The Sex Trader

[PhoenixPrime01]

OOC:

Waiting patiently for a reply....

 

[jubileeslave]

Jubilee

I was angry since his mind on me was just like my brothers.

I must have been another surprise to fight against him so. This Irish temper is my downfall at times and as many fights as I had been in with my brothers made me a bit more harder to knock about.

“Be easy on yourself lass,”

“Please mi'Laird dinna do this,” I answered, anger in my voice. “I willna be yer willin wench.”

I fell down and then quickly turned over and then I was in trouble again. I kicked at him again but he grabbed my foot and bent it the wrong way.

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

Well that is what he thought. I cococked his ear and then he hit me in the belly. I doubled over unable to fight anymore. Then pushed me to the bed and tied my hands I became even angrier. I kicked at him again and he trussed me to the bed. Now there was no moving or getting away,

I let out a frustrated scream and yanked hard against the bonds. I felt the pain in my wrists as the tightness worked into the skin. He was closer to my maidenhood and I wasn't about to give up so easily. I ended up banging his nose and was brought to the rug for that.

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

I felt him push his hands on me and just like my brother trying to get into my virgin hole. I screamed and bucked as he broke me and the pain was sharp and quick. I started cursing him and called him a devil. It didn't stop him at all. Moving away the folds of my petticoats and watching me I gave him the most hated look yet he kept at me.
I was praying that he couldn't get in but that was to no use and soon I felt a wetness building inside of me and was terrified. Yet when he moved off I glared at him.

"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.”

"Lik I be agoin ne-whars. Tis yer devil's 'eart ta ti me ta yer bedposts." I scowled at his black heart.

After he went out the door , I set to mind on getting the bonds off my hands to free myself and run. Yet all the yanking and pulling that I was doing only made the knots get tighter. I finally fell asleep from exhaustion. All the work I had done before coming to this room and the chores at home finally caught up with me. I was asleep when he came back as promised.

 

[papillon24]

It was all I could do as his grip became tighter through my hair but to take him. I felt him push past my teeth as I wrapped m lips around his thick cock trying to take all of it but failed at doing so. I tried to pull back as I felt him start to press on down my throat. The feeling of it scared me as I felt tears come to my eyes. Then a quick slap was felt upon my face.

"Stop it wench. No cryin here"

I felt a hard pull upon my nipple that made me scream out in pain and pull back releasing him from my mouth. I would have falle to the floor in hysterics if he hadent had my hair so tightly wrapped through his finger.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Big Georgie:

"Arrr, I see 'ow's its ta be. If'n ya won't suck me off then it's to be another way."

His hand lets go of your hair and your lifted bodily from the floor of the carriage onto his lap. One hand grips the back of your neck to hold you in place as his other hand pushes between your legs and a sausage sized finger is pushed into your cunnie and begins fucking in and out to make you wet. Not for your pleasure or comfort but for his and to keep lil Georgie from ripping you.

His head dips down and he sucks as much of a tittie into his mouth as he can. He sucks and chews on it as he tongue licks what's in his mouth and flicks and licks your hardening nipple, all the while his finger pushes in and pull out of you as his thumb finds your clit to rub on.

 

[Cinderella]

Lady Julia Pomeroy

Dear Sir William,

You will not know me but I believe you will have had dealings with my late husband, Edgar Pomeroy.

In going through some of his effects, I came across a bill of lading that was signed in your hand. I am sure you are aware of what I am referring to and would appreciate your coming to discuss this matter further.

Yours,

Lady Julia Pomeroy

Julia poured sand over the letter to blot it before placing her seal on it.

"There, that should do it," she said to herself as she called for a servant to deliver it.

" ...and don't waste any time, please. I want this to Lord Hackberry as soon as possible."

Now all there was to do was wait.

 

[papillon24]

His fngers penetrated me roughly and started to move. I felt the trars beging to well up in my eyes in embarrassment. My cunt began to moisten as he fingers my clit.

"Please, don't do this. All I want is to return home." My words escaped between my gasps. The sensation began to build in my body.as his fingers moved more and more inand out of me harder and harder

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Big Georgie:

"Ya are 'ome wench. I be taking ya where ya'll liv'in til Lord William says otherwise and ya'll be fuckin' how and who we says or I'll be givin' ya lessons in obeyin', painful lesson wench," he says as he continues to shove his finger into your cunnie and his mouth returns to movin' tit to tit, nipple to nipple.

