The Sex Trader

[jubileeslave]

Jubilee

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.

"aye mum." I went with the woman and was thankful for the meal that she gave me.

After I had finished eating I went straight to washing the dishes. I must have surprised the older woman. I sought out the brushes and started to clean the floors in the dining area.

She shook her head and walked back to the kitchen. She left the kitchen and took things to the other room. I spent nearly two hours at my task and then I walked back in the kitchen. I checked the meal for the evening and started to peel skins from potatoes. I had never known a meal that didn't have that.

When she came back I was singing cheerfully. "Earlee on morn...in just as da sun was a risin.... I heared a youn maiden singin softlee in da vale...callin ta 'er lover...jus so dat 'e would tell 'er.... of love dat 'e felt for anot'er not 'er own. Oh ne'er leave me ...oh ne'er deceive me... 'ow could ya use a poor maiden sa"

Annette chuckled as I set to work on helping more.

" I'll do w'at e'er ye need me ta, mum." I offered to boil water and wash the Master's clothes and hang them out.

 

[Graybread]

Lord William

“Of course Lady Felicity, no one shall know of our dealings,” he assured her. He smiled to himself, thinking of the perversity within this woman. He knew he could tap into that perversity and come away with a handsome profit.

“I have put them in a….room together so they may acquaint themselves. Get to know each other, since they will be,…how shall we say it?” He said, smiling at her. “Working together?” He reached across and refilled her wine glass. “The ‘white’ girl is a bit under the weather right now. A bit malnourished I believe. Perhaps if you were to go to her and,…help nurse her back to health, she may be more receptive to your wishes. I can offer you a private room, upstairs, and have both of them brought to you. You may stay at the Manor as long as you wish, to help in their…training, if that would be suitable.”

 

[shalonalovebird]

Chantelle

" Zil lee" I said it slowly as I wanted to understand her words. She motioned to the water and robes.

I stripped away the rags and looked at them. It seemed so unbelieveable that at one time it was a gown of silver finery and draped my body like a ballgown. I washed myself harshly and scrubbed my skin hard. The rubbing made soft purple marks on my arms and legs. I turned to Zilly and began to scrub her skin. Washing her as I had myself, feeling refreshed as the dead skin was scrubbed away. I scrubbed her arms, legs, back, and chest. Scrubbing her like I had small children in the hospitals.

"Do nat cry, Zil lee" Gently kissing her cheek as I would a child. I had never seen anyone as dark as she is. "Do you kno whar we are? Are you a captiv of a Lord?"

 

[zilly]

She washed so angrily, scrubbbing her delicate skin so hard that I could see the marks of the bristles on the whiteness of her
body.

He long hair was squeezed and thrown over her shoulder in a long tail as sge turned to me, speaking with her strange accent as she scrubbed me.

I let her wash me with a feeling of helplessness, she was rough with me in the most gentle way, first scrubbing, then soft caresses in my most intimate of places.

Speaking softly of the shiny blackness of my skin, comparing the white of her arm against the black of my thigh, her white curls against the short black bristles that covered my private place.

She cared for me whilst asking questions I had no answers to.

"I do not know what will happen, will be friends?"

 

[shalonalovebird]

Chantelle

I put the dress over her head and pulled it down and nodded in approval. I put one on myself and lied back against the wall. I touched my forehead and felt the fevers return.

"Oui mon amie.. I mus sleep.... do na worree, ma cherie, Zil lee"

 

[Cinderella]

Lady Julia Pomeroy

Julia let the bill slip from her fingers to the desk. Edgar had never discussed his business dealings and it had never disturbed her -- in fact, she had been grateful for it at the time. Since his death less than a fortnight ago, the solicitors had taken over the business end of things in his stead -- which she was also grateful for in the interim.

That, they knew as well as she, was going to change once all the reckoning was done; and was one of the reasons she had been going through the paperwork in her husband's desk. To see if anything had been overlooked.

