The Sex Trader

[jubileeslave]

Re: 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."

Screaming in terror and yanking hard against the ropes. The pains ripple thur my body and the repeated rape makes it impossible to concentrate on anything other then the method of pain that courses thur and still I refuse to aid in his pleasure.

Not understand that should I work with the devil my suffering would indeed lessen

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Big Georgie:

"As ye will ya lovely slut, " he says as he stops and cuts a piece of cord. The cord is wrapped around lil Georgie at it's base, pulled tight and tied so it can come off easily.

His hand uses your hair to pull your head up so you can see lil Georgie all wet with your juices and the cord tied around it's base.

As you watch the trapped blood makes it swell even thicker and grow even longer. It turns a dark and angry red as it does and Big Georgie growls, "No I kin not coom until the cords gone. Now I kin fuck ya all day and all night if'n I needs ta."

His hand moves the big plumb sized cock head to your cunnie and his drives it into you again and begins to fuck you as he makes you watch again.

It feels as if his cock will split your cunt it's soooo thick and that he may fuck up into your belly it's sooo lone and he's driving it in so hard.

You hear you juices making wet sloshing sounds as he fucks and fucks and fucks you as your body begins to betray you. As it begins to feel good to you each time lil Geogie moves in and out of your cunnie.

 

[La Mirage]

Martha

Almost as broad as she was tall, Martha McCafferty had seen to the Lady Julia since she was first born -- even moving with her to Waverly when she'd married that old goat Edgar Pomeroy. Publicly, she had served as little more than a Lady's Maid for the duration of the union but had been much more than that in private -- more like a surrogate mother, maiden aunt, friend, companion. And though she hadn't birthed Julia, Martha considered herself nothing less.

It had been a loveless marriage (as most were) and Martha for one was glad that her luachmhar was shed of him. She made the sign of the cross for thinking evil thoughts about the dead but it was truth nonetheless. Martha never liked the Earl from the first moment that the arrangement had been made. In fact, she wasn't sure that any man was good enough for the likes of the Lady Julia Pomeroy.

Now that he was gone from their lives, Martha had taken it upon herself to ensure that no one would ever harm her child, in mind or body, ever again. She was a true Lady, that one. And though the Earl had provided for her, Martha well knew that Julia had never been happy.

She had taken over the role of Housekeeper after his death and fairly defied anyone to question the Lady's wishes. As if they would. All the servants loved the Lady Julia almost as much as she did.

Julia had been told that the gentleman she'd been expecting had arrived, but was just finishing a meeting with the solicitors -- one of several of late. Soon she would be able to manage almost all of Waverly's financial concerns with little or no help. And Martha believed it was high time for that as well.

Straightening her dress, the old woman strode into the room where the gentleman caller waited. "Lord Hackberry," she said in a no-nonsense manner. "You've been expected. Would you care for tea -- or is something stronger more to your liking?"

 

[stalwartone]

Pieter

Upon arrival at the manor, the Dutch-born young man was given a room and a short tour of the grounds, then a meal and directions to the "China doll" that the lord had spoken of earlier.

He changed out of his travel clothes quickly, swapping his foppish attire for looser material and no small implements or weapons. The only item he carried with him was the grey leathery fimbo , a gift from a grateful friend some years ago. Whistling to himself, he followed the directions given, making his way to the cell.

He paused, thinking of the times he had done this sort of thing before. There had been plenty of such events in his life, plenty of times when his yard had been used as a rod of discipline and instruction. Some had been port girls, young things with far too much faith in the innate goodness of man to recognize his intentions. Others had been offspring of passengers on voyages who suddenly lost faith in their ability to make the final payments upon their arrivals. (The sight of three men holding one's daughter down while another ravished her, and three more stood to the side, waiting their turns, usually worked better than a priest's miracle when it came to helping people find money.) And there had been the multitudes of women being carried to the new world for purchase by the land owners. The bucks you could torture, chain, even mutilate, providing they could still be useful, but the women needed a different approach. A woman on the slave block had to be unblemished, but with only minimal spirit showing. Pieter had spent several journeys breaking the women in, starting with fearful crying creatures, and slowly destroying their spirits, sometimes getting them to enjoy the experience.
The thought of his time with those women caused a stirring in his crotch. Those events had been in the past, the women lost to him as were the waves that had rocked the beds he had used them in. It was time to work on the present.