 

[Graybread]

Lord William

Lord William went down the hall to Chantelle's room, he entered finding her sitting on the edge of the bed, Madame Becker was in a chair on the opposite side of the bed.

“How is she,” he asked Becker?

“She’s doing better Sire,” Becker replied. “I think the fever has broken.”

“Good,” he answered, sitting on the bed next to Chantelle. “See if Annette has some clear broth she can drink.”

“Yes Sire,” Becker said, rising and leaving the room, a knowing smile on her face.

William put his arm around Chantelle’s shoulder, reached across, and picked up the damp cloth to wipe her forehead.

“Comment vous sentez mon petit chaton blanc précieux?” He asked her, wiping her forehead and face. “I….we can not afford to have you sick, you are too lovely,” he said kissing the side of her head, stroking her long white hair. He turned her head to face him, looking into her beautiful frosty blue eyes, he said. “When Madame Becker returns you must eat something so you will get well, do you understand my little white kitten, my petit chaton blanc?”

She is absolutely gorgeous, William thought to himself, if she weren’t worth some much money I’d keep her as my own little house pet.

“You are a good omen for me Chantelle DuMour. We found you by the old church and brought you here, it is surely a sign from above,” he said softly, starring into her eyes. “I think you will bring much happiness and prosperity to Hackberry Manor, but you must get well,.…please.” His own eyes pleading, he leaned toward her and kissed her gently on her pale pink lips.

There was a soft knock at the door before Madame Becker and Annette entered. Annette was carrying a tray with a bowl of broth and a few pieces of soft dark bread.

“Oh, you poor child,” Annette said, setting the tray down. “You are so pale, you must eat something.”

“I think she will,” William said, pulling Chantelle close to him and stroked her hair lovingly. “Come Annette,” he said rising, “we must leave her for Madame Becker’s to tend.”

Taking Annette’s arm, he led her to the door. As he passed Becker standing at the foot of the bed, he said.

“Get food into her and get her bathed. I want her well!”

“Yes Sire,” Becker replied, as he and Annette left the room.

As they walked down the hall, William reached down and pinched her on the bottom. She squealed and jumped.

“Not ya be started something ya not be willing to finish,” she giggled as she hurried down the hall ahead of him.

 

[shalonalovebird]

Chantelle DuMour

I was surprised by his face coming clearer. His words sounding so familair. He was telling me to eat and I blushed as my belly rumbled. "Oui, Monsier. I will eat."

His touch and kiss were very tantalizing and I had to catch myself from kissing him .

“You are a good omen for me Chantelle DuMour. We found you by the old church and brought you here, it is surely a sign from above,” he said softly, starring into her eyes. “I think you will bring much happiness and prosperity to Hackberry Manor, but you must get well,.…please.”

"I am gla to be fond, Monsier" I touched his face gently to be sure that he was indeed real.

A knock and a pair of women bringing food and the smell was very good.

The one was fretting over me like I have had my Mother do in the past. I smiled "Oui, Ma mere." Looking over at Annette and the tray.

I sat with the tray in hand and looked at Annette "Merci Ma mere"

I started to eat daintily after they left the room and nodded at Madame Becker.

After eating, I was instructed to bathe and I welcomed it as I felt as if I had sweated for a year, My sweat sticking to my shift and all over my body. I scrubbed the skin hard making my flesh turn a shade of pink getting rid of the illness.

Afterwards I sat and watched the fire that was burning. Hugging myself and thankful I was alive and wondering if the dark one was indeed a person or merely a dream.

"Par'don Madame, whar iz Zil lee?"

 

[Holli n Hunter]

Holli Pierne

I was back outdoors after chores and the evening meal. I was in my woods.

I was playing in the trees like usual and once I thought I heard the bells ring from the old church. But that had been some time ago and Mother waved it off on the strong air from the hills

I climbed higher in an oak tree and peered down the path. I could see the carriage from Hackleberry Manor. Now that was interesting.

 

[Graybread]

Lord William

As William laughed at Annette, he met Lady Felicity coming out of her room.

“Lady,” he said graciously, bowing slightly “is everything to your liking.”

“I….I’m sorry,” she stammered, “but I’ve changed my mind. I’ve decided I won’t be needed one of your girls after all.”

“Is it Zilly? Is she not to your liking? I can whip her if you would like.”