"Your tea, M'Lady."

Julia looked up and smiled at Sophie. "Thank you. I'll pour." The girl bobbed and turned to leave when something suddenly occurred to her.

"Sophie?"

"Yes, M'Lady?"

"How did you come to be employed here?"

"'Twas my auntie who brought me to His Lordship, Lady Julia. Mavis Fuller." Sophie looked nervous, as if she might have done something to upset the lady of the house which would endanger her position.

"So you weren't... purchased?" There was no other way to ask without being absolutely blunt. Julia knew this would sound odd to the young girl's ears, but she had to know.

"Purchased?" Sophie's eyes widened and she clapped her hand over her mouth, trying to stifle a giggle. "Lord no, Lady Julia. I am a free person. And not one of those indentured either. No. No. No. I'm a good girl."

"Yes, Sophie. I'm sure you are. Thank you. You may go."

Julia watched as the girl bobbed again before scurrying toward the door. Oh, she could just imagine what the talk would be in the kitchens tonight. The Earl's mad widow asking if the servants were slaves.

Julia sighed and poured herself a cup of tea. What then did the bill of lading mean if not the purchase of a slave? She picked it up once again, this time examining the name that was scrawled across the bottom.

Lord William Hackberry.

"Well, Lord William. I suppose I am going to have to contact you myself if I want to know what this is about." The thought that Edgar might have purchased a slave appalled her. And if one, there was no telling how many others. But there was also an alternative that she had heard whispers of. That thought appalled her even more.

 

[MzVickie]

Madame Becker

Estelle walked down the narrow stone passageway to the cells. She stopped at the one holding the two new acquisitions. Raising the knob, she slid the iron bolt back and pushed the oaken door in. She was wearing a full-length skirt with a white top. She looked like a school marm, except for the riding crop she carried. She entered the cell, looking down at the two girls.

“My name is Estelle Becker!” she said crisply. “You will call me Madame Becker! Do you understand?” She slapped the crop against her leg to emphasize the point. She looked down at Chantelle. Laying her hand over her forehead, she felt the fever. “The Master has asked me to move you to an upstairs room, where you will be more comfortable. He apologizes for this cell. It is to dark and damp for you. You will follow me, please.”

Madame Becker reached down and picked Chantelle up without effort.

“She is so small and frail, and quit lovely,” she said to Zilly. “Please hold the door for me.” As Zilly walked to the door, Estelle took advantage of the unconscious girl, leaning her face down to Chantelle’ s she kissed her on the mouth. Whispering so Zilly could not hear she said, “You and I will have much pleasure my sweet cunt.”

 

[shalonalovebird]

Chantelle DuMour

I felt the lift from the floor. I noticed the smell of molded hay was gone.

My fevers raged off and on thur the night. "Mon amie.... I ..so lost" I cried to faces that I would never see again. "Mama.... " I sweated heavily and when I awoke I felt so weak. I tried to stand and only fell to the floor. "Papa..... Francis..... my Lord..."

I heard Zil lee's voice several times. I heard other voices. Anything that I was given came back up. I wanted no food and no food seemed to want to serve as nourishment.

"Monsuier, merci.... merci..." I wept bitter tears and woke again. I ached from head to toe and wondered how I came to this bed.

 

[Azalea]

Lady Felicity

Lord William had me shown into a room to await the two young women he had in mind for me. The room was well-appointed, decorated in soft pinks and blues, with lacy curtains at the window and also lacy hangings on the canopied bed. There were several vases full of fresh cut flowers, from his gardens, I surmised. Their heady scent filled the room.

I was quite nervous as I waited to meet the women he referred to as my "salt and pepper." I had never actually been.......affectionately intimate with another woman, but had an intense curiosity I could no longer deny. I really did not know what to expect......would these young women be ready to experiment with a woman's touch?

The idea of Lord William supplying me with not one, but two.....I could not deny that my desire was qute stimulated by such a thought. I wondered if something were terribly wrong and perverse about me, to harbor such lusts....

