The Sex Trader

[MzVickie]

Madame Becker

Madame Becker let Chantelle move away from her probing tongue, she seemed frightened and unsure.

“That should help draw most of the fever out,” she said, smiling up at Chantelle. Her mouth wet with Chantelle’s wetness. “But just in case, I should show Zilly how it is done so she can administer the treatment if necessary.”

She moved over between Zilly’s legs and licked the length of the dark slit. She used her finger to gently caress Zilly’s dark pink nub as she pushed her tongue into the girl. She moved her tongue up and down the sweet slit, lapping at the juices that flowed. She was in heaven, first tasting the pale white girl now tasting the dark one. The contrast was exhilarating.

She wanted her own release, if she could get one of the girls to lick her cunnie she would cum in no time. But how to do it? She thought. Of course, I am teaching Zilly how to do it. Now I just need to see if she has learned the lesson.

She moved up Zilly’s body until she was directly over her, holding herself up with her arms. She looked down at Zilly with mock concern on her face.

“Zilly,” she started. “This is very important for Chantelle’s health. The fever may come back at any time, until she is completely well. I have shown you how to perform the treatment just in case I am not around the next time she gets sick. But I need to know if you have learned it right? I need you to perform the treatment on me just to see if you know how to do it correctly. I will hold Chantelle and keep her warm.”

With that, she lowered herself between the two girls, separating them, and lay on her back, waiting for Zilly to move between her legs.

 

[shalonalovebird]

Chantelle

I push myself away from Madame. I panic and start to weep. I lost the battle as I watch in horror as the woman touches Zil lee in the same manner.

"Noooo" I pushed her away from Zil lee. I showed definance in my face. "Leeve her alon Ma'dam."

 

[zilly]

I am helpless as turns and kneels between my legs her hands pressing my thighs apart as she starts to lap at my cunny, her fingers open me first and she looks so closely, flicking her toungue in and out, tasting and probing,

My fingers grip the sheets tightly as the feeling makes my tummy tight, makes my hips want to raise from the bed. Chantelle implores her, but she ignores her cries.

She stops licking and tells me about the cure for Chantelles fever, then lies down between us, her legs thrown apart, her hair is thick and shiny, but not like mine. It is trimmed into a small shape above her sex lips which are bare and slightly open. She has her hands on the inside of her thighs, fingers pointing to her sex, pulling herself open, I can see the wet pinkness within, see her button stiff and visible. She wants me to lick her, I am scared but feel I must.

I can hear Chantelle gasp and madame groan as I bend to her, close enough now to smell her arousal, for her to feel my breath.

As I wait, nervous, I feel her hand on my head as her hips rise and my face is engulfed by her wetness.

 

[Graybread]

Lord William

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

William paced back and forth in his study as he thought about the letter again. He’d ordered his coach made ready for the trip to the coast. He would book passage to England once he arrived. It would be nice to visit his homeland again, he just wished it was under better circumstances. He could ignore the letter entirely, but if she were to take it to the authorities, his whole operation could be in jeopardy. He remembered Edgar Pomeroy, as an older gentleman. He would deal with his old hag of a widow in no time.

He had turned over the breaking of Jubilee to George for the duration of his trip. He thought that if anyone could break her it would be George, or ‘Lil Georgie’, to be more specific. Madame Becker was dealing with Chantelle and Zilly, and his cousin Edward was going to train the ‘Tree Nymph’. Sometimes things just fell in place. He realized that if Edward could train Holli, sexually, and keep her as a tree nymph, she would sell for a lot of money to some stupid Lord that still believed in such things. He would spread the word on his trip. Right now he needed to check on the two new wenches that George had brought in. Annette was taking care of his packing so he went down to the dungeon.

He lit a lantern then entered the first cell. The lantern light fell on the long black hair of a beautiful oriental girl. Her dark almond eyes stared up at him in fear. She was dirty and exhausted, and looked hungry. He would tell Annette to feed her dark bread the next day. He sat the lantern on the ledge, then grabbed her by the hair and forced her to stand so he could inspect her.

“Very nice,” he commented to no one.

He fondled her firm breasts, then her arms. He opened her mouth and checked her teeth, then turned her around and squeezed her smooth ass. He kicked her feet apart and reached between her legs and rubbed her cunnie, slipping his fingers inside her, he felt her beginning to get wet. Maybe against her will, maybe not.

“George has started your training well I see,” he said, without emotion.

William undid his pants and pulled his cock out, massaging it to hardness. Still holding her hair in his other hand, he pushed her forward, bending her at the waist.