“No, no please don’t don that. It is not her. She is not the problem, she is a wonderful girl and I found her to be very attractive, but I just don’t think I am ready for this,” she said shyly, casting her eyes down. “Here,” she said reaching into her silk purse and pulling a hand full of money out, handing it to him. “This should cover any inconvenience I have caused you.”

With that, she turned and fled down the hallway. William looked at the money in his hand and quickly counted it.

“Well I’ll be,” he said, “two thousand pounds for nothing, and I still have the girl.” He glanced back at Chantelle’s room. “Happiness and prosperity,” he whispered.

William hurried down the stairs to see that Lady Felicity made it out without problems. He stood at the back entrance and watched her carriage rushing down the lane. As he was turning to reenter the Manor, another carriage came through the hedgerow. He saw that is was not George returning so he stood there and waited for it.

As the carriage came to a stop, his cousin Edward stepped out.

“Bill, you ole Son of a Bitch,” Edward yelled.

“Edward, my dear cousin,” William said embracing the man. “Call me William, Sire, Lord, anything but Bill,” he whispered into Edwards’ ear.

“I see you got my letter,” William said, stepping back from Edward, “come lets walk for a bit, before dinner is served. Annette,” he yelled to the door, “I’ll be down to the road, set another place at the table.”

As he led Edward down the road and into the woods, he explained how his operation worked.

“I know you are a man of discretion, but if we should be found out, we shall all hang from the gallows,” he said. “Right now I have three girls in the house all in the beginning stage of their training. George is bringing three more back as we speak, so we will be very busy. You’ll like George; he’s a man of few words and all action. I use him on the hard to break girls and for acquisitions. Just remember, these girls are not Ladies of the court, they are in most cases just simple peasant girls. They’re all are very attractive, even beautiful but that is what my customers want. You are not here to seduce them; you are here to fuck them until they are ready to sell. You will teach them what they will need to know to fulfill the needs of the buyer. You can use whatever means you want to break them, except scar them. I can’t sell damaged merchandise. You can starve them, keep them wet and cold, even hit them; you just cannot leave a permanent mark. What the hell is that,” William said, starring into the top of an oak tree.

“It looks like a nymph,” Edward said.

“A nymph,” William said, looking at Edward suspiciously. “Girl git down out of that tree before ya kill yerself,” he yelled up at her. “A nymph,” he said, raising an eyebrow at Edward.

 

[MzVickie]

Madame Becker

Madame Becker helped Chantelle eat, dipping pieces of the dark bread into the broth and holding them to Chantelle’s mouth.

“Please,” she coaxed, “the bread will make you stronger.”

She was pleased as the “little white kitten”, as Lord William called her, ate from her hand. She was anxious to get her naked and explore her more. She had never had a woman as exotic as Chantelle, and she was sexually excited at the prospect.

Lord William had seen to it that the other house servants had brought hot water to the room and poured it into the copper tub. They were all intrigued by Chantelle’s looks, but she chased them away as soon as they were done. After Chantelle had eaten all that was on the tray, she helped her out of her shift and into the water. She watched her bathe for a few minutes, scrubbing her skin pink. She was very excited at watching her and couldn’t restrain herself much more.

Kneeling down beside the tub she said, “We must wash this beautiful hair as well, don’t you think.”

Without waiting for a reply, Becker poured a scoop of water gently over Chantelle’s head and began to lather her white hair. She lathered her hair and washed it repeatedly, making sure it was clean. When they had finished the bath, Becker helped her out of the tub. She was overcome with lust for the beautiful girl, she wanted to drop to her knees on the spot and lick between her legs, but she know she must be slow with her and patient, she would get her chance. She helped dry herself, touching Chantelle’s breast as she could, without raising her suspicions. She wanted to place her lips on the perfect pink nipples while she played with her cunnie. Instead, she stepped away from the girl.

“Let me build a fire for you,” she rasped hoarsely, her voice full of sexual emotion. “It will help keep you warm.”

She built a roaring fire in the firebox and stepped back.

“Come, sit in front of the fire, it will help burn the sickness out,” Becker said, reaching for Chantelle’s hand. She pulled her down and they sat in front of the fire together.

“Par'don Madame, whar iz Zil lee?”

“Do not worry for Zilly,” Madame Becker said, taking Chantelle’s face in her hand and turning it to face her. “The Master has put her in another room in hopes that she should not catch your illness.”

Overcome with Chantelle’s beauty and her own passion Becker leaned down and kissed Chantelle on the mouth. She reached up and fondled her breast through her shift.