 

[PtyLips]

Madelaine

"aahhh..." a small moan is all that escapes Madelaine.

She doesn't remember where she is, all she feels is an unbearable pain going through her body. As she slowly regains consciousness she tries to make out where she is.
Quickly she realizes that something terrible must have come upon her, she seems unable to move any part of her body, feeling rough ropes tied around her legs. Her arms uncomfortably bound and something prevents her from moving her head. A cold breeze of night air chills her to the bone.

"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."

Madelaine tries to look up, to see her captors face, but is unable to do so. Her clouded mind still trying to remeber what exactly happened to her and who this man was talking to. He certainly wasn't referring to her.

She froze in shame when she suddenly felt hands all over her body, stopping and playing with her more private parts.
With all her strength she tried to move away but was unable to do so. "Take your dirty hands off me you cretin!" She whispered, as the strenght left her again and fainted once more.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

"Big" Georgie:

The brank kept me from understanding what she'd said but I could guess and so pinched her nipples good and hard to teach her to mind her manners when speaking to me, but the wench had passed out again.

No fun playing with an unconscious woman so I stowed her away and opened the hatch over the exotic yellow skinned slave and lifted her from her storage place.

It only took a second or two, even though she squirmed and wiggled, to discover she was no virgin.

At last poor neglected lil Georgie could have some fun.

As she watched, I freed him from my pants so his full length was exposed to her as well as the large plums hanging heavily in the sack under him. Lil George's as big as I am and her eyes widened as she saw his size, his length and girth.

I pulled her to her knees and one hand used her hair to pull her hard back so I could look into her black eyes.

"Ya'll suck on lil Georgie now and git 'im nice and wet as ya lick and suck.
"If ya don't I'll fuck ya dry. Hits up to you wench.
"One bite and ya'll have no teeth ta every bite again.
"Understand me?"

 

[Graybread]

Lord William

Lord William stepped into the room where Madame Becker had placed Zilly and Chantelle. Estelle Becker was wiping a damp cloth across Chantelle’s forehead.

“How is she,” he asked.

“I think she will be fine, if we can break the fever, Sire,” Madame Becker replied.

“Break it,” he said, sternly, “she has great value to me.” He glanced at Zilly sitting in one of the padded chairs, across the room. He walked over, pulled a second chair up, and sat in front of her. Placing his hand gently on her knee, he smiled at her and said. “Zilly, my friend, I don’t know if you understand me, but I need your help. I have a friend that is looking for a girl to…work for her.” He paused giving the words time to register with her. “She is a Lady, a very special Lady, and she needs a very special girl. I think you are that girl Zilly, you and Chantelle.” He continued, placing his hand softly against her cheek. “She is very rich, and she would buy you very expensive dresses, but you would have to do just as she asks. She is a very pretty Lady, Zilly, and she wants very pretty girls to be her…,” he paused, searching for the correct term, ’Ladies in waiting’. Wouldn’t it be wonderful to dress in nice clothes all the time and eat fine food, and live in a big Manor house like mine? She would take very good care of both you and Chantelle, but you would have to take care of her also, understand Zilly.” William leaned over and kissed Zilly on the forehead, to reassure her. Standing, he looked down at her, “Her name is ‘The Baroness Felicity Slackville’, and she is very rich. She is across the hall waiting to meet you Zilly, so be very courteous to her, I will bring her over.

Walking to the door, he glared at Madame Becker, “Break it, soon,” he snapped. Walking across the hall, he rapped lightly on the door before entering. “Lady Felicity, sorry to keep you waiting. The young dark girl is anxious to meet you, but the ‘white’ has a small fever we are trying to break. I think if you were to come and meet with them, you would find them very appealing. I have explained to Zilly, she is the dark one, that you are a Baroness, and have some special needs, that she is to take care of. She does not know what those needs are, but I will let the two of you work that out. She also has a little trouble with the language, but that is part of her appeal. I am going to leave Madame Becker; she is my assistant, with you, in case you need her assistance in any way. She is very understanding of your special needs also, and can assist you in the…training also.” He extended his hand to take Lady Felicities in his and lead her across the hall.