“If ya want to eat again, wench, ya won’t move. This is what it will be like from now on, or until you learn what I tell ya, understand? Ya can make it easy on yerself or ya can make it hard, it’s up to you.” He said.

With that, he jammed his cock into her, burying it to his balls. He let her pussy adjust to his cock before he began to fuck her in earnest. He held her hip with one hand and her hair with the other, and then he fucked her hard. After about five minutes of humping, he came deep inside her. As his cock deflated, he stepped back from her, releasing her hair, and stuffed his cock away.

“Ya got a nice look about ya girl,” he commented, referring to her exotic, oriental features. “If ya take to this training well and do what yer ‘spose too, I can find ya a good master one what will treat ya good. If ya don’t, well, I guess ya’ll be in here til ya do.”

He picked the lantern up and left the cell, going to the one next door. He let the light shine down on the girl.

“Another beauty,” he said. “George has done real good this trip. I can see by the look on yer face that yer goin to be a hard one lass. I’d bend ya over and fuck ya hard, but I aint got it in me jus now. But don’t worry, ya’ll be getting yer turn. And I’ll be telling ya like I told the China doll next door. If ya take to this training well and do what yer ‘spose too, I can find ya a good master, otherwise ya’ll be here a long time. So what’s to be, ya goin take to cock, or ya goin to go hungry, it’s yer chose lass?”

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

OOC: I've been told that Jubilee is having computer problems so I'll wait patiently until it's been repaired/resolved then she and Georgie can 'continue'.
In the meanwhile I'll read along with a smile.

 

[jubileeslave]

Re: "Big" Georgie:

I glared at the man that entered the room remembering the insult about pennies. I let him know immediately "Dinna touc meh, or'll I be callin tha curse o' tha wee folk upon yer arse."

"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 strips away his clothes.

Gad, he is a giant.... "I willna alloo ye ta be adoin this." I tried giving him the evilest look I could.

He was stroking the rising cock, and it looked as big as him. His hand moving up and down across his cock. I closed my eyes tightly and refused to watch. Still yanking hard against the ropes that bind me to the bed. Leaving marks at my wrists that burned deep into the flesh.

"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."

"DINNA TOUC MEH!" I screamed at him as he climbed on the bed and loomed over my naked body.

He laughed and grabbed my hair. Forcing me to hold my head still in his ever tightening grip. I could clearly see the plum sized bulbous head of his cock and I knew that he was going to do the same thing that Lord William had done.

When he fell on top of me I cried in pain but once he entered me I was screaming in pain and terror.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

"Big" Georgie:

Once on the bed with 'er 'air in my fist holding 'er ;ead up so's she 'as ta watch as lil Georgie finds 'is way into 'is new play thing I move so 'is 'ead is at the entrance to 'er cunnie.

Then it's a simple thing to jerk my 'ips forward and open 'er 'ole so's the 'ead is pushed inside stretching 'er wider than she's ever been stretched before I'd wager.

A small wait as I look at 'ow she's stretched, 'ow 'er lower lips are wrapped around lil Georgie's shaft 'ugging it gripping it and so's I kin see the pain and fear in 'er face and eyes. Then, with a steady push, as me weight settles between 'er spread legs buries most of lil Georgie into her depths. 'er eyes opens wider and wider as I goes deeper 'n deeper into the depths of 'er cunt.

Some o' Lord William's spend is still inside o' the wench so's it eases it a bit fer 'er, but still the pain o' 'er stretchin' and fillin' makes her scream and 'er 'ead tries to toss side ta side. My hand in 'er 'air stops that and she watches through wide tear filled eyes.

Lil Georgie's wide 'ead presses 'ard agin the bottom o' 'er cunt and I moves me 'ips side ta side ta rub in on 'er and open 'er fuck'ole a bit wider, stretch it a bit more ignoring the new screams this causes 'er to make.

Now I 'olds still and waits. All I does is tense the muscles I uses to hold back a pee ta make Georgie swell and grow a bit so's she can feel it as 'e grows and shrinks a bit each time I tenses and relaxes agin.

"Yer now mine ta do with as I want's slut. I'll be fucin' ya in all o' yer holes. I'll be cummin on ya and in ya anytime I wants. I'll be hurtin' ya til ya learns to do wot yer tole to do when yer tole ta do it.
"When I finishes wit ya ya'll be a right and proper slut and sex slave eager ta do wot ever's asked o' ya make no mistake about it.
"The only thing I won't do is permanently mark or harms ya. Lord William likes to have unscarred wenches ta sell and when I'm done wit ya you'll bring a fancy price indeed wench.
"Now, slut, move yer ass. Fuck me with yer cunt or be hurt til ya does," I say holding myself up on one arm, yer head with the other hand and watchin' and waitin', but not fer ever, fer ye ta begin fucking lil Georgie like a proper slut.