“Come,” she said, “it is late and you must rest. I will sleep with you tonight to keep the fever away.

She took Chantelle by the hand and led her to the bed, pulling the cover back, she helped her into it. Then she stripped her own clothes off and climbed in beside Chantelle.

“My body will help keep you warm,” she said snuggling up to her. “I know of another way to help draw the sickness out of you also. I have used it many times in the boarding school where I used to teach.” She slowly moved down Chantelle’s body and slipped under the covers. “Some may think it coarse,” she continued from under the blankets, positioning herself between Chantelle’s legs, “but it has never failed to make a young girl feel better.”

She spread Chantelle’s legs causing her shift to ride up her body as well. Becker wished she could see this sweet cunnie she was about to taste, but it was of little matter, she would taste it, and that was what she wanted. She dipped her face down and her mouth came in contact with the Albino’s virgin pussy. She licked her from bottom to top, savoring the taste of the fresh cunt.

“Mmmmmm,” she moaned as her hand reached down to stroke her own wet pussy.

 

[shalonalovebird]

Chantelle DuMour

I ate my meal in silence and then took my bath. I didn't know what to make of the madame either. Her touch was warm yet something else.

She washed my hair and dried me off. I felt a bit badly but I was at least feeling better. I sat by the fire and brushed my long hair several hundred strokes.

This woman gave me a kiss and touched my breast, I shied away but I knew that some women were taught to help the sick by touch yet this touch was strange. "Madame, plezee"

“Come,” she said, “it is late and you must rest. I will sleep with you tonight to keep the fever away.

I went with her to the bed and rested my back against her. Then she moved down on my body and made me feel stranger.

I knew that she was admiring the small fact that I had no other hair on my body except for the hair on my head. What was it I was called once.. A silkie one.

Her tongue touched me and I moaned from the shivers. "ohhh Mon am ie..." I had never thought anything like that felt so wild.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

"Big" Georgie:

He takes his pleasure with the little exotic wench and ignores her tears as he puts her back into the 'traveling compartment' and secures it.

After giving the other wench a drink so's she doesn't fall ill it's back to the driver's seat and he's off again on the road back to the manor house.

He spares the horses, but stays on the road through the night so arrives back at the manor mid morning the next day.

When the stable hands come out he says,"They've worked a hard night's work. Be sures ya gives 'em a good rub down and a good feed ya 'ears me."

"Aye, Georgie. Never fear we'll take care o' the beasties right and proper."

When the teams unhitched Georgie rolls the coach over by the cellar doors and opens the side closest to them.

Opening the two traveling compartments he lifts out the 'exotic' first and carries her down to a cell. An iron shackle is fixed to her throat, the chain allowing enough movement to reach the slops bucket as well as the one with water. Going out he locks the door and then carries Maddie down and puts her in her cell. Once the collar is locked around her neck, limiting her as it did the exotic, Georgie removes the hog tie, stretches her limbs out and rubs them briskly to ease the cramping the long time in that position causes, he enjoys a feel or two then leaves her on her cot, closes and locks the door and heads upstairs to the kitchen.

In the kitchen, "I'm gonna have a wash up. Two to feed downstairs and when I've reported to 'is Lordship I'll be wantin' ta eat meself so have a good feed fix fer me. Been nearly a day and I'm hungry."

Going to his room he washes quickly and changes his clothing. Back downstairs he goes looking for Lord William.

 

[zilly]

My chance at last, the woman has left me for a moment and dressed only in the white cotton shift I escape through the door into the corridor, another small door is ajar in some pannelling and I quickly go through into the dark passageway.

Feeling my way in the gloom I see a small shaft of light and peer into the room beyond, it is a bedroom emty with a large bed with posts at each corner, ropes are hanging from the posts.

The next room I can hear muffled noises, then a voice,

Par'don Madame, whar iz Zil lee?”

making my way slowly to the opening I look through, there is a bath, and an open fire, another huge bed with white covers,

It is her, the room is parially lit by the fire light, I can see the bed, and Chantelle is lay there her head on the pillow, her eyes are wide,

I cannot see anyone else, but something is under the covers,

"ohhh Mon am ie" I can hear groan, someone is under the covers, between my friends open legs!

The shape of a person, kneeling, bending over between the open legs of my helpless friend

 

[Gray Lord]

Duke Edward

Edward and William stood starring up at the girl in the top of the oak.