Entering the room he said, “Zilly I would like you to meet The Baroness Felicity Slackville, your new own…employer. Baroness, your Lady in waiting.”

Leaving the two to get acquainted, he went and stood beside Madame Becker. Reaching down to tuck the blankets tight around Chantelle white face. “How is she,” he whispered to her.

“I’m not sure sire,” she whispered back. “Sometimes she comes out of it then she slips back under.”

“Don’t lose her Becker,” he said, between clenched teeth, “or you’ll be taking her place, understand.”

Turning back to Lady Felicity, he said. “Lady, I must leave you, I have other business I must attend to also. Please, enjoy each other; I shall leave Madame Becker here to tend any needs you may have.” He bowed graciously to Lady Felicity and quietly left the room. He needed to see to the pretty little strumpet Jubilee. What to do with her. he thought. She’s pretty enough you may just have to train her by yourself. he thought to himself. He walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. Jubilee was sitting at the table, peeling potatoes for the evening meal. He pulled up a chair and sat beside her, watching her peel potatoes for a moment. Annette looked over at him, smiling that knowing smile she had. She had seen her Master work his magic before.

“So lass, what do you think of Hackberry Manor,” he asked. “Think you would like to stay here for awhile?”

“She’s offered to wash yer clothes sire,” Annette tossed in.

Smiling, William reached over, and with the tips of his fingers, lifted Jubilee’s face, turning it to him. “Is that so, lass,” he smiled at her. “Ya know,…you’ll have to get me out of them first.”

 

[Azalea]

Lady Felicity

Lord William ushered me into the room where his "salt and pepper" were being kept for my arrival. As I entered, my eyes took in a pale young woman lying in a bed, her blue eyes looking so sad and miserable. Next to her bed sat a woman holding a damp cloth over her forehead, murmuring quietly to her.

"Madame Becker, please assist Lady Felicity in any way that you can," ordered Lord William, and the "nurse" rose and curtsied.

"Please," I said to her, "attend to the young lady...she seems quite ill, doesn't she?"

"A fever, Madame," she replied, " but I assure you she is recovering nicely."

Lord William nodded and said, "Yes, Chantelle needs rest and time, but wil soon be able to serve you, my Lady, as your needs require. But let me introduce you to Zilly."

I turned and saw a pretty dark-skinned girl, her black hair in tight little curls like a cap around her head. Her skin was as clear and smooth as brown velvet, her complexion flawless, her eyes so deep and brown, unafraid to meet mine.

"Zilly, I am Lady Felicity, your new mistress," I said, taking her hand. "Please come and sit by me, and let us get to know one another a little, my dear."

"Yes, ma'am," she said, her eyes wide as she took in my dress and appearance. I wondered if she had any notion at all of what I was purchasing her for. Best to go slow, I thought......not only for their sakes, but for mine.

Zilly followed me to a loveseat across the room from the bed where Chantelle lay, and she sat next to me, her hands folded in her lap. I suddenly was overcome by feelings of all kinds.....pity for these young women, so innocent and vulnerable, about to become my sexual slaves......the very thought of their sweet young bodies, my hands touching them, my lips upon their......I found myself beginning to tremble and had to get hold of myself.

I looked at Zilly and noticed she also was trembling. What a fine pair we were. Well, I thought, Zilly, you and I have much to learn about one another........

 

[shalonalovebird]

Chantelle DuMour

I awoke for a breif moment. I heard the man's voice.
"Merci Monseir" I closed my eyes again. I was so cold.

I woke again and tried to sit up. A strange woman was in the room. I shoved away the covers and stood up. I felt very weak but managed to stay upright. I looked at the slip I was wearing. Soaked with sweat and the scent of illness came from it.
Ugh! I sighed and looked for something else to wear.

