The Sex Trader
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PhoenixPrime01
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Big Georgie:
The hugest hand you've ever seen darts up from his side. The calloused palm covers your mouth, fingers and thumb wrap across your face and close as he says, " 'e's not 'ere to try and keep me from doin' wot I'm gonna do and taking yer wit me. That's wot wench."
His hand tightens and lifts stretching you to tiptoe as he ducks inside and closes the door behind him.
He eyes you and smiles, "Ya've been chosen and I'm 'ere ta take ya.
"Yer mind ta do wit as I wants til I gets ya where we'll be goin' wench. That's yer only warnin'.
"Fight me and I'll make yer scream in pain and ya'll do wot I want anyway.
"It's up ta you.
"Now as I watch strip outta the dress and lets see wot it's coverin' up."
The hugest hand you've ever seen darts up from his side. The calloused palm covers your mouth, fingers and thumb wrap across your face and close as he says, " 'e's not 'ere to try and keep me from doin' wot I'm gonna do and taking yer wit me. That's wot wench."
His hand tightens and lifts stretching you to tiptoe as he ducks inside and closes the door behind him.
He eyes you and smiles, "Ya've been chosen and I'm 'ere ta take ya.
"Yer mind ta do wit as I wants til I gets ya where we'll be goin' wench. That's yer only warnin'.
"Fight me and I'll make yer scream in pain and ya'll do wot I want anyway.
"It's up ta you.
"Now as I watch strip outta the dress and lets see wot it's coverin' up."
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His hand is big and sweaty as he mauls my naked breasts, his fingers pulling on my black swollen nipples, he seems facinated by them pulling ans squeezing each in turn, them cupping my breasts as if weghing them, his thumbs stroking and pressing the teats watching them grow bigger and stiffer as he does it.
I grimace as he bends his head his face between my breasts as he smells me, licking and tasting my flesh. All the time the other mans face next to mine, his breathing rapid as he watches, his hips pushing at my bottom and all the time that hardness pushing at me.
Giving me one last lick on each nipple he turns to leave,
"Aye, yer Lordship. I'll put 'er in one o' the solitary cells fer now sar and be sure she's well fastened so's she can't 'urt 'erself none."
Quckly now I find myself carried struggling through the house and down the stairs into the darkness.
His hands are all over me, pulling the rest of my bindings from my body, I am on my back now, kicking as he rips my pants from me, curled and naked before his eyes.
My hands cover my private place as he shacles me to the bed then leaves me fightened and alone. My breasts heave as I sob, nothing but a pail of water and one shaft of sunlight through a high grill to illuminate the cell.
And all the time that strange noise, the grunting and panting of a man a noise I ahd heard before and the soft moans and sighs of a girls voice, coming from the room next to mine. What were they doing?
Then a slapping of something against skin, "Open wider I said" came the mans voice "No too bb....." then the noise again, wet and strange and the gagging and grunting again.
I felt very alone.
I grimace as he bends his head his face between my breasts as he smells me, licking and tasting my flesh. All the time the other mans face next to mine, his breathing rapid as he watches, his hips pushing at my bottom and all the time that hardness pushing at me.
Giving me one last lick on each nipple he turns to leave,
"Aye, yer Lordship. I'll put 'er in one o' the solitary cells fer now sar and be sure she's well fastened so's she can't 'urt 'erself none."
Quckly now I find myself carried struggling through the house and down the stairs into the darkness.
His hands are all over me, pulling the rest of my bindings from my body, I am on my back now, kicking as he rips my pants from me, curled and naked before his eyes.
My hands cover my private place as he shacles me to the bed then leaves me fightened and alone. My breasts heave as I sob, nothing but a pail of water and one shaft of sunlight through a high grill to illuminate the cell.
And all the time that strange noise, the grunting and panting of a man a noise I ahd heard before and the soft moans and sighs of a girls voice, coming from the room next to mine. What were they doing?
Then a slapping of something against skin, "Open wider I said" came the mans voice "No too bb....." then the noise again, wet and strange and the gagging and grunting again.
I felt very alone.
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I found my voice at last and realized the giant was waiting for me to speak first. Clearing my throat, I asked him where Lord William might be.
He pointed with his thumb at the manor house, and said, "B'lieve His Lordship's back in there, your Ladyship. Wan' me to show you to th' door?"
Well, I thought, this ruffian is possessed of some sense of courtesy. I accepted his offer and followed in his long footsteps as he led me to the entrance. Pushing open the door, he held it for me and gestured that I proceed him inside.
"After ya, m'lady," he said, though I thought with more of a smile than a smirk. Oh dear, I thought, is this a mistake?
But, I had to go through with this. I could not stand my loneliness and frustration any longer. And if anyone could help me find the right sort of tender young woman for what I desired.....it would have to be Lord William.....
He pointed with his thumb at the manor house, and said, "B'lieve His Lordship's back in there, your Ladyship. Wan' me to show you to th' door?"
Well, I thought, this ruffian is possessed of some sense of courtesy. I accepted his offer and followed in his long footsteps as he led me to the entrance. Pushing open the door, he held it for me and gestured that I proceed him inside.
"After ya, m'lady," he said, though I thought with more of a smile than a smirk. Oh dear, I thought, is this a mistake?
But, I had to go through with this. I could not stand my loneliness and frustration any longer. And if anyone could help me find the right sort of tender young woman for what I desired.....it would have to be Lord William.....
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I lay there panting, my ancle and wrist chained to the bed, the sunlight through the grill lighting my skin, black and shiny with my perspiration.