“Girl git down out of that tree before ya kill yerself,” William had yelled.

“God Bill,” Edward said, “she’s beautiful.” As they watched her climbed down. “Can I have her?”

“Gotta thing for tree nymphs, Edward,” William said, smirking at his cousin. “She probably lives close by, probably right over there.” He indicated pointing with his finger. “But you’ve given me an interesting idea. What if we could train her and pass her off as a tree nymph? I’m sure there has to be some half-wit, besides yourself, that thinks tree nymphs are real, and would be willing to pay a hefty sum for such a creature. I’ll have to come up with something to tell her family if they come looking, but that is of no consequence. Okay, you can have her, so to speak, to train and get ready for sale. Talk to her, convince her to come to the Manor somehow. This is your test Edward, don’t fail me.”

“Relax cousin,” Edward said, “I’ve been seducing ladies of the court for the last four years.”

As the girl came to the ground, Edward walked over to talk to her.

“Are you a tree nymph,” he said in mock astonishment?

“No, I’m a girl silly,” she laughed, looking up at Edward. “See.” She extended her arms to thrust her breasts out and turned in a circle. “But sometimes I come out here and pretend. Papa makes me and wench at the tavern, so I come out here to pretend, ya know, just to get away. Are you the Lord of yonder Manor?”

“No Lass,” Edward gave a short laugh, “that would be Lord William. 'Tis he standing right over there.”

She turned to look at Lord William, her grey eyes widening.

“Mi’lord,” she whispered, grabbing the sides of her frock and curtsying, bowing her head but her eyes did not leave Williams. A devilish grin crossing her face.

“Aye lass, I am Lord and Master of Hackberry Manor,” his tone regal and commanding. “And who be you lass?”

“Holland,….Holland Pierne,” she answered, her eyes steady on his. “I live right there,” she said, pointing in the direction of the farmhouse, but not looking.

“And the is my cousin, Duke Edward Ashbury II, son of Duke Edward Ashbury I, 23rd in line to succession to the throne of England,” he lied.

She turned back to Edward, standing in front of her. Her face filled with awe, her grey eyes filled with wonder. She grabbed the sides of her frock again and went into a full curtsy, her knee touching the ground, her face lowered.

“Mi’lord,” she whispered, “I’ve naught met royalty afore.

Edward looked over at William, rolling his eyes. William just smiled and nodded.

“Rise lass,” Edward said, cupping Holland’s chin in his hand. He felt her shuddered at his touch. “This in not the Royal Court, nor shall I ever be King.”

He brought her up to her full height, his sparkling blue eyes shining down in hers, as he smiled at her.

“Come let us walk for a bit, and talk,” he said, extending his elbow to her, as if she were a Lady of the Court. Leading her back in the direction of the Manor.

“As you can see, Hackberry Manor has many trees. The problem is, there is no Tree Nymph to tend them. I know that it is only pretend, but you would not have to wench in the tavern. You would have your own room, and the pay is 5 shillings a week. What say you lass, would you like to work for Lord William?”

 

[MzVickie]

Madame Becker

She has no pubic hair, Becker realized. How could I have missed that? she thought. All the better anyway, it makes her seem so much a virgin. She continued to taste Chantelle, licking into her slit, and drawing the moisture out. Her fingers working her own pussy. She licked up to her nub, taking it between her lips and sucking. Chantelle rotated her hips up to meet Becker’s mouth. The smell and the taste was wonderful as she manipulated her clit.

I must see it. Becker thought. I must see this wonderful cunt. She raised up to throw the blankets off. As she turned to pushed them to the end of the bed, she noticed movement at the door. Someone was watching. She moved up Chantelle’s body and kissed her mouth.

“Stay here my precious,” she whispered.

She slid of the bed and went quickly to the door, opening it she found Zilly standing there. Acting quickly she took Zilly by the hand and pulled her into the room, closing the door and locking it.

“Come in Zilly,” she said sweetly, pulling her toward the bed. “Look, Chantelle is better. I was just drawing the illness from her. It’s an old treatment handed down by the women of my family. You know, Chantelle has been very sick, and she could use your help as well. I know she’s your friend, so please get on the bed with her, hold her, help keep her warm while I continued the….treatment.”