I touched the sleeping woman, "Pardone, Ma'dam. Whar iz mah clothes?"

Her eyes opened with a snap. She was surprised to see me standing. I gave her an odd look as she left and brought back a man. I was very embarassed that I was scantily dressed in the company of obiviously a Gentleman.

"Hallo Monseir, I am Chantelle DuMour. I wish to than you for your hosp pataliy." I offered my hand for him to kiss, afterall I had my manners.

 

[zilly]

I had been all alone in the cell, for such a time, when he returned and brought me here.

To this room with this woman, in her fine clothes who looks me up and down, she has smiling eyes but there is something in the way she looks at me.

My feet are bare and I am naked under the white shift, and feel self concious in this room, so big and filled with fine furniture.

I do not know what is expected of me, but I will fight if I am abused. The memory of the noise in the next cell still fills me with fear an aprehension.

 

[jubileeslave]

Re: Lord William

He needed to see to the pretty little strumpet Jubilee. What to do with her. he thought. She’s pretty enough you may just have to train her by yourself. he thought to himself. He walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. Jubilee was sitting at the table, peeling potatoes for the evening meal. He pulled up a chair and sat beside her, watching her peel potatoes for a moment. Annette looked over at him, smiling that knowing smile she had. She had seen her Master work his magic before.

“So lass, what do you think of Hackberry Manor,” he asked. “Think you would like to stay here for awhile?”

“She’s offered to wash yer clothes sire,” Annette tossed in.

Smiling, William reached over, and with the tips of his fingers, lifted Jubilee’s face, turning it to him. “Is that so, lass,” he smiled at her. “Ya know,…you’ll have to get me out of them first.”

"Tis suc a larg plac ta be 'avin, Mi'Laird." Smiling brightly. "Twood be an 'onor ta stae on a while if ye dinna min me astayin"

I set to work cutting the potatoes up for the supper and took to basteing the meat. Blushing as Annette told of my offer to do laundry

"Aye Mi'Laird, me mum was a washer wo'an. Tis naught muc ta be askin. Most lasses me age ar thinkin bout a mon ta lie wif... I be awaitin.... tis ta soon fer me, I be thinkin."

I turned red as he told me to take him out of them. "Dinna ye 'ave a valet, MiLaird?"

He looked at me and I sighed. "Awl rite, I be atakin yer clothes, sire. If ye dinna min, twood best ta do this nae."

 

[Holli n Hunter]

Holli Pierne

She was playing again in the trees, dressed as a "tree nymph". She decided to visit her woods near the old church. Tieing back her brown hair and smoothing out her frock.

Walking about in her world as the queen of the fairies. She didn't have to compete with her sisters for the attention of men and she didn't have to worry about anything as she worked the fields. She rarely showed up to turn a row. Her grey eyes seemed to bewitch some into thinking that she was special.

She watched the carriage leave the manor. Strange, she thinks. I saw the Lord on horse back and there goes his carriage. I wonder if he is old or young?

"Holland Pierne !" A voice calls from a nearby farmhouse.

She sighes and heads for home. Helping with the evening meal for the fifteen that live in her home. Glancing at her sister Marie, she can not see herself living the dull life of a farmer's wife or the tavern harlot, like her sister Amie.

"Quit yer daydreamin" Mother snaps noticing that Holli has stopped setting the table.

"Sorry Mother." I was thinking about the Manor over there"

"What about it?" Marie inquires.

"What the Lord that lives there looks like?"

My sisters roll thier eyes and walk away. Sitting quietly at the table. I set my mind to find out more about the Lord that lives in the manor house.

 

[Azalea]

Lady Felicity

The young woman sitting next to me seemed so vulnerable......a wave of tenderness washed through me, and I determined to do nothing to harm her in any way. I fumbled in my bag for the key to the upstairs room Lord William had given me, and stood, offering my hand to her.