Working the various fastenings on the cell door, he pulled the door open, then thrust the lantern in, following closely, trusting that the sudden bright light would momentarily stun her. Once inside, he pulled the door closed and set the lantern on the proper hook. Turning to the depths of the cell, he smiled and lifted the fimbo to his brow in salute.

"Good day, my dear. Are we prepared to begin?"

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

OOC: Page 686 of my dictionary doesn't have "fimbo" on it. Would you explain it please so I understand what it is.

 

[stalwartone]

It's a fairly regional (and now highly illegal) item from the southern half of Africa. It's a riding crop, or light whip, made from the stiffened and tanned penis from a large animal, such as a hippo or a rhino. Used properly, it has more flex than a willow rod, or can take skin off with the hardened tip.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

OOC: Thanks. I'm familar with the instrument, you're right can be quite vicious, but by another name I can't recall right off hand.

Thanks again friend. *s

 

[stalwartone]

OOC- Perhaps the word you're looking for is sjimbok, which I believe is the Afrikaans word for the same item. (I read about this particular "delicacy" many years ago, and these were the only words used for it, so I can't even claim fuller knowledge than that.) I'm using it as a bit of character filler for Pieter, since he'd been part of the African slave trade.

Anyway, thanks for checking on it.

S.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

OOC:

Yup, that's it. No wonder I didn't recall. Couldn't have spelled it if I had. *LOL*
I've never seen one but have read how they, as you said, can cut to the bone and were extensively used by the Arab and Black slavers to drive their "product" to the coast for sale. That's how it came to be known in Europe and America, where the braided bull whip served the same purpose but was less compact and more unweildy and also need more skill than the sjimbok to use.

 

[papillon24]

The light from the hall contrasted greatly with the darkness of the cell. I brbought my arm to shelter my eyes from the light as I tried to see the man who spoke to me.

"Good day, my dear. Are we prepared to begin?" His words cut deep as he spoke.

I tried to move farther back into the cell but the chains prevented me to go very far.

 

[stalwartone]

Pieter

Pieter grinned at the sight of her, and allowed himself a moment to think of what was about to happen. She'd been worked over some, obviously. Her squinting said that she'd been down here for a while, and chains said that she'd be down here for a while longer, providing she didn't fully learn her lessons. The stirring in his groin increased, and his penis hardened in anticipation.

Not yet. Not just yet. Start with the sweets first...

Stepping forward, he slipped the fimbo forward, allowing the stiff tip of the tribal swagger stick to touch her, just at her left temple. With an infinitely slow movement, he slid the tip down her face, under her jaw, then let the crop drift to her left breast. A deft flip of his wrist, and the point circled her nipple, barely dimpling the skin, but with enough pressure to stimulate the nerves of the globe. Then, his eyes locked on hers, he dropped the arm, letting the tool slide to her crotch. An easy motion, and the tip was pressed loosely against her sex.

"I assume, my dear, that you have some understanding of the English language?"

He began stroking the fimbo against her, not enough to enter her, or at an angle that would cause the edge of the point ridge to tear at skin or hook on hair.

"I have been given you, for the time being. I am here to teach you to pleasure your next owner, and to convince them that there is nothing in the world that you would rather be doing."

He began increasing the strokes, masturbating her from a distance, watching as she responded to the pressure.

"As long as you are unsatisfactory, I will continue working with you. If necessary, I will sleep here, instructing you as often as needed."

Continuing the strokes, he watches for signs of her pleasure.

"The only way for you to leave my presence is to convince me that you enjoy my attentions, and wish only to pleasure me."

 

[Holli n Hunter]

Holland

Pushing him away and glancing at the door. I lowered my eyes and uttered.

"I shant be doing that again, my Lord."

 

[Gray Lord]

Duke Edward

Holland pushed Edward away and he knew it was time to back off. He had felt the heat in her and knew she, one day, would make a passionate lover to someone. He had hoped that he could do this without force and maybe he still could, but he would back off for now and let her get comfortable. He had plenty of time to work on her. He really didn’t want to have to throw her in one of the cells or keep her locked in her room. He wanted her to become the part she wanted to play. William had said she would fetch a handsome price as a ‘wood nymph’ so he would let her be for now. He released her and stood up.