Becker gently, but forcefully pushed Zilly on to the bed. She then climbed on herself, moving back down between Chantelle’s legs. She spread her legs wide so she could see her sweet virgin pussy. It was like a beautiful white rose, the inner petals pink and covered with morning dew. Becker almost swooned at the sight. She lowered her face down once again to lick the dew from the petals. She raised her eyes to watch the two virgins and was caught by the magic of the firelight as it played across their contrasting skin. The shadows danced and played on them, creating a life of it’s own. Becker’s hand slid up Zilly’s soft dark thigh to her find her treasure hidden from the firelight.

 

[Graybread]

Lord William

Lord William was pleased with the way Edward had handled the ‘tree nymph’. He’ll make a good addition to the staff. I’ll send him out with George the next time just to acquaint him with that part of the business also.

As they made there way back to the Manor, William told Edward to make sure Holland got something to eat and a place to sleep. He needed something to eat as well and some business upstairs he needed to attend to. He sat at the table and ate a plate, then filled it again.

“Annette,” he said, “bring wash water, we have business upstairs.”

Annette poured hot water from the teakettle into a large porcelain washbowl and placed it, along with soap and a towel on a tray.

“Ready Sire,” she said, knowing what the business was.

They made their way up the stairs and to the small room beside William's room. He unlocked the door and they entered. Jubilee was asleep on the bed, still tied as he had left her.

“Lass,” he said, sitting on the bed beside her. “Are ya hungry?”

Her eyes popped open as she felt the movement and sound of his voice. She looked at him with hate. He held a forkful of potatoes to her mouth, but she turned away. He put them in his own mouth.

“Annette is a very good cook.” He said approvingly. “But wasn’t it you who prepared this potatoes?” He held a second forkful to her mouth, but she still refused it.

He nodded for Annette to begin. She started by tearing the rest of Jubilee’s clothes off, gently, but she had to tear them, as she couldn’t slide them over her arms or legs. He took a piece of roasted fowl and held it under her nose. Her stomach betraying her, she snapped at it like a hunger wolf, chewing it quickly and swallowing. He continued to feed her as Annette continued to strip her. He sat the plate down and poured a glass of wine at the stand. Holding her head up, he held it to her lips to drink. Annette began to wash her between the legs, removing the dried blood on her vagina, thighs and butt. Inserting her fingers into her to wash the inside as well.

“Finished Sire,” she announced.

“So Jubilee, what’s it to be?” he said, looking down at her. “The hard way or the easy way?”

She spit at him, and cussed, as no woman should.

“Ah,” he said with pleasure, as he began to undress, “my favorite way.”

As he stood naked beside the bed he added, “Ya know, Annette was once like you, but with the proper training she has become very faithful, isn’t it so Annette?”

“Yes Sire,” Annette commented.

Jubilee’s face was turned toward the wall as he spoke.

“Look at me wench, when I talk to you,” he said angrily, grabbing her hair and jerking her head around.

She looked up at him with contempt and hatred.

“Wash me Annette, so this wench can see how it’s done.”

Annette knew what was expected of her. She knelt in front of William and gently began to wash his cock and balls. Once she was finished she took his cock in her mouth and sucked him hard. She always enjoyed sucking his cock, but she knew she wouldn’t get to finish the job tonight. Maybe she could find one of the stable hands later.

“Open your eyes wench,” William said to Jubilee, “or I’ll leave you here to fester in your own piss and shit for a week.”

She opened her eyes to watch the lewd act. Annette took all of Williams cock down her throat as she starred up at her Lord and Master.

“Thank you Annette,” he said to her, gently, “that will be enough. You’re still very good, ya know.”

“Thank you Sire,” she gasped, releasing his cock, as streamers of her saliva still connected it to her mouth. She rose and collected the wash tray and half-eaten plate and left the room.

William released Jubilee’s hair as he climbed on the bed, and positioned himself between her legs. He didn’t care if she watched now. He pushed his cock between the folds of her cunnie, slipping in easier this time, with the help of Annette’s spit, and Jubilee haveing had it once already. He didn’t jamb it in, but inched it in slowly, letting her feel the full length of it. He fucked her slowly, noticing that she did not fight as hard this time. She still had fight in her but she seemed to have less. He would have to keep at her for a while. He continued to fuck her, his eyes closed, just enjoying the tight sensation of her tight pussy around his cock. He felt her hips respond a little but not as if she were in fully into it. She got wetter the more he fucked her, a good sign. Finally, he was ready to cum, he increased his pace and opened his eyes. He knew he shouldn’t cum inside her, but he thought that if he could get her trained and sold fast enough it wouldn’t matter if she were pregnant. He starred down at her as his semen filled her, again and again.