My sex was naked and exposed as I lay there, my free hand covering it as I comforted myself, trying to make myself sleep like I used to as a child.
The strange noise had stopped now, the rythmic grunting, echoed my the gagging noise had stopped suddenly, "keep it open" the harsh voice had shouted, "open, and your eyes, watch it!" then a long groan of a man and three long "yees, Yeees, yeees" then heavy breathing, before he spoke again,
"here, wash it off with this, and mind your eyes" and the sound of splashing water, then the door banged and silence.
I started to drift, as I felt the shaft of warm light move across my body.
My sex was naked and exposed as I lay there, my free hand covering it as I comforted myself, trying to make myself sleep like I used to as a child.
The strange noise had stopped now, the rythmic grunting, echoed my the gagging noise had stopped suddenly, "keep it open" the harsh voice had shouted, "open, and your eyes, watch it!" then a long groan of a man and three long "yees, Yeees, yeees" then heavy breathing, before he spoke again,
"here, wash it off with this, and mind your eyes" and the sound of splashing water, then the door banged and silence.
I started to drift, as I felt the shaft of warm light move across my body.
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San
It was all I could so as not to cry. Days had passed as we rode over the countryside. Before that were ships. I missed my homeland. I missed the smells of insense and the Korean countryside where I had grown up. I missed the way that mama had so gently woken me in the morning and tied back my long black hain i pretty silk bands.
Now I lay chained around the neck like and animal, bare and exposed in the openness of a hay cart on my way to somewhere strange. My looks were such a contrast to those I have seenas the open cart rolls through the country. the people have stopped and staired every where we have gone. I really wasn't sure if it was because of my almond ahped eyes or the pity for my naked form as we passed.
I watch in awe as we approach the last stop. The men who took me from my home get out and speak to the people. They disapear out of sight then return.
I hear them begin to speak. "As I said sir, she's a fine trade. All I ask in return in a few nights of room and board." My hear began to race as I look for a way out
It was all I could so as not to cry. Days had passed as we rode over the countryside. Before that were ships. I missed my homeland. I missed the smells of insense and the Korean countryside where I had grown up. I missed the way that mama had so gently woken me in the morning and tied back my long black hain i pretty silk bands.
Now I lay chained around the neck like and animal, bare and exposed in the openness of a hay cart on my way to somewhere strange. My looks were such a contrast to those I have seenas the open cart rolls through the country. the people have stopped and staired every where we have gone. I really wasn't sure if it was because of my almond ahped eyes or the pity for my naked form as we passed.
I watch in awe as we approach the last stop. The men who took me from my home get out and speak to the people. They disapear out of sight then return.
I hear them begin to speak. "As I said sir, she's a fine trade. All I ask in return in a few nights of room and board." My hear began to race as I look for a way out
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This is what i get for posting half awake...
"WHAT!??"
- Hotaru's eyes widened as the man abrutly ordered her to take off her clothes in front of him..
She was scared, oh was she ever.. her petite body underneath the huge man's was causing her heart to beat like a jackrabbits. His hand against her thin lips, his eyes drawing in her body..
But she wasn't going to give in easily....
And she proved that as in one fluid movement she bit down hard on the calloused flesh of his hand.. and tried to squirm out his grip.. -
"WHAT!??"
- Hotaru's eyes widened as the man abrutly ordered her to take off her clothes in front of him..
She was scared, oh was she ever.. her petite body underneath the huge man's was causing her heart to beat like a jackrabbits. His hand against her thin lips, his eyes drawing in her body..
But she wasn't going to give in easily....
And she proved that as in one fluid movement she bit down hard on the calloused flesh of his hand.. and tried to squirm out his grip.. -
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PhoenixPrime01
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Big Georgie:
"I did warns ya wench," he says as the hand gripping your face clenches forcing your jaw open.
"Now ye'll see I was serious."
With no effort he lifts you from the floor as his fingers dig into your cheeks and jaw even deeper. The pressure of his squeezing hand crushes your cheeks against your teeth as you dangle in the air before him with both hands gripipng his thick wrist to try and ease the strain on your neck.
His other hand grips the top of your dress and with one jerk rips it to your waist. His hands moves there and with another jerk and twist it falls to the floor when he lets it go.
"Wahl, wahl what does we 'ave 'ere. Nice little titties and a nice little cunnie it seems.
"Since I warned ye and still ye tried ta bite me I guess a lesson in obeying is needed," he says just before his free hand swings forehand then back hand so his long and broad fingers slap your naked tits making them bounce and jiggle as his hand drops between your flailing legs and cup and grip your pussy, fingers digging into the tender, lightly furred lips then twisting them.
"Do ya need another lesson wench?" he growls as his hand twists and pulls your nether lips roughly.
"I did warns ya wench," he says as the hand gripping your face clenches forcing your jaw open.
"Now ye'll see I was serious."
With no effort he lifts you from the floor as his fingers dig into your cheeks and jaw even deeper. The pressure of his squeezing hand crushes your cheeks against your teeth as you dangle in the air before him with both hands gripipng his thick wrist to try and ease the strain on your neck.
His other hand grips the top of your dress and with one jerk rips it to your waist. His hands moves there and with another jerk and twist it falls to the floor when he lets it go.
"Wahl, wahl what does we 'ave 'ere. Nice little titties and a nice little cunnie it seems.
"Since I warned ye and still ye tried ta bite me I guess a lesson in obeying is needed," he says just before his free hand swings forehand then back hand so his long and broad fingers slap your naked tits making them bounce and jiggle as his hand drops between your flailing legs and cup and grip your pussy, fingers digging into the tender, lightly furred lips then twisting them.