 

[jubileeslave]

Jubilee

Directions are diffently not my best priority.

I screamed from the pain that he was inflicting. The binding of the ropes at my legs and his size was tearing into me. "Nay .. Gods mercee ...." I turned my head away but he grips on my hair tighter. I am forced to watch ... I cry and wish for anything other then this to happen.

A sharper pain that wells from his thrust and I scream again. It hurt terribly as he moved in such a manner that I had never imagined. It was followed by a squeezing, my inners aching from his abuse. Yet a stranger sensation that moved thur my belly. My eyes echoed my terror. He ruts like an animal I think in my terror.

"Yer now mine ta do with as I want's slut. I'll be fucin' ya in all o' yer holes. I'll be cummin on ya and in ya anytime I wants. I'll be hurtin' ya til ya learns to do wot yer tole to do when yer tole ta do it. When I finishes wit ya ya'll be a right and proper slut and sex slave eager ta do wot ever's asked o' ya make no mistake about it. The only thing I won't do is permanently mark or harms ya. Lord William likes to have unscarred wenches ta sell and when I'm done wit ya you'll bring a fancy price indeed wench.
Now, slut, move yer ass. Fuck me with yer cunt or be hurt til ya does,"

I couldn't obey and I couldn't move. I kept pulling at the ropes that held my arms and hands. "NE'ER.... I NE'ER BE AWILLIN WENCH..."

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

"Big" Georgie:

As he slowly fucks you, against your will your cunnie beings to get wet as the lubricious fluids start to flow.

His hips move back and forth slowly and methodically sliding his cock in and out from where it's head is once more stretching your opening as widely as it his cock can stretch it until he pushes back into the hot grip of the cock sheath that slowly becoming wetter and wetter. All the way into you until the head is again pressing hard against your cervix with some of the hard meat still outside of you.

Your head is held so that you can't look away and you can see the growing accumulation of your love juices collecting on the shaft of his cock and gleaming, shining in the room's light.

"I tole ya ta move yer ass and move yer ass you will. Yer 'ands and feet may be tied but yer ass isn't and it'll fuck back at me or ya'll scream til ya kin scream no more and still I'll 'urt ya til yer fucking me back slut."

He lowers to his elbow but arches his back so you can still see him fucking you. Then his now free hand closes on the closest breast and begins to squeeze. His hand nearly envelopes it as his fingers and thumb sink into the firm flesh under the satin smooth skin and the pain slowly grows more and more intense as he squeezes harder and harder all the while fucking you without pause and growling, "Move yer ass wench. Fuck me back or suffer."

 

[papillon24]

Iwatched in fear as the man grabbed at me and fucked me. I didn't dare move. Again the tears began to fall. My be it was just out of exaughtion maybe out of fear and maybe a bit of both.

The shock of his quickness and my sudden frustration kept me still. I watched as he left and soon moved towards the door as far as I could before the chain hindered my movement. The small bit of light was a comfort in this dark and dismal place. My stomache growled as I sunk to my knees.

Voices came from the rooms around me. Some were sobbs and some were moans an others were threats. I sat there on my knees as I listened to the strange new place.

 

[Gray Lord]

Duke Edward

Edward watched as the young girl talked to the tree. He thought how naïve she must be to think the tree talked back. But yet that was what made her so desirable, her innocence and naïveté. If she wanted to be a tree nymph she could be a tree nymph, Lord William was relying on that very thing, for a better sale. He placed his hand on the small of her back as he guided her toward the Manor. He wasn’t real sure what he was going to do with her, being new at forcing women into sex as opposed to seducing them. He had spent many and day, and night playing with the Ladies of the court, taking his time with them, slowly enticing them into bed. But this was different, this just going to be coercion. He needed to train her in the arts of lovemaking, to teach her how to satisfy her new master once she was sold. But he also needed to keep her charming, tree nymph mentality.

How am I going to do this? he thought. Maybe I should win her confidence. Show her that I care about the trees also. She is such a beauty, I would like to take her for myself.

Lord William had left them and had headed back to the Manor to take care of other business. So Edward led her around the Manor grounds, asking her questions about different trees. He actually found that what she knew was interesting. Then he struck on an idea.

I’ll have her put in a room next to mine. That way I can spend more time with her. I’ll be able to work on her slowly, tell her how lonely I am for my homeland. Convince her that I need her company.

He spied a portly woman waving to them from the kitchen entrance.

“Come Holland lass, I thing we are being called,” he said to her.