"Zilly, please come with me," I said in as calm a voice as I could manage. "Madame Becker will take care of our poor Chantelle. She needs quiet and rest."

The girl called "Zilly" took my proffered hand and stood obediently, her eyes wide but fearful. I led her to the door, opened it and ushered her through, and turned back to Madame Becker.

"Will the girl truly be all right?" I asked. "I certainly do not wish to do anything to interfere with her recovery."

"I will send word to you, my Lady, when she becomes more....coherent," answered the tired-loooking woman at the bedside of the frail, sick girl.

Zilly followed me up the staircase to the room prepared for me by Lord William. Upon opening the door, I was pleased to see he had chosen a very finely-appointed room, with comfortable-looking furniture and.......a large bed. The bed was hung with heavy, dark red curtains matching the deep rose velvet of the settee and chairs. A fire was already burning nicely in the hearth, and there was a bottle of wine with two crystal goblets on a mahogany table.

Lying on a chair I noticed a pretty white nightgown of fine linen, with a pair of slippers. A note left next to them made it clear these new things were for Zilly. I had asked Lord William to provide something appropriate and nice, and he seemed to have understood my wishes perfectly.

"Zilly," I said turning to my new........what was she? "Slave" was not the right term. Companion? Servant?
"Dear, these are for you, I would very much lilke you to put them on, please. Here, let me help you."

As gently as possible, I helped her pull the garment she had off over her head, and was shocked to discover the girl wore nothing underneath. My heart nearly stopped when I found myself looking at her slender, nubile body.

Her breasts were firm, their skin like the softest velvet, tipped with small nipples of a the most delightful rosy-brown. Her firm belly ended in a mound of back curly hair, and her legs were slim and strong. Her buttocks were two smoothly rounded globes of tender skin, just begging to be cupped.....

I caught my breath, closed my eyes for a moment, and felt the most painful aching in my vagina.......getting a hold of myself, I reached for the white gown and quickley helped Zilly slip it on.
As I helped her button the front placket, I prayed the girl could not hear my heart pounding.....I did not wish to frighten her with myperverse lust, but wanted to move slowly and "woo" her.

 

[zilly]

I followed her up the stairs, my eyes everywhere in case I could see a chance of escape, but would I go without my new sick friend?

Entering a large and beautiful bedroom, with a huge bed and a fire,

The woman picked up a note that was with some clothes,

"Dear, these are for you, I would very much lilke you to put them on, please. Here, let me help you."

Before I could do anything myself she had taken the hem of my shift and lifted it, as I lifted my arms to allow it over my head like a child does, she seemed to pause, I could not see her but felt like she was lookung at me as I stood naked before her. I felt her take a sharp breath, then a long sigh escaped her.

She turned away before I could see her properly to reach for the gown, but as she returned it seemed she could not look me in the eye, she seemed flustered.

Awkwardly she helped me into the long white silky gown, I cdid not need help but she fussed about, then insisted in doing the button the long opening from the low neckline to my waist, each button slowly inturn, her fingers grazed my breasts as she had difficulty with each button, and her breathing was short and almost panting as she fastened them.

 

[shalonalovebird]

Chantelle

I looked oddly at the room. I was confused by my surroundings. I looked at the man trying to recall how he felt familiar.

"Monsier, How did I get here?" I touched my forehead and felt no wounds. Well I was certainly alive.

 

[papillon24]

San

I felt my body lifted fro the darkness where I had laid fr so long. The sudden light made my eyes hurt as I looked up at the large man who handled my roughly.

MY body winced at the strenght at which he pulled on my hair. All I could do was stare. None of the others who had rapped me before had been that big but this man... was too much. I looked up at him. My heart was racing.

Then the words came from my lips softly. "Please....no....."my voice trailed off as I turned my head away.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Big Georgie:

His big hand gripped your jaw and pulled it down as he turned your head back to face his hard cock.