"Do ya need another lesson wench?" he growls as his hand twists and pulls your nether lips roughly.
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Re: Lord William
"I ken do manee jobs, Sire" Trying to make a good conversation. " I has manee tal ents. I ken cook an cleens an sew a fair stitch"
I glance at the white girl. " 'Ere she's as liet as a ghost"
I watched the road. Wondering if my brother would come to fetch me or if the Constable would. I was truly afriad of going home.
Graybread said:
"I ken do manee jobs, Sire" Trying to make a good conversation. " I has manee tal ents. I ken cook an cleens an sew a fair stitch"
I glance at the white girl. " 'Ere she's as liet as a ghost"
I watched the road. Wondering if my brother would come to fetch me or if the Constable would. I was truly afriad of going home.
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Chantelle DuMour
I leaned against the steps. I had cried away all of my tears.
A voice in the foggy receesses of my mind. “Lass,” he says gently, slowly approaching the girl. “Are you hurt? May I be of any help?” Kneeling down beside the girl, he reaches out to touch my shoulder. I cower away, afraid. “It’s alright lass,” he whispers softly. “I want to help you.” I looked up at him with fear in my eyes. He gently strokes my long white hair, smiling at me. “Please let me help you, I live just down the road. I have food and water there. You look hungry and tired. Would you like to rest. I won’t hurt you. You can stay at the Manor, we have plenty of room. What’s yer name lass?”
“Chantelle…, Chantelle DuMour,” I whisper, tears forming in my eyes as I look up at my savior. The fear leaving my face, I stretches out my arms to him, and he bends to pick me up.
"I am so lost, monsier...so lost"
I hold tight to him on the horse. I feel very weak and nearly straved. I lose my grip several times as I am justled by the horses gait. I feel the sudden stop and a strange voice speaking at my back. Calling me a ghost. Always a ghost. I drift into an deep sleep on his back. I didn't realize that we had reached our destination.
I feel myself dismount the beast and I can hear voices around me. I look up at the face of the man that found me, but I can not go any further. I fall to the ground in darkness. I only know that the ground feels airlike. A carrying sensation as I drift into a strange deep darkness. "mon amie...merci.... padre Francious... bon juer."
I leaned against the steps. I had cried away all of my tears.
A voice in the foggy receesses of my mind. “Lass,” he says gently, slowly approaching the girl. “Are you hurt? May I be of any help?” Kneeling down beside the girl, he reaches out to touch my shoulder. I cower away, afraid. “It’s alright lass,” he whispers softly. “I want to help you.” I looked up at him with fear in my eyes. He gently strokes my long white hair, smiling at me. “Please let me help you, I live just down the road. I have food and water there. You look hungry and tired. Would you like to rest. I won’t hurt you. You can stay at the Manor, we have plenty of room. What’s yer name lass?”
“Chantelle…, Chantelle DuMour,” I whisper, tears forming in my eyes as I look up at my savior. The fear leaving my face, I stretches out my arms to him, and he bends to pick me up.
"I am so lost, monsier...so lost"
I hold tight to him on the horse. I feel very weak and nearly straved. I lose my grip several times as I am justled by the horses gait. I feel the sudden stop and a strange voice speaking at my back. Calling me a ghost. Always a ghost. I drift into an deep sleep on his back. I didn't realize that we had reached our destination.
I feel myself dismount the beast and I can hear voices around me. I look up at the face of the man that found me, but I can not go any further. I fall to the ground in darkness. I only know that the ground feels airlike. A carrying sensation as I drift into a strange deep darkness. "mon amie...merci.... padre Francious... bon juer."
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Lady Julia Pomeroy
Julia sat at her husband's desk, shuffling through some of his personal effects and realizing, and not for the first time, that she barely knew the man she'd been married to for almost five long years. She had been more of a showpiece for the Earl, a symbol of his virility. Aside from the occasional visit to her bedchamber, which she never quite understood, they had little to do or say to each other.
Of course there were the public affairs of court -- balls, parties, dinners and the like. Edgar always accompanied her, strutting about like a preening cock before foisting her off on one dull waxwork figure after another. She had made small talk and tried not to breathe in the miasma of fetid air that emerged from their mouths as they danced or conversed. Indeed, she had been everything Edgar Pomeroy, Earl of Birmingham required in a wife -- and more.
Her only failing had been in not producing an heir to the title, but she suffered the shame of the whispers of her infertility and barren womb in silence. It was a small price to have paid in return for the luxuries that marriage to her husband afforded her, despite the fact that she was less than fond of the requirements of her social status.
Julia brushed back a stray lock of her auburn tresses and smiled. The solicitors had assured her that she would be able to maintain her lifestyle judging by their first glance at Edgar's affairs. He had provided well for her, doting old man that he was. But it was not for that reason Lady Julia smiled.
It was because, although she was a mere twenty one years, she had attained the further status of widow and would no longer be required to attend social events. At least not for the next year. After that? Well, she'd worry about that while she pruned her beloved roses and tended to the herb garden she intended to plant near the kitchens of their summer home in the country.
Giving a tapestry pull a healthy yank that would signal a serving girl in the kitchen to bring tea, Julia dropped the handful of missives she'd been looking at deciding there was nothing of importance there. One envelope, however, fluttered from her fingertips to the floor. Bending to retrieve it, she took note of the unbroken seal.
Finding it odd that her husband had not opened this himself, Julia slowly slid the blade of his letter opener under the seal and cracked it. As she removed the letter, she found herself reading its contents once, twice and a then a third time. She didn't understand what it meant exactly, but it seemed to be a bill of lading for a purchase. The purchase of a young boy.