He led her to the kitchen door and introduced himself to Annette, then introduced Holland.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Sire, and you too Lass,” she said, smiling at Holland. “Lord William told me you were here to help Duke Edward. He also told me that he had hired you, Holland, to take care of the trees,” she added. “But I have some dinner for both of you right now.”

She led them to the dinner table and sat a plate before them.

“The Master would like to speak with you as soon as you’ve eaten Mi’lord,” she said to Edward. “Before he leaves on his trip to England.”

“Thank you, Annette,” he replied. “I’m sure you have made arrangements for my sleeping quarters, but could you see to it that Holland has a room next to mine. I would like to stay close to her, at least until she’s settled in of course.” He added, looking across at Holland. “You will be staying here in the Manor, won’t you Holland?”

After they had eaten, Annette took Holland to show her to her room. Edward sought out William.

“I need you to and George to take care of things while I’m gone,” William began. “I have to go back to England and take care of an old hag widow, before she starts trouble. George brought back two new girls, there in the dungeon. Just go down and ‘train’ them once a day, if you know what I mean,” he laughed. If they will not consent just stop feeding them for a day or two, and if you have to, throw a bucket of water on them. The cold always seems to bring them around. But you run the chance of sickness doing that also. “George is taking care of the Jubilee wench right now and Madame Becker has the ‘salt and pepper’ pair. They are both still maidens and I would like to keep them that way, but if they cause trouble, you may have to ‘train’ them as well. Ask Becker what she thinks before you do anything. Unspoiled as they are, they will fetch a handsome price. Just keep George away from them; he’d fuck anything given half the chance, including Becker and Annette. “The Holland lass is a different story,” he continued. “Since she came from next door, you will have to treat her different. Go slow with her, use your charms on her. I will ask my contacts in England to nose around and find a buyer for her. I think we will have to export her to stay in the clear. Train her but keep that ‘tree nymph’ thing going on.”

“What about buyers,” Edward asked? “What if one shows up?”

“Annette knows how to deal with any buyers,” William said. “Hopefully we will hear from some soon. If one shows, up just find out their interest and take him or her to that girl. Let them enjoy their pleasure. A well-fucked buyer will pay more than one who is frustrated, so let them enjoy themselves. Any questions?”

“No Bill,” Edward said. “I think you have about covered it all. How long are you going to be in England?” he added.

“Just long enough to deal with this widow hag, no longer. I leaving tonight so take care of the place. Annette, George and Becker know what their doing, you just need to follow suit, understand?”

“Don’t worry Bill, everything will be fine.”

Edward returned to the kitchen to find Holland and Annette gone. He assumed Annette had taken Holland to her room. He went to find his own room, it should be next to Holland’s, he hoped. He found himself getting aroused just thinking about the pretty young ‘nymph’.

 

[shalonalovebird]

Chantelle

Sobbing quietly I watched Zil'lee. My heart breaking as she was madam's now.

I quietly moved from the bed and sat in the corner rocking myself and pouring sweat

 

[papillon24]

the darkness was painfull. The memories of the ship and the men aboard came back into my mind as I let the darkness get to me.

I rose my body bracing myself adainst the wall and moved over to the small barred window. The cool air was refreshing against my face as it dried the tears that remained.

 

[MzVickie]

Madame Becker

“Mmmmmm,” Becker moaned as Zilly’s mouth met her cunnie. She pushed her hips up farther as she pushed Zilly’s head down.

“Move your tongue Zilly,” she moaned. “Move it up and down…..Aaaahhh, yes, that’s it. Do it like that……Mmmmm, more.”

Becker kept her hand on the top of Zilly’s head as she looked down and watched the beautiful black face between her thighs. This was a first for her and she was thrilled at the sight. She reached down with her free hand and spread the folds hiding her button, with two fingers.

“Lick here Zilly,” she cooed. “Suck it like a sweet red cherry.”

Becker noticed that Chantelle had moved off the bed and was sitting in the corner. She would deal with her in a moment, but first she needed this release.

“Oh you sweet girl,” she panted. “Suck harder, use your tongue…..yes that’s it, do it more. Ooooh yes, do it more.”

She humped her pelvis harder against Zilly’s mouth, coming closer to her release. She pushed Zilly’s head down, rocking it up and down to force the action. Finally, she hit her orgasm.

“Aaaahhh,” she panted, as her body trembled and the orgasm rolled through her. She held Zilly in place as she continued to cum on the young girls tongue. “Mmmmm,” she moaned as the orgasm subsided.

She pulled Zilly up onto her body and wrapped her legs and arms around her. She kissed her fully on the mouth, tasting herself on the girls.