“You’re good,” he panted, as he continued to empty his balls inside her. “You’ll bring a pretty penny wench.”

Finished, he withdrew his limp cock and rolled off her. Laying beside her on the bed, his head on her arm, still tied to the post he turned to her.

“So, what do you think of fucking now?” he asked.

 

[Holli n Hunter]

Holland Pierne

I chuckled hearing that man worrying about me falling from a tree. I loved the trees and I believed that they loved me.

I was making my way down as one approached the tree. My handmade dress clinging to me like my very skin. I moved closer

“Are you a tree nymph,” he said in mock astonishment?

“No, I’m a girl silly,” I laughed, looking up at Edward. “See.” I extended my arms to thrust my breasts out and turned in a circle. “But sometimes I come out here and pretend. Papa makes me and wench at the tavern, so I come out here to pretend, ya know, just to get away. Are you the Lord of yonder Manor?”

we chatted a bit and then he told me. “As you can see, Hackberry Manor has many trees. The problem is, there is no Tree Nymph to tend them. I know that it is only pretend, but you would not have to wench in the tavern. You would have your own room, and the pay is 5 shillings a week. What say you lass, would you like to work for Lord William?”

I pondered on that thought. "five shillings."

He nodded. "Every week."

I looked back to the oak tree. As if I was asking for premission. The breeze blew thur the limbs making one stir. I smiled and curtsied "Thank Lord Oak." Turning back to Duke Edward Ashbury and Lord William. "then I shall take care of the trees here, Mi'Laird."

I looked over at the Manor once again. It was like a fairytale come true for me. I have been entranced with the Manor for years.

 

[jubileeslave]

Jubilee

I was asleep when he returned but I was awake when he sat upon the bed. I was straining against the ropes to wring his neck. "Geet aw'ee yer a deveil o' a mon"

I turned away from his peace offering of the evening meal. I had my pride and glared at him with a closed mouth.

I wanted to cry feeling my clothes being torn away and him sitting there teasing me with food. My belly rumbling made me relent and eat. While I had his precious wine I saw Annette washing me. I was humilited. I heard her say finished

“So Jubilee, what’s it to be?” he said, looking down at me. “The hard way or the easy way?”

I turned my head and spit at his handsome face. "Twill na be yers. Tis ye a bast'r o' 'ell. Yer nae mooree den a bloodie digger, yer fac be poxed. Tis nae differen from yer fac an yer arse. A pox on ye fer doin this ta meh."

He spoke and undressed and I didn't care. “Ya know, Annette was once like you, but with the proper training she has become very faithful, isn’t it so Annette?"

I heard her agree and I wanted to cry. I turned my head away from them I didn't want to see her being hurt or mistreated.

“Look at me wench, when I talk to you,” he said angrily, grabbing my hair and jerking my head around.

I glared at him. If he fell down dead I wouldn't cry.

“Wash me Annette, so this wench can see how it’s done.”

I was forced to watch and I got angrier. I closed my eyes refusing to watch.

“Open your eyes wench,” William said to Jubilee, “or I’ll leave you here to fester in your own piss and shit for a week.”

I watched and grew angrier that I was still tied to the bedposts. Then he mounted me. I wanted to fight but the struggling I had done earlier I was still tired from. He kept at me, shoving his piece into me over and over again. I felt his heat..emptying into me several times and I was crying.

“You’re good,” he panted, as he continued to empty his balls inside me. “You’ll bring a pretty penny wench.”

"Tis all ye wan o' meh. Pennees!" I was humilated more again as he rolled off of me.

“So, what do you think of fucking now?” he asked.

"Ye canna 'ave it. Tis naught wha tis ta be sayin abot. I'll ne'er be acomin ta yer willin...ne'er.... damm yer arse... tis a eveil lot ye be...tis na bettr den me brudders." Sobbing harder.

 

[zilly]

I watch as Chantelle moves on the bed, her head is back and her eyes fixed on the canopy of the bed, one leg and then another appears either side of the mound in the bedding where the shape of a person is kneeling between her long, white open legs.

I hear a groan as the covers fall back, the woman who was in the cell before! she is kneeling up between the girls legs, looking towards me, her hair in disarray, her face flushed and her mouth is wet and shiney in the firelight.

I watch her slip off the bed and out of sight and leave Chantelle, her naked body outstretched and open, her slim legs apart, her ribcage arched with pointed breasts pink tipped prominent in the flickering light.