Julia sat at her husband's desk, shuffling through some of his personal effects and realizing, and not for the first time, that she barely knew the man she'd been married to for almost five long years. She had been more of a showpiece for the Earl, a symbol of his virility. Aside from the occasional visit to her bedchamber, which she never quite understood, they had little to do or say to each other.
Of course there were the public affairs of court -- balls, parties, dinners and the like. Edgar always accompanied her, strutting about like a preening cock before foisting her off on one dull waxwork figure after another. She had made small talk and tried not to breathe in the miasma of fetid air that emerged from their mouths as they danced or conversed. Indeed, she had been everything Edgar Pomeroy, Earl of Birmingham required in a wife -- and more.
Her only failing had been in not producing an heir to the title, but she suffered the shame of the whispers of her infertility and barren womb in silence. It was a small price to have paid in return for the luxuries that marriage to her husband afforded her, despite the fact that she was less than fond of the requirements of her social status.
Julia brushed back a stray lock of her auburn tresses and smiled. The solicitors had assured her that she would be able to maintain her lifestyle judging by their first glance at Edgar's affairs. He had provided well for her, doting old man that he was. But it was not for that reason Lady Julia smiled.
It was because, although she was a mere twenty one years, she had attained the further status of widow and would no longer be required to attend social events. At least not for the next year. After that? Well, she'd worry about that while she pruned her beloved roses and tended to the herb garden she intended to plant near the kitchens of their summer home in the country.
Giving a tapestry pull a healthy yank that would signal a serving girl in the kitchen to bring tea, Julia dropped the handful of missives she'd been looking at deciding there was nothing of importance there. One envelope, however, fluttered from her fingertips to the floor. Bending to retrieve it, she took note of the unbroken seal.
Finding it odd that her husband had not opened this himself, Julia slowly slid the blade of his letter opener under the seal and cracked it. As she removed the letter, she found herself reading its contents once, twice and a then a third time. She didn't understand what it meant exactly, but it seemed to be a bill of lading for a purchase. The purchase of a young boy.
PhoenixPrime01
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I PM'ed and asked for input from you, but as you wish. I'm sorry if my writing is making you leave. However, with nothing to go on from you I just continued on in the same manner since it was an abduction so your character could be 'trained' as a sex slave.
Still hope your weekend is a great one as I PM'ed you. *ss
Still hope your weekend is a great one as I PM'ed you. *ss
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OOC:
As vbabe has dropped out of the story and since I waited over an hour for a reply to either PM or my last post, Big Georgie will move on now.
IC:
Seems the wench and her family had left the area Lord William had said they'd be found, but as luck would have it on the way to 'collect' Maddy he stopped at an Inn for a bite and a drink at the same time an apparent slave trader was there.
Geogie stood and looked down at the wench with the midnight black hair, slanted eyes and golden skin and knew that if he could git her for 'is Lordship that would more than make up for losing the other one.
Georgie listens as the slaver haggles for room and board in exchange for using her. Before the innkeeper can reply Georgie is standing behing him looming over him and says to the slaver, "I'll give yer 'alf a gold Louis fer the wench 'ere 'n now. Woh'cha say?"
The trader hems and haws and after a bit of haggling her price is settled at a 'alf Louis and five silvers. Georgie pays the price and the slaver unfastens her from the wagon.
Georgie's hand closes around her arm and he leads her to the coach and locks a collar around her neck. The chain bolted to the carriage frame will keep her in place as he goes and eats and drinks.
On his return he hands the golden skinned wench a small loaf of bread, a wedge of cheese, two pieces of fruit and a small earthen jug of water then gets into the driver's seat and continues his journey toward were Maddy is to be collected next.
As vbabe has dropped out of the story and since I waited over an hour for a reply to either PM or my last post, Big Georgie will move on now.
IC:
Seems the wench and her family had left the area Lord William had said they'd be found, but as luck would have it on the way to 'collect' Maddy he stopped at an Inn for a bite and a drink at the same time an apparent slave trader was there.
Geogie stood and looked down at the wench with the midnight black hair, slanted eyes and golden skin and knew that if he could git her for 'is Lordship that would more than make up for losing the other one.
Georgie listens as the slaver haggles for room and board in exchange for using her. Before the innkeeper can reply Georgie is standing behing him looming over him and says to the slaver, "I'll give yer 'alf a gold Louis fer the wench 'ere 'n now. Woh'cha say?"
The trader hems and haws and after a bit of haggling her price is settled at a 'alf Louis and five silvers. Georgie pays the price and the slaver unfastens her from the wagon.
Georgie's hand closes around her arm and he leads her to the coach and locks a collar around her neck. The chain bolted to the carriage frame will keep her in place as he goes and eats and drinks.
On his return he hands the golden skinned wench a small loaf of bread, a wedge of cheese, two pieces of fruit and a small earthen jug of water then gets into the driver's seat and continues his journey toward were Maddy is to be collected next.
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Lord William
Lord William rode into the courtyard with the two women on his horse. “Annette,” he yelled as he approached the house. Annette came running out the door. “Sire,” she exclaimed as she looked to the two women. “Sire, The Lady Felicity, The Baroness de Slackville, is in the parlor. What shall I do Sire?”
“Yes, I see her carriage,” he responded. “Tell her I will be right in. And, oh, tell one of the maids to bring food, warm clothing, bedding, and….hot tea down to the….’guest room’ on the lower level,” he said eyeing Jubilee with caution. “And see if ya can find something for…what’s you’re name lass…Jubilee? Yes, Jubilee, find something for her to eat and put her up in one of the servants quarters for the time being. She may wish to stay with us.” He said as he dismounted and helped the two girls down.