“Zilly, that was very good, you have learned the lesson well. But what do you think we should do with Chantelle? She seems afraid and she is sweating again. Do you think we should get her back in the bed? She is still not well yet. You are her friend, you convince her to come to bed, before she gets to sick again. Maybe you should do the treatment on her. Talk to her Zilly, before we lose her to the fever.”

 

[zilly]

her hands are pressing my face to her open sex as she opens her legs wider and wider, my licking becoming faster as she moans and pulls at my hair.

Her flesh there is wet and hot, I am drinking her juices as she pushes herself against my open mouth, my toungue licking along her openness then inside her, feeling the swollen button of her sex as she instructs me, suck me, lick me she calls as I do her bidding. Her body is thrusting, then I feel her tense her whole self as a feeling runs through her, the only movement is the pulsing of her sex against my mouth as her thighs squeeze my head and she twitches.

She is calm now and pulls me up to her, kissing my face and licking the wetness from my mouth and lips, her tougue is long and probing, her mouth sucks my toungue into hers and I feel her lips close on it moving in and out.

She is sending me to Chantelle, making me slide off the bed and crawl over to where she sits in the corner, pale and damp. Her feet and knees are together, her face above them as she hugs her knees.

Gently I press her knees open, her eyes on mine as her pink tinged slit is revealed, with a backward glance to the madame I drop my head to Chantelles sex and gently kiss her there.

Her body slides lower as I push her legs completely open, I am on my knees, bottom in the air, head down as my toungue flicks into the hot wet slit and I hear her moan softly, her hands flopped helpless beside her as she gives herself to my mouth.

 

[jubileeslave]

Jubilee

Jubilee

Damanaging to the fact I refused to be a willing lover. I refused to make it easy for him either. Never occured to me that it was easier for me by cooperating.

The manner he has ahold of me is even more degreagating. I can't turn away just like when Lord William took me and my tears were all for naught.

"I tole ya ta move yer ass and move yer ass you will. Yer 'ands and feet may be tied but yer ass isn't and it'll fuck back at me or ya'll scream til ya kin scream no more and still I'll 'urt ya til yer fucking me back slut."

"DEN YE BESS BE ADOIN SAE..... I WILLNA BE YER WILLIN WENCH" I screamed in my fury. I refused to do as he ordered...just like I refused my brothers.

"Move yer ass wench. Fuck me back or suffer."

" DO YER WORSE I WILLNA BE A WILLIN... A POX ON YER ARSE... DA WEE FOLK BE PUTTIN YER 'EAD IN DA BANSHEE'S GRIP...YER NA MOOR DEN AN ANIMAL... "

Yet my body tightened.. and that hurt even worse then what he was doing. Screaming even harder from the ripples of orgasms that ripped thur my filled cunnie.

 

[Holli n Hunter]

Holland

Meeting Annette was a pleasant thing. She reminded me much of my Mother.

THe meal was good and filling. I felt right at home in her company.

Afterwards she led me to a room and smiled as one of the trees bowed to the window.

"So you can hear the trees." Annette said.

"Thank you, ma'am" I was thrilled that she seemed to understand the call of nature in the soul of a maiden. I opened the window and touched the branches that graced the window frame. I was certain that the trees would fare much better now. Leaving the window open I had walked over to the bed and touched it. I was one of several daughters and the idea of my own bed was terrifying but exciting at the same time. I quickly kneeled by the bedside and said my prayers and graciously thanked the Virgin Mary for helping me find a employ that didn't have a drunkerd involved.

I had just finished them when I heard a noise at the doorway

 

[shalonalovebird]

She is sending me to Chantelle, making me slide off the bed and crawl over to where she sits in the corner, pale and damp. Her feet and knees are together, her face above them as she hugs her knees.

Gently I press her knees open, her eyes on mine as her pink tinged slit is revealed, with a backward glance to the madame I drop my head to Chantelles sex and gently kiss her there.

Her body slides lower as I push her legs completely open, I am on my knees, bottom in the air, head down as my toungue flicks into the hot wet slit and I hear her moan softly, her hands flopped helpless beside her as she gives herself to my mouth.

I watched as Zil'lee came closer, I wanted her comfort. I felt that she was my only friend at this point.

I didn't fight her spreading my legs or her kissing on my mound. When she began to lick there I moaned and slid to lie upon the floor. My arms to my sides as I quiver inside and the rush of "waters" give Zilly something to feast upon.

I looked into Zil'lee's eyes and slowly moved my hand to touch her in the same spot she was touching me. Letting my fingers explore the velvety softness of her sex.