“Come in Zilly,” the wall in front of me swings open and her hand is on my arm, moving me to the bed before I can protest. Chantelles eyes flicker in recognition and she closes her thighs in shame as I am made to climb on the bed and lay down by her side.

Our eyes are locked and her arm moves around me, I can feel her body as looking down I see Madame pressing her legs apart, I see the look of rapture on madames face and in her eyes as she gazes down on Chantelles naked sex, the pale pink of her open lips against the smooth whiteness of her hairless skin.

I gaze in wonderment as the woman lowers her face to her, watch as her toungue starts to flick out and taste Chantelles open slit, see the swelling appear in the wetness.

Chantelles fingers grip my arm as I feel madames hand slide up between my own thighs, gently pushing them apart, as her finger tips touch my sex I realise with horror that I am open and wet, that she will find me aroused.

As she enters me, I see her looking at me, her hungry mouth still lapping, her smiling eyes are fixed on mine. My face is close to Chantelles, I can feel her breath on my skin as she pants, my face turns to hers and our eyes lock, my mouth close to hers as we are locked and touched by this woman.

My shift is pushed up to my waist as my black legs are opened on the white sheets.

 

[papillon24]

San

Back in the darkness I feel my eyes fall heavy aas I sllep. It is only the sudden stop of the carriage that wakes me slightly.

The light is insense as I feel my body lifted out and carried. Soon I find myself in another dark spot chained once more. the tears rushed down my face quickly as I pushed myself as far up against the corner as I could next to the bucket of water. I took a quick drink from it then rinsed the tears away.

I could hear sobbing from the other cell like room but pushed the thought out of my mind

thoughts ran through my head. Whatwas to happen to me? and who was to be the next tocome and....I pushed the thought out of my head. It was too much to think about as I sat here in the dark.

 

[shalonalovebird]

Chantelle

I couldn't believe what was happening and more so that this Madame was taking such liberties.

I gripped Zilly's arm and my fear was on my face. I finally had to break away. I couldn't breathe.

"Ma'dame pleeze..." I had started to cry and move away from her face. I went to sit up and was angred by her hand roaming and frightening Zilly too.

 

[zilly]

Chantelle, is trying to back up the bed away from the womans hungry licking mouth, but she justs follows her up the bed, Chantelle is now pressed aginst me my arm around her bare shoulders, our legs are open and entwined as madame licks her and probes me with her fingers.

I can feel my cunny squeeze on her fingers and try not to wet myself, Chantelle is panting with fear and I think some arousal.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

"Big" Georgie:

I met 'is Lordship in the study and told him about the trip. Told 'im about the exotic wench and the other both in their cells with the first one still in a brank to keep her quiet.

'is Lordship tole me 'e 'as ta go fer a bit and asks me ta begin ta break in the Jubliee wench as she was a fighter and 'is trip made it so's 'e couldn't begin it 'imself.

I smiled and nodded as I asked about any limits 'e may wanna set.

"No permanent marks Georgie otherwise do as is needed, anything at all ta teach her her proper place as was done with Annette."

"Aye yer Lordship it'll be done."

We talk for a bit more and he explains his brother is here as well as a Lady customer with her new "maid in waiting" in training then he sends me off to eat and begin the wench's training after telling me which room she's in.

A trip to the kitchen for a meal of meat, bread, cheese and ale then after giving Annette an affectionate and very familiar pat and rub on her arse I head off to my new duty for his Lordship.

I find the wench as 'is Lordship 'as left her, naked and tied spread eagled on the bed.

"Well wench 'is Lordship has given yer ta me ta breakin and train. 'e explained about 'ow ya are and lemme tells ya if'n ya tries ta hit me I'll make ya scream and scream 'til ya's can scream no more. Then I'll still have my way and if'n ya tries ta fight back again the pain will start again," he says as he slowly undresses revealing all of his 6'10" nakedness to you and lil Georgie as well.

His hand fists his rising cock, and it's in proportion to the rest of him. His hand moves up and down the legnth of lil Georgie from the thatch of pubic hair to the plum sized bulbous head as he approaches the bed.

"Now wench 'tis time ya met lil Georgie very personally. I likes ta hurt wenches that fights so do it if'n ya wants. If'n ya do and I hurts ya scream all yer wants. The only ones ta hear ya won't care 'n won't butt in 'cause they knows what'll 'appen if'n they does."