“Come girl,” Annette said, reaching for Jubilee.
William held the Albino girl in his arms as he walked to the entrance to the lower levels. He flipped the latch on Zilly’s cell door and entered, laying the girl on the bed. “Sorry lass,” he said as he reached up and undid the iron clasp on her wrist and ankle. “If this be yer partner ya both be starving in a month. I’ve asked one of serving wenches to bring ya down something to eat as well. Sit girl,” he said, indicating the end of the bed. “I still don’t know who ya be or why ya be here, but I don’t think ya come to rob me. And I’m sorry if I hurt ya,” he said softer, reaching down to gently caress her breast. “Would ya do me favor lass? Would ya see after this here ‘white’ girl, she’s ailing a bit and needs some lookin after. I think I may have a job fer ya as well, so do me this favor and I’ll git ya that good job.”
William rose and left the cell, closing the door and flipping the latch shut. He walked back up through the stable and toward the kitchen entrance. Jubilee was sitting at the table eating and drinking tea. He laid his hand on her cheek as he walked by, smiling at her. As he entered the parlor he saw the Lady Felicity.
“Baroness,” he said, bowing slightly at the waist. “Sorry to keep you waiting, business you know. Would you care for some wine, perhaps? Would you care to come to my study, I never discuss business in the parlor.” Extending his arm to her, he called to Annette, “Annette, chilled wine in my study please.” Turning back to Lady Felicity he smiled and said, “I have something you may be very interested in, Salt and Pepper, you might call them.” He led the Lady toward his study.
Lord William rode into the courtyard with the two women on his horse. “Annette,” he yelled as he approached the house. Annette came running out the door. “Sire,” she exclaimed as she looked to the two women. “Sire, The Lady Felicity, The Baroness de Slackville, is in the parlor. What shall I do Sire?”
“Yes, I see her carriage,” he responded. “Tell her I will be right in. And, oh, tell one of the maids to bring food, warm clothing, bedding, and….hot tea down to the….’guest room’ on the lower level,” he said eyeing Jubilee with caution. “And see if ya can find something for…what’s you’re name lass…Jubilee? Yes, Jubilee, find something for her to eat and put her up in one of the servants quarters for the time being. She may wish to stay with us.” He said as he dismounted and helped the two girls down.
“Come girl,” Annette said, reaching for Jubilee.
William held the Albino girl in his arms as he walked to the entrance to the lower levels. He flipped the latch on Zilly’s cell door and entered, laying the girl on the bed. “Sorry lass,” he said as he reached up and undid the iron clasp on her wrist and ankle. “If this be yer partner ya both be starving in a month. I’ve asked one of serving wenches to bring ya down something to eat as well. Sit girl,” he said, indicating the end of the bed. “I still don’t know who ya be or why ya be here, but I don’t think ya come to rob me. And I’m sorry if I hurt ya,” he said softer, reaching down to gently caress her breast. “Would ya do me favor lass? Would ya see after this here ‘white’ girl, she’s ailing a bit and needs some lookin after. I think I may have a job fer ya as well, so do me this favor and I’ll git ya that good job.”
William rose and left the cell, closing the door and flipping the latch shut. He walked back up through the stable and toward the kitchen entrance. Jubilee was sitting at the table eating and drinking tea. He laid his hand on her cheek as he walked by, smiling at her. As he entered the parlor he saw the Lady Felicity.
“Baroness,” he said, bowing slightly at the waist. “Sorry to keep you waiting, business you know. Would you care for some wine, perhaps? Would you care to come to my study, I never discuss business in the parlor.” Extending his arm to her, he called to Annette, “Annette, chilled wine in my study please.” Turning back to Lady Felicity he smiled and said, “I have something you may be very interested in, Salt and Pepper, you might call them.” He led the Lady toward his study.
Sir Thomas Rawlinson
What seems like an eternity as passed since you have heard from Sir Thomas, but one day you receive a letter.
Lord William,
I have not forgotten about your select group of fine women. I will be in your region within the next few days and wish permission to view your stock so I may choose the perfect creature to join me as my personal servant.
Thank you for your time
Sir Thomas Rawlinson
What seems like an eternity as passed since you have heard from Sir Thomas, but one day you receive a letter.
Lord William,
I have not forgotten about your select group of fine women. I will be in your region within the next few days and wish permission to view your stock so I may choose the perfect creature to join me as my personal servant.
Thank you for your time
Sir Thomas Rawlinson
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Lord William took me into his study and showed me to a comfortable, overstuffed chair. He sat behind his desk and poured us each a glass of wine.
I fidgeted a little in my seat, for I was very ill at ease. I had never sought such a thing before, and did not know Lord William well, except to know that he was capable of providing what I wanted to find.
He proceeded to describe for me two young women recently come into his possession......his "salt and pepper" a reference to their races. I was intrigued, and listened closely to what he had to offer. My heart beat rapidly as he talked of their freshness and physical attributes, giving me to understand I would be their first "contact."
"My lord," I said when he paused, "I want you to know this is a new experience for me. I have never sought the.......companionship of anyone but my husband the Baron. May I be assured of the privacy...the discreteness of our transactions?"
I fidgeted a little in my seat, for I was very ill at ease. I had never sought such a thing before, and did not know Lord William well, except to know that he was capable of providing what I wanted to find.