I felt the dampness there from her release to Ma'dam.

 

[Gray Lord]

Duke Edward

Edward made his way to the stairway, meeting Annette coming down.

“I’ve put you in the East wing Sir,” she said. “Next door to the lass. Yours is at the end of the hall. Here are the keys to her door and to the adjoining door.” She added, handing him the keys and smiling at him.

Edward thanked her and headed toward his room. He stopped at Holland’s door and listened. He could hear her murmurs, and wondered what she was saying. Probably talking to the trees again. He told himself. He waited until she was finished then turned the doorknob and entered the room. He was again surprised by her beauty as she stood there in a white cotton and lace nightshirt, obviously borrowed from one of the smaller house servants. Her breasts filled the bodice and strained at the fabric, trying to free themselves. He casually walked to the bed and sat on the edge, patting the place next to him.

“Sit with me for a moment,” he smiled at her.

She sat on the bed next to him and waited for him to speak. He watched the swell of her breasts as she breathed in and out. He was tantalized by the rise and fall of them, her fresh clean scent all wrapped in white lace.

“So tell me lass,” he began, glancing up at her face but his eyes falling to her breasts again. “Are ya thinking you’ll be liken’ it here? Ya know, I’m just in the next room, you can knock on that door if ya need me for anything,….like during the night or something. I know how it is when your away from home for the first time.”

The more he watched her breasts rise and fall the more aroused he became.

Well it’s now or never. He told himself. I guess it’s time to find out how she’s going to react.

He reached out with one hand and put it behind her head, pulling her toward him gently. He placed his other hand firmly on her breast and fondled her. Feeling the ripeness of her young body. He leaned to her and kissed her on the mouth, not hard or forceful, but holding her head from behind so she could not simply turn away.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Lil Georgie:

His cock moves in and out methodically driving you into your first orgasm as you rail and curse him. The hand in your hair twists it to immobilize your head as you try to turn it. He wants you to watch your fucking.
His fingers and thumb sinks deeper and deeper into the firm flesh of your tit as it bulges out as it's squeezed harder and harder. Pain and the intense pleasure of your orgasm racing through your body side my side each adding to the intensity of your climax.
"Ya kin curse me but ya'll do as I tells ya and fuck me back slut whore for I'll fuck and hurt ya til ya does it.
"I'll fuck ya as yer cums and cums til ya think ya'll die til ya fucks me back my wonton bitch," he says as his teeth bite the swollen nipple on the tit he's squeezing and his tongue licks it at the same time."

 

[Holli n Hunter]

Holland

“So tell me lass,” he began, glancing up at her face but his eyes falling to her breasts again. “Are ya thinking you’ll be liken’ it here? Ya know, I’m just in the next room, you can knock on that door if ya need me for anything,….like during the night or something. I know how it is when your away from home for the first time.”

" I shant be worried" I smiled as I glanced back to the window. "I am close to the trees and I am always safe when I am close by."

When he pulled me close and kissed my lips I felt terribly confused. I knew that I should have slapped the man, but it wasn't a kiss that a drunken man gives you it was something else. I tried to pull away by pushing against his chest. He seemed unmoveable or that I was not pushing as hard as I had believed. What ever it was I felt very shakey and yet the firey heat from my face wasn't matching the firey heat that I was feeling in my soul.

 

[stalwartone]

Pieter

OOC- This will be on the road to England...

IC- The thin blade sang as it sliced through the air, the sound carrying clearly to the young man's ear since the blade and ear were only separated by a half hand's distance. Backpedaling rapidly, he tried to put distance between himself and the attacker. Unfortunately, this placed him closer to one of his assailant's helpers, and he was forced to spin in place, handling his own blade with all the finesse of a farm implement. His sabre met nothing but air, but the strike left him off balance, and struggling to recover. A third attacker moved into his line of sight, then slipped to the side.

* All this for a few coins and a bit of jewelry? *

Three to one, and his tongue wasn't going to get him out of this. Which truly worried him, since his saber work was obviously less intimidating than the first man's skill with his foil. He could end up crippled, or disfigured, or worse.

*He might put a tear in my clothes..*

 

[Graybread]

Lord William

William climbed into the coach; he was finally on his way. He didn’t want to be going but felt he had not choice. He had to deal with the old hag or be discovered, possibly ending at the gallows. Things were under control at the moment, he just wished he had more help with the training. He was glad for Edwards' arrival and knew he could trust the man to be discreet if not dispassionate. He told the driver to go, he wanted to be in the port town before midnight. As they drove through the countryside, his mind was preoccupied with what to tell the Widow Pomeroy. He knew he had to lie to her, he couldn’t just tell her he kidnapped young women and sold them as sex slaves. He would think of something. He tried to doze as they made there way to the channel town arriving close to midnight.