“I….I’m sorry Holland,” he said apologetically. “I was overcome with your beauty, please….forgive me?”

In truth, he was overcome with her beauty, but not to the point of losing his sense of duty and responsibility. He didn’t want her to run off before he’d had a chance to taste her hidden pleasures. She would be a challenge, he looked forward to, she had aroused him with her clean country innocence, and he wanted her to see his arousal. He stood in front of her for just a moment, his hard cock obvious inside his pants. He made a small effort to hide it behind his hands.

“I have known many a powdered and painted Lady of the Court,” he said, “but never have I met one like you lass. You are a ‘Primrose’ amongst brambles compared to them.”

He backed to the door leading to his room, dropping his hands so she could see his swollen cock again, and know that she had done this to him. He opened the door to his own room and hesitated.

“If you should need me, or anything, in the night,” he said smiling at her. “This door shall remain unlocked. Please do not hesitate to enter. Even if you should get lonely on your first night away from home, I will be here.”

This was the first time he had seen his room, and thought that it would fit his needs. His cock was still swollen and needed release. He contemplated going down to one of the cells to release his need but thought better of it. He hoped the Holland might come to him in the night. He undressed and climbed into the large bed and waited.

 

[jubileeslave]

Jubilee

"As ye will ya lovely slut, " he says as he stops and cuts a piece of cord.

I wimpered in fear as I saw what he was doing.

As you watch the trapped blood makes it swell even thicker and grow even longer. It turns a dark and angry red as it does and Big Georgie growls, "No I kin not coom until the cords gone. Now I kin fuck ya all day and all night if'n I needs ta."

"Nay.. I beg ye...dinna do this" I was sobbing, it didn't matter as he thrusted his enlarged mass back into that spot that was dripping with blood and whitish liquid.

As he kept moving in and out and that noise that meant we were enthralled with the motion. With unbelieving eyes I was moving my cunt to his juncture.

Even worse was when I moaned as the pains subsided and the pleasure was very evident. As my eyes rolled back and I was moving with his thrusts o feed myself more of his cock.

 

[MzVickie]

Madame Becker

Madame Becker was pleased. Both the young maidens were beginning to except each other sexually. She had many other things to teach them but she wanted to get Chantelle back into the bed. The three of them could stay warm together. If she where to become sick again Lord William would throw a fit. She was glad that he was abroad for the time being. Maybe she could enjoy her ‘Salt and Pepper’ lasses for awhile longer. What she needed to do was to get Chantelle to ‘taste’ the pleasures of another woman. Zilly had seemed to enjoy it and Chantelle had stroked Zilly’s cunnie without being pushed into it. Becker slid off the bed and knelt beside the two lasses.

“Zilly,” she commanded gently. “Help me get her back into the bed where she will stay warm. We do not want to be struck with the fever again.”

Zilly and Becker helped Chantelle back into the bed, laying her in the middle. Zilly on one side and Becker on the other. She pulled the warm blankets up to their necks. She laid half on top of Chantelle, pressing her firm breast into Chantelle’s, and wiping her forehead with her hand. She kissed her softly on the forehead then the cheek.

“Come Zilly lay close with us,” she said, reaching over and pulling Zilly part way onto Chantelle. We must keep her warm, she is so much a fragile ‘white kitten’.

Becker slipped her thigh between Chantelle’s legs until it was pressed against her cunnie, and held it there, firmly. Her own cunnie pressed against Chantelle’s thigh. She ran her right hand down Zilly’s back and gently rubbed her. The candle light gleamed off the sheen of Zilly’s dark face. She leaned closed and kissed Zilly on her full wet lips, her hand moving down to caresses her pouty firm ass.

“Look Chantelle, look how the flame dances in her eyes. Is it not like looking into the heavenly night sky. Is she not a ‘princess of the night’?

Becker kissed Zilly on the mouth again, slipping her tongue into Zilly’s searching for hers. She pressed her thigh tighter against Chantelle’s cunnie as she kissed Zilly. Her hand slipped down the crevice of Zilly’s ass to her wet pink slit, and she stroked her gently. She broke the kiss and turned her face back to Chantelle.