He proceeded to describe for me two young women recently come into his possession......his "salt and pepper" a reference to their races. I was intrigued, and listened closely to what he had to offer. My heart beat rapidly as he talked of their freshness and physical attributes, giving me to understand I would be their first "contact."
"My lord," I said when he paused, "I want you to know this is a new experience for me. I have never sought the.......companionship of anyone but my husband the Baron. May I be assured of the privacy...the discreteness of our transactions?"
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I am roused from my sleep by the master, he has with him a strange looking girl, she is very strange and white in the half light of the cell.
As he unlocks me and asks me to care for her, he pats my breast gently, not like before, and talks about food.
I just stare at the strange girl in rags, and try to hide my nakedness. The whiteness of her skin is strange, not like the white people I have met so far, white like a ghost and her clothes are ragged.
When the food arrives we stare at it between us, the attack it for we are both starving.
"What is your name, why are you here?" I ask when we have eaten
As he unlocks me and asks me to care for her, he pats my breast gently, not like before, and talks about food.
I just stare at the strange girl in rags, and try to hide my nakedness. The whiteness of her skin is strange, not like the white people I have met so far, white like a ghost and her clothes are ragged.
When the food arrives we stare at it between us, the attack it for we are both starving.
"What is your name, why are you here?" I ask when we have eaten
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Madelaine
It had been a long day as finally the house calmed down for the short night. As the moon rose above the land one young lady didn't find her rest. Madelaine had waited the whole evening to finally being able to wander off and spend some precious moments with herself and her novel.
All that can be seen is a shadow, as the young girls steals herself away from her fathers home. She had a small hidingself right behind the barn in which she often fled at night, to spent some time away from the burden of her life. Although she didn't believe in the love described in those books, she often wondered if maybe one day she will be swept off by a handsome gentleman.
As she made herself comfortable in her hidings, she listened to the sounds of the night. The moonlight shining through the trees was not yet light enough, so she was forced to light a little lamp she had once taken from her room.
As she listened to the sounds of nature she suddenly heard a faint noise she wasn't able to identify. She soon forgets the sound as she enters the world of love and romance.
It had been a long day as finally the house calmed down for the short night. As the moon rose above the land one young lady didn't find her rest. Madelaine had waited the whole evening to finally being able to wander off and spend some precious moments with herself and her novel.
All that can be seen is a shadow, as the young girls steals herself away from her fathers home. She had a small hidingself right behind the barn in which she often fled at night, to spent some time away from the burden of her life. Although she didn't believe in the love described in those books, she often wondered if maybe one day she will be swept off by a handsome gentleman.
As she made herself comfortable in her hidings, she listened to the sounds of the night. The moonlight shining through the trees was not yet light enough, so she was forced to light a little lamp she had once taken from her room.
As she listened to the sounds of nature she suddenly heard a faint noise she wasn't able to identify. She soon forgets the sound as she enters the world of love and romance.
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Big Georgie:
Georgie pulled the coach over behind a copse of trees so it would be screened from the lane he's been travelling.
He was about half a kilometer from the dark farm where this Maddy wench was supposed to live. Now it was time to secure the 'exotic' in one of the 'traveling compartments' so he could go about his business and get the other wench.
He moved into the coach proper and unfastened the chain from the collar around her neck and gripped the collar to hold her in place as he takes a pair of shackles out of his bag of equipment.
His hand envelopes her delicate wrist as he lifts it then uses the hand from her collar to lock on the shackle. Her arm is bent behind her back and held there as her other arm is moved behind her and a shackle locked around that wrist too. A very short bar of iron connects the two shackles and will keep her hands behind her.
Gripping the connecting bar Georgie bends and unfastens the catches for the seat and flips up the cushion over the holding area.
Her eyes widen when she sees the open space under the seat but Georgie's stregnth is to overwhelming and in a few minutes she's tucked inside of the compartment with another chain locked to her collar to assure she stays there.
The lid closes and is secured and Georgie gets out of the coach. From his bag of equipment he's taken a brank (see URL link to see what a brank looks like), rope and another set of shackles. Now it's time to find his prey.
The walk down the lane just outside of the tree and brush line the separates it from the adjacent field is an easy one as the rising moon sheds sufficient light. In a short time Big Georgie has reached the farm where this wench lives and begins to slowly and very quietly circle the dark farm house listening for any sign someone is awake. All he hears is the sound of a man's snoring so he moves to check the barn next.
As he approaches a corner of the barn he spies a low, flicking light, like from a small lantern or candle, among trees behind the barn building.
He hefts his walking stick and gives it a twirl so that the brass knob handle is foremost and creeeps toward the light with the stealth and skill aquired from his earliest years in the slums.
His trousers rustle a bush and he freezes in a crouch and waits silently to hear if there's any reaction to the slight noise he's made.
Minutes pass and nothing. The sounds of the night animals resume and he faintly hears what sounds like paper rustling. Looking back and forth from the ground toward the light, to avoid branches or twigs, he moves silently until he's behind a large oak and can see a young woman leaning against the other side of the same tree reading by the light her small lamp casts onto the pages of a book in her lap. A book that has obviously caught and is holding her attention.
The size and hair color are what 'is Lordship described to Georgie and he smiles a wicked smile at finding her out here just waiting for him to scoop her up.
He decides to take a very direct and a violent approach to this aquistion as he's alone and 'is Lorship has said she has a father and brothers. He has to silence her before she can make a sound loud enough to wake the family or cry out for help.
She's a tall wench and will probably be strong from the farm work so Georgie takes one big step to move along side and a bit in front of her.
As he head flies back to look up and up to his face as he stands bent over her, Georgie drives the brass ball of his walking stick hard and deeply into her stomach just below her ribs in the center of her body.