“Rest yourself and the horses tonight Jean,” he said to the driver as he grabbed his bag out of the back of the coach. “You can head back in the morning. Here’s some coin, spend it on ale and lasses,” he added smiling up at Jean.

He made his way into the Inn and secured a room for the night.

“I hope there’s a ship crossing the channel tomorrow,” he commented to the Innkeeper.

“Oh yes Sir, there should be three or four, this time of year ya know.” The man replied. “If you’re lookin to book passage, the Cap’n of the Wave Skipper is in the tavern, jus’ yonder.”

“Thank you,” William said laying a silver on the counter, and headed for the tavern area.

He spotted the Captain of the Wave Skipper just by his clothes and manner. He approached the table, standing opposite the man.

“You be the Captain of the Wave Skipper,” he asked.

“Aye Lad,” the crusty seaman said, eyeing William up and down. “That be me.”

“I understand you’re crossing the channel in the morning,” William replied. “I’d like to book passage.”

The Captain squinted one eye and gave William a closer look, taking in the expensive clothes. With his open eye, he looked up at William.

“That be one gold piece to cross, mate,” the Captain said smiling.

“I’m not buying yer damn boat ‘mate’,” William said calmly, cocking his head to the side. “Two silvers or I go to the next Captain.

“Aye, ya drives a hard bargain mate, I mean….lad, and two silvers it is. We sail with the tide.”

William took two sliver coins out of his purse and tossed them on the table.

“I’ll see you at the tide,” he said to the Captain as he walked away.

He made his way to his room and settled in for the night. As he lay there in bed thinking about the Widow Pomeroy, it finally struck him. Edgar Pomeroy didn’t buy a lass, the old goat bought a lad, a young lad, of about twelve or fourteen years. The boy had just reached puberty when he and George snatched him right off the road. He had made two hundred gold pieces for that lad, and no training needed. Old Pomeroy wanted to do it all himself. She must be some ugly old hag to drive old Pomeroy to boys. William shuddered as he drifted off to sleep.

The sound of the cockcrow woke him later that morning. He rose quickly, washed his face at the washstand, and dressed. He packed his bag and strapped his scabbard around his waist, tucking the pistol into the belt. He stopped in the tavern and had a cup of tea and a bowl of porridge before making his way to the dock. As he passed an alley, he heard the clash of steel on steel. Curiosity getting the better of him, he stepped down the alley to investigate. What he found was three ruffians against one young man, who by the way he ‘swung’ his saber wasn’t going to last long in this fight. In Williams mind, three to one was never a fair fight, no matter who was in the right. But by the looks of these three, they were probably not in the right.

William dropped his bag and drew his foil. He advanced on the closest ruffian and stabbed him in the arse with the tip. The scoundrel jumped and turned on William, raising his weapon above his head to bring it down on William. Before he had the chance, William slipped three inches of steel into the mans armpit. The man squealed like the stuck pig that he was and ran from the alley. The other two quickly glanced in his direction, but seeing that William was not advancing on them, they continued to attack the blond haired young man. William drew his pistol.

“Which of you would prefer the ball behind the ear,” he called out. “I only have one.”

The two stopped and looked back over there shoulders, staring at William.

“Well chose,” William said. “So we can make this a fair fight.”

Slowly they back away, until they were within running distance of the ally, then they both hightailed it.

“That’s a nice saber,” he said approaching the young man. “You should learn how to use it one day, before it’s too late. What’s your name lad?”

“Pieter,” he said, gasping for breath. “Pieter Schuyler van Shooer. Thank you for saving my life.”

“Don’t worry about it….Pieter, we all need our lives saved from time to time.” William said smiling at the man. “So why were they after you? You carrying a large purse?”

“Just a few coins and some jewelry, I think they just spied some easy pickings is all.”

“Well it’s obvious they weren’t after your clothes,” William said smiling. “So what brings you to this little port town, Pieter Schuyler van Shooer?”

“Please, just call me Pieter,” Pieter replied. “I’m just traveling through, going no where in particular. What’s your name Sir?”

That was when the idea crossed Williams mind. He could use another trainer at the Manor. Business was brisk at the present and he needed the help, with him on his way to England now.

“William,….Lord William of Hackberry.”

“You’re Lordship,” Pieter said, bowing his head. “I beggin' your pardon.”

“Ah, we’ll be havin’ none of that lad. I just happen to have a large purse and a Manor House. Which brings me to my next question? Are ya looking for work?”

“What kind a work?”