“And you my sweet, you are as lovely as the bub of the ‘moon flower’, so new and fresh, waiting to blossom. You are like the pale tendrils of the mist, carried on dawns cool breeze.”

Becker leaned down and kissed Chantelle softly on the lips, then licked her tongue the length of Chantelle’s mouth.

“Thy taste of wicked innocence doth set my heart aflame,” she quoted the line from Sir Jethro Tull, her favorite poet. “Look Zilly, she is the pale dawn before the sun. Kiss her Zilly, kiss her and taste the new day.”

Becker slid her finger between the lips of Zilly’s pussy and worked her nub with the tip of her finger. She wanted to break her maidenhood, but she dare not, not until Lord William said she could. She moved a little down Chantelle’s body, far enough to take her nipple between her lips. She sucked her like a hunger babe, for indeed she did hunger for this pale flower of mystery. But she would make her blossom and shine in the full of day, and she would make Zilly bloom as well. She realized she no longer thought of them as ‘salt and pepper’ but as flower buds, buds to be opened. They were her ‘Moon Flower and her ‘Black Rose’. Then she realized she was having an orgasm on Chantelle’s thigh as she sucked her nipple and fingered Zilly.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Big Gerogie:

" 'at's it wench move like that. Fuck yerself on lil georgie good and proper like a slut fucks a man." he says as his big hands close on your bouncing tits to knead and squeeze as he ruts into you over and over.

 

[jubileeslave]

Jubilee

I was ashamed of myself that I succombed to that wickness. A wanton wench that I was turned to, had I willing lied with my brother instead of running away. Would I be treated thusly by him?

The betrayal by the Master of the house it left me to wonder. What was happening to that ghostly colored woman that he found before finding me.

Would this giant take her as he was taking me? I cried for her and thought that she was most likely suffering just like me.

I groaned as I felt that tightening from my belly just as I had from Lord Hackberry. I felt like the room was twisting in circles and was sick to my stomache

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Big Georgie:

He turns you head to the side so you can spew the contents of your stomach onto the floor, but never stops his fucking of your cunnie. It goes on and on as you orgasm, are sick, recover again and the pleasure begins to build once more.

 

[Holli n Hunter]

Holland

“I….I’m sorry Holland,” he said apologetically. “I was overcome with your beauty, please….forgive me?”

I blushed and hung my head I saw that reaction that men get around lovies. "There is naught to have you say such to me, my Lord"

“I have known many a powdered and painted Lady of the Court,” he said, “but never have I met one like you lass. You are a ‘Primrose’ amongst brambles compared to them.”

"You are very kind to say so, My Lord."
Once again his compliments were very gracious yet I had done nothing to warrent such praise. He paused at the door and I saw his discomfort and felt even more guiltier.

“If you should need me, or anything, in the night,” he said smiling at her. “This door shall remain unlocked. Please do not hesitate to enter. Even if you should get lonely on your first night away from home, I will be here.”

My sister's voice filled my senses and was telling me that a Lord no matter what was a catch that no woman turned away from. She certainly wouldn't have left him in such a distress. I had removed most of the overcoverings and was in a light weight shift that covered what needed covering.

I walked to the door and hesitated. What would the trees think of me for going to a man and not them? I glanced back to the tree in the window and could have swore that the branchy finger was pointing at the door that he was sleeping in his own bed behind. *sigh*

 

[jubileeslave]

Jubilee

I let out a loud scream as I felt my insides churn hard. It shuddered as my body went into a mass of shaking that I had never done before. I moaned as it felt wonderful and despite the fact that I was bond to the bed. Something came over me like magical powers, were the wee folk placing their magic on me? Then a darkening strangeness fell over me and I fell limp in his grasp.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Big George:

He stops fucking her when she passes out and waits. Waits for her to come to again so it can continue. Big Georgie will fuck her until she's out of her mind with sexual need and lust then he'll pull the cord and on her last time he'll let her feel it as he floods her cunnie with his jism.

 

[jubileeslave]

Jubilee

Breathing, the sounds of hard breathing enters the stillness and slowly the light comes into view.

An outline, somewhat foggy at first. "da..