The air is driven from her lungs with a whoosh. Her eyes widen and her mouth drops open at the sudden agony that shoots from where the walking stick struck to her head and she doubles over clutching her abdomen exposing the back of her neck as she tries to gasp in air.
Again his years of violent experience comes into play and the hard edge of his hand strikes the back of her neck just below her skull rendering her unconscious.
The walking stick is dropped and he pulls the brank from a voluminous side pocket of his coat. Long practice lets him pull down her jaw and insert the metal 'tongue depressor' with the sharp little protrusions that will hold her tongue down and prevent any outcry. Moving her tongue will make the little 'teeth' dig into its sensitive surface. The back of the head cage is closed and locked.
He reaches into his other pocket and removes the shackles and fastens her arms behind her back. Next comes the rope to tie her ankles and legs just above her knees.
The end of the rope is pushed through a hole ripped in her nightdress then it's pulled between her feet and up to the bar between her wrist shackles and tied there effectively hogtieing her and immobilizing her arms and legs.
The lamp is blown out, he picks up the book and pockets it. She's slung over one massive shoulder, head down his back, his arm behind her legs holding her legs tightly against his broad chest. Georgie picks up his walking stick and stands as she seems to begin to be regaining consciousness again.
A careful listen, no sounds to be heard, so Georgie skirts the barn and returns to the lane heading for the coach with his latest capture.
OOC: For some reason the attatchment didn't appear so here's a link to a picture of a brank instead.
http://shanmonster.lilsproutz.com/witch/torture/brank.html
Georgie pulled the coach over behind a copse of trees so it would be screened from the lane he's been travelling.
He was about half a kilometer from the dark farm where this Maddy wench was supposed to live. Now it was time to secure the 'exotic' in one of the 'traveling compartments' so he could go about his business and get the other wench.
He moved into the coach proper and unfastened the chain from the collar around her neck and gripped the collar to hold her in place as he takes a pair of shackles out of his bag of equipment.
His hand envelopes her delicate wrist as he lifts it then uses the hand from her collar to lock on the shackle. Her arm is bent behind her back and held there as her other arm is moved behind her and a shackle locked around that wrist too. A very short bar of iron connects the two shackles and will keep her hands behind her.
Gripping the connecting bar Georgie bends and unfastens the catches for the seat and flips up the cushion over the holding area.
Her eyes widen when she sees the open space under the seat but Georgie's stregnth is to overwhelming and in a few minutes she's tucked inside of the compartment with another chain locked to her collar to assure she stays there.
The lid closes and is secured and Georgie gets out of the coach. From his bag of equipment he's taken a brank (see URL link to see what a brank looks like), rope and another set of shackles. Now it's time to find his prey.
The walk down the lane just outside of the tree and brush line the separates it from the adjacent field is an easy one as the rising moon sheds sufficient light. In a short time Big Georgie has reached the farm where this wench lives and begins to slowly and very quietly circle the dark farm house listening for any sign someone is awake. All he hears is the sound of a man's snoring so he moves to check the barn next.
As he approaches a corner of the barn he spies a low, flicking light, like from a small lantern or candle, among trees behind the barn building.
He hefts his walking stick and gives it a twirl so that the brass knob handle is foremost and creeeps toward the light with the stealth and skill aquired from his earliest years in the slums.
His trousers rustle a bush and he freezes in a crouch and waits silently to hear if there's any reaction to the slight noise he's made.
Minutes pass and nothing. The sounds of the night animals resume and he faintly hears what sounds like paper rustling. Looking back and forth from the ground toward the light, to avoid branches or twigs, he moves silently until he's behind a large oak and can see a young woman leaning against the other side of the same tree reading by the light her small lamp casts onto the pages of a book in her lap. A book that has obviously caught and is holding her attention.
The size and hair color are what 'is Lordship described to Georgie and he smiles a wicked smile at finding her out here just waiting for him to scoop her up.
He decides to take a very direct and a violent approach to this aquistion as he's alone and 'is Lorship has said she has a father and brothers. He has to silence her before she can make a sound loud enough to wake the family or cry out for help.
She's a tall wench and will probably be strong from the farm work so Georgie takes one big step to move along side and a bit in front of her.
As he head flies back to look up and up to his face as he stands bent over her, Georgie drives the brass ball of his walking stick hard and deeply into her stomach just below her ribs in the center of her body.
The air is driven from her lungs with a whoosh. Her eyes widen and her mouth drops open at the sudden agony that shoots from where the walking stick struck to her head and she doubles over clutching her abdomen exposing the back of her neck as she tries to gasp in air.
Again his years of violent experience comes into play and the hard edge of his hand strikes the back of her neck just below her skull rendering her unconscious.
The walking stick is dropped and he pulls the brank from a voluminous side pocket of his coat. Long practice lets him pull down her jaw and insert the metal 'tongue depressor' with the sharp little protrusions that will hold her tongue down and prevent any outcry. Moving her tongue will make the little 'teeth' dig into its sensitive surface. The back of the head cage is closed and locked.
He reaches into his other pocket and removes the shackles and fastens her arms behind her back. Next comes the rope to tie her ankles and legs just above her knees.
The end of the rope is pushed through a hole ripped in her nightdress then it's pulled between her feet and up to the bar between her wrist shackles and tied there effectively hogtieing her and immobilizing her arms and legs.
The lamp is blown out, he picks up the book and pockets it. She's slung over one massive shoulder, head down his back, his arm behind her legs holding her legs tightly against his broad chest. Georgie picks up his walking stick and stands as she seems to begin to be regaining consciousness again.