“Are ya good with the lasses?” William asked.

“Sir?”

“Can ya fuck lad, can ya fuck the lasses.”

“You want to hire me to fuck women?” Pieter said the smile broadening on his face.

William told Pieter about his business, and how to get to the Manor House. He told him to talk to Annette, and George, and that his cousin Duke Edward would be there also.

“There’s a little China doll in the cell below, that’s in need of training as soon as you get there. Here’s a gold piece,” William said, dropping the coin into Pieter’s hand. “You can stick around here for a couple of days, or until them ruffians find ya again, or ya can head to the Manor. I’m on my way to England, and if I don’t make the tide I’ll be stuck here another night.”

“Thank you Sir,” Pieter said looking at the gold coin in his hand.

“Wait, I have a better idea. Come with me, quick lad.”

They headed to the stable by the Inn and found Jean, Williams' driver. William woke him and told him about Pieter being hired. If Pieter wanted, he could ride back with him and use Jean as his means of introduction to the Manor.

“Now I have to go before the tides turns,” William said, leaving Pieter and Jean together.

The trip across the channel was uneventful, it took most of the day. William found lodging for the night. It felt good to be back in his home country again, although he knew he wouldn’t be staying long. He rested up that night, eating a hearty meal and retiring early. The next morning he found a stable and rented a horse to take to Birmingham. It would take two days on horseback but he didn’t mind, he could see the beautiful English countryside on the way. He made it to Birmingham late in the afternoon of the second day. He stayed at the Inn and had his best suit of clothes sent out for cleaning. He ate a small meal and once again retired early, he wanted to be fresh for his meeting with Lady Pomeroy. He was woken early the next morning by the delivery of his clothes, he tipped the servant and laid the clothes across the bed. He shaved as close as possible without nicking himself, and splashed a dab of lavender water on his face. He dressed and slipped the foil belt around his waste, leaving the pistol behind. He made his way downstairs and found the Innkeeper. Asking directions to The Waverly Estate. It was a mere two miles from the city. He walked the horse down the road until he come to the Estate.

It was more than an Estate, it was almost a castle, except it was missing the towers, walls, and parapets. It was a massive stone building with wings extending from each end. It made Williams Manor look like a carriage house in comparison. William was immensely impressed, as he walked the horse up the lane to the front of the house. A stable hand met him at the front and took his horse. He walked to the door and raised the large, brass, lions head knocker, letting it fall. When the door swung open, he was met by an elderly gentleman.

“My I help you Sir,” the Butler said.

“Yes, I’m Lord William of Hackberry. I’m here to see Lady Julia Pomeroy; she should be expecting me.

“Right this way Sir,” the Butler said stepping back and allowing William to enter.

The Grand Entrance was exactly that, Grand. It must have been thirty feet across with stairs going up each side of the wall to meet at the balcony above. The floor was marble and echoed Williams boot heels as he followed the Butler to the waiting room. It too was impressive, the mahogany walls were covered with expensive tapestries depicting historic English battles, some even depicting the Roman occupation of the Isles.

“I’ll inform the Lady Pomeroy that you have arrived Sir.”

William strolled through the room, letting his hands caress the expensive furniture. He found a liquor table and poured himself a glass of Port while he waited. I could have got five hundred gold pieces out of that of goat. He thought as he scanned the room.

 

[stalwartone]

Pieter

The day had turned around quite nicely, quite nicely indeed. He had started the morning with an aborted escape attempt from the town, then turned into a fight with the three idiots that he'd introduced to his specially curved dicing cup. Just his luck that they hadn't been quite as drunk as he'd expected, and they'd be able to track him down. And, naturally, they were used to inflicting harm.

Then the landed gentry had shown, and proven himself able to show them pain and fear. It would have been enough to send him to church to give thanks, if he still fully paid heed to the Good Book, and it's keeper. But then, the man had offered him a job. A real job, one that wouldn't damage his reputation.

Oh, he'd done his share of swiving all right. It was more or less expected on the slave ships, and he'd done as much as he could. The women that they collected had to be ready for their new owners, and it reduced the tension on a long voyage.

He collected his pack, including the long case from his last voyage, and joined the Lord's driver on his return journey, enjoying the easy travelling. Arrival was nothing less than he expected, an expansive residence worthy of the owner. With a jaunty swagger and a whistle on his lips, Pieter went in search of the Lord's representative as directed.

 

[shalonalovebird]

Chantelle

Quaking slightly and teasing her body with feathery movements of my hand. Gazing into Zil'lee's eyes as if mental asking if I was dong the right thing. Then wondering did I really care otherwise.

Out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw Madame smile.