His other hand pulls until the head is in your mouth then begins moving your head back and forth, fucking his cock with your mouth as he growls, "Lick and suck slut or I'll be taking a whip to her ass and titties til ya learn to obey."

 

[Graybread]

Lord William

William took Jubilee by the hand, and led her up the stairway. Not to his Master Suites, but to the room one door down, from his own. The room was sparsely furnished, with only a bed and a small serving stand, on which sat a decanter of wine and some glasses. The bed was a large, four poster, hung with heavy curtains, tied back at each post with matching cord. William led Jubilee into the room and shut the door, reaching back and gently turning the key.

“I’m sorry there are no chairs in here,” he said apologetically. “But I only use this room to…..sleep in, on occasion. It’s quieter than my own apartments.” He indicated with his hand and looked to the door leading to his suite. He led her to the bed, as it was the only place to sit, and walked to the serving stand. Pouring two glasses of wine, he returned and handed one to her, sitting on the bed beside her.

“You really are a very lovely lass,” he said running the back of his hand across her cheek.

They sat there, on the bed, for twenty minutes or so, making small talk, William encouraging her to drink. He took her empty glass and walked to the stand; refilling it, sitting his own, half-empty glass down, and handing hers back to her.

“Ah,” he said remembering. “I’d almost forgotten why we came up here, to get my clothes for washing.”

He stood in front of Jubilee and removed his dark jacket, tossing it on the floor. He sat on the bed and removed his tall leather boots and socks. Standing back in front of her, he slowly unbuttoned his ruffled shirt and pulled it out of his trousers, tossing it on the floor as well. Smiling down at her he undid the buttons on his trousers, bending, he pulled both his trousers and his little clothes down at the same time. He stepped out of his clothes and was standing naked in front of her, his limp cock hanging down from his pubic hair.

 

[jubileeslave]

Jubilee

We went upstairs and entered this small room. He had no idea how heavenly it looked to me. I touched the table that and inhaled the scent in the room. I sat upon the bed, och a real bed.

“I’m sorry there are no chairs in here, But I only use this room to…sleep in, on occasion. It’s quieter than my own apartments.”

"Tis varee nic mi'laird."

“You really are a very lovely lass,” he said running the back of his hand across my cheek.

I blushed "Tis kin ta 'aer ye sae so"

"Drink up Jubilee, the wine is good."

"Fergiv me mi'laird. I ne'er 'ave drank wine. Tis a dev'ls drink me mum twood sae." Yet I took a full measure. It was sweet tasting and I emptied the glass. After he refilled it I was half done with it when he spoke.

“Ah,” he said remembering. “I’d almost forgotten why we came up here, to get my clothes for washing.”

"Aye, mi'Laird. Twil 'ave em washd inn na tim." Smiling and then giggling as he removed his clothes.

I watched him remove the jacket, then his boots and stockings. I nodded in approval. He tossed that shirt of his aside and I wondered if it was made of the silks of the royal courts. His chest so fair and muscled. Och nae gerl, dinna fash yerself, I think as he removes his trousers.

Then he was right there in front of me bloomin raw as the day he was born. "Mi'Laird, I dinna thin I shaoud be seein ye thisa wa." My cheeks were on fire and yet I was surprised that I didn't feel like I was when my brother's tried to force me. I grabbed his clothes and went to the door. Locked! I knew what my fate was now.. "Please mi'Laird dinna do this.... I be a gud lass... I dinna wan ta be.... I willna be a willin wench da yer ears be a'earing me. "

 

[Graybread]

Lord William

“Please mi'Laird dinna do this.... I be a gud lass... I dinna wan ta be.... I willna be a willin wench da yer ears be a'earing me.”

“Yes I hear ya,” Lord William said, smiling, reaching down, and stroking himself.

In all of Williams life, he had not had romantic sex, or sex just for the pleasure of it. His whole sex life consisted of training women for sale. The thought of her resisting him excited him, and his cock began to rise.