A careful listen, no sounds to be heard, so Georgie skirts the barn and returns to the lane heading for the coach with his latest capture.
OOC: For some reason the attatchment didn't appear so here's a link to a picture of a brank instead.
http://shanmonster.lilsproutz.com/witch/torture/brank.html
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Madelaine
Enthralled in the world of her novel, Madelaine was unaware of her surroundings.
Suddenly she heard a slight rustling in the leaves, when suddenly something hit her in the stomach and an agonizing pain ran through her body. "Father!" was the last thought Madelaine remembers as the night went black.
Enthralled in the world of her novel, Madelaine was unaware of her surroundings.
Suddenly she heard a slight rustling in the leaves, when suddenly something hit her in the stomach and an agonizing pain ran through her body. "Father!" was the last thought Madelaine remembers as the night went black.
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Big Georgie:
Back at the coach Georgie ripped off all of the new wench's nightdress. Nakedness had a way of taming some a bit and besides he wanted to see the cunnie he'd been forbidden to sample.
As that was the case, once he had her inside of the coach and since she was literally helpless and her bound arms pushed out her titties nicely Georgie spend awhile enjoying their firmness and how hard her nipples got as he playe with them.
She lay on one of the benches facing him, back arched by her hogtie and the brank ensuring that other than her moans and whimpers, her growls she remained quiet as his hands squeezed and rubbed the weightly globes of her heavy tits. He pinched and rolled her nipples, tugged on them until they were as hard as they could become then flicked both, sometimes together and sometimes one and then the other.
"Yer a good lookin' wench. Good thing fer ya that 'is Lordship said I can'na let lil Georgie enjoy ya wench otherwise I'd be balls deep inside o' one o' your holes or the other."
Back at the coach Georgie ripped off all of the new wench's nightdress. Nakedness had a way of taming some a bit and besides he wanted to see the cunnie he'd been forbidden to sample.
As that was the case, once he had her inside of the coach and since she was literally helpless and her bound arms pushed out her titties nicely Georgie spend awhile enjoying their firmness and how hard her nipples got as he playe with them.
She lay on one of the benches facing him, back arched by her hogtie and the brank ensuring that other than her moans and whimpers, her growls she remained quiet as his hands squeezed and rubbed the weightly globes of her heavy tits. He pinched and rolled her nipples, tugged on them until they were as hard as they could become then flicked both, sometimes together and sometimes one and then the other.
"Yer a good lookin' wench. Good thing fer ya that 'is Lordship said I can'na let lil Georgie enjoy ya wench otherwise I'd be balls deep inside o' one o' your holes or the other."
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Chantelle DuMour
"I m Chantelle DuMour... I m lost" Eating very little as the smell of the food made me feel ill. "I was traveling... I can na remember where I was going. My chaperon drown..... the church... ma belle I will never see hom again..."
I sleep and fevers take me. I cry in my slumber and mutter in french to people that I saw die on the trip. I weep and the fires of the fever seem to make the pale features even paler.
I teeter between the light and dark of consciousness. I awake many hours later and groan. "Mon amie, what is your name?"
"I m Chantelle DuMour... I m lost" Eating very little as the smell of the food made me feel ill. "I was traveling... I can na remember where I was going. My chaperon drown..... the church... ma belle I will never see hom again..."
I sleep and fevers take me. I cry in my slumber and mutter in french to people that I saw die on the trip. I weep and the fires of the fever seem to make the pale features even paler.
I teeter between the light and dark of consciousness. I awake many hours later and groan. "Mon amie, what is your name?"
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San
I watc in horror as a giant approaches me and again moved me to another place. Just as I thought the binds were gone another is thrown around my neck.
I watch him leave then return with a bit of food. The smell is amazing as I take a few small bites from the bread and take a drink of water. It had been a few day since the other men had fed me.
From my place here I watch again as the countryside passes by me. So strange....
The coach stopped and the large man came back. I felt my body press into the coach as far as I could go but could not escape his grasp. My hands were bound again very brutally. I tried to scream but no sound came out. Only tears.
He lifted my and placed my into the seat of the coach fimly securing the bar inside.
Tears rolled down my cheecks as I watched the lid cover close leaving my in darkness. I felt as if I were to die. I felt so alone. I let the tears fall freely as the reality of my situation took me in.
I watc in horror as a giant approaches me and again moved me to another place. Just as I thought the binds were gone another is thrown around my neck.
I watch him leave then return with a bit of food. The smell is amazing as I take a few small bites from the bread and take a drink of water. It had been a few day since the other men had fed me.
From my place here I watch again as the countryside passes by me. So strange....
The coach stopped and the large man came back. I felt my body press into the coach as far as I could go but could not escape his grasp. My hands were bound again very brutally. I tried to scream but no sound came out. Only tears.
He lifted my and placed my into the seat of the coach fimly securing the bar inside.
Tears rolled down my cheecks as I watched the lid cover close leaving my in darkness. I felt as if I were to die. I felt so alone. I let the tears fall freely as the reality of my situation took me in.
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"My name is Zilly" I told her when she had slept.
She had slept fitfully as I lay beside her. Listening to her moans and cries. My naked body close to hers which was barely covered by her rags.
"They have left water, we have to wash ourselves and put on those robes" I said showing her the cotton slips, and the pail of soapy water.
She had slept fitfully as I lay beside her. Listening to her moans and cries. My naked body close to hers which was barely covered by her rags.
"They have left water, we have to wash ourselves and put on those robes" I said showing her the cotton slips, and the pail of soapy water.