“Put the clothes down Lass,” he said, walking toward her. “You will do this, or you will suffer, do you understand.”

Jubilee dropped his clothes and placed her back against the door, in a defensive posture, fear in her eyes. Williams hand shot out and slapped her across the face, then again on the back swing. Blood appeared at the corner of her mouth. William reached up and torn the front of her bodice open, revealing her breasts. Her fist came up as she swung at William’s face. He knew that she would do something in her defensive and just stopped back as the fist whizzed by his face. The action caused her to stumble forward, and William grabbed her arm and threw her to the floor.

“Be easy on yourself lass,” he said to her, as she knelt on the floor.

“Please mi'Laird dinna do this,” she answered, anger in her voice. “I’ll not be your willin wench.”

She tried to stand, her feet getting caught in her skirt and she fell forward on the face. William walked toward her, his cock swaying in front of him. She turned onto her back quickly, her eyes filled with defiance. As she lay on her back, she raised her feet to kick at him. As he approached her, she lashed out at him. He grabbed her foot and bent her leg back to her chest, kneeling beside her.

“Give it up lass,” he sneered at her, “you cannot win.”

She reached up and cuffed him on the ear, causing him to release her leg. He backhanded her again, harder, stunning her for a moment. He grabbed her hands and jerked her to her feet. He drew back and slammed his fist into her belly, knocking the wind from her. She doubled over with the pain, and he pushed her to the bed. Tossing her on it, he quickly lashed her hands with the curtain cords. He left her legs free for the moment, and walked to the serving stand and picked up his glass of wine, downing the contents. He let her regain her wind before going to the side of the bed.

She kicked at him again, defiance written across her face. He smiled down at her, before untying the curtain cord and the end of the bed. He grabbed her foot and tied it with the cord, then moved to the other side and did the same. She lay there, spread on the bed, her breast exposed but her lower half still covered with her skirt. William climbed on the bed and knelt beside her. He flipped her skirt and petticoats up over her face and ripped her bloomers off, exposing her pussy to him. He reached between her legs and started to finger her. He knew that she would not be wet, but he didn’t care, the pain was part of the training. He pushed his finger into her and discovered she was still a maiden. A smile crossed his face. He leaned down to spit on her pussy to add some lubrication. She bucked her hips up and banged him on the nose with her pelvis. Angered, he grabbed her pubic hair and pulled hard, causing her to cry in pain.

“Lass,” he sneered at her, “you either take this easy or ya will suffer more pain.”

He spit on his hand and rubbed it into her pussy, his finger moving into her. He pushed hard and felt her maidenhead break. She gasped with pain. He fingered her and smeared the blood around, it would act as a lubricate as well. He climbed between her legs and positioned himself to enter her. She continued to resist him, bucking her hips, and yelling obscenities at him. He held her hips down, placed his cock against her pussy, and pushed hard. She was tight, very tight and he enjoyed the sensation. He released her hips and placed his hands beside her, moving her skirt off her face. He wanted to watch her as he fucked into her. He pounded into her feeling her become wetter; he didn’t know if it was more blood flowing or if she was starting to enjoy it. He didn’t care; she was merchandise he was breaking in.

After a few minutes of fucking, he felt his orgasm starting to build. He fucked faster, timing himself. Just as he started to cum, he pulled out of her, grabbing his cock he jacked off on her pubic hair. He never came inside a piece of merchandise, a pregnant girl was of no use to him, she was un-salable. He climbed off of her, and the bed, grabbing her torn bloomers he wiped his blooded cock clean, then tossed them back on the bed. He walked over and poured himself another glass of wine. Dressing again, he walked back to the bed, looking down at her. Her face was still defiant.

“Lass,” he spoke, “make it easy on yerself, or the next time I'll turn George loose on ya. And I warn ya, ya will not like that. So just lay there and think about that, I’ll be back.”

He unlocked the door and stepped out, leaving her alone. He locked the door from the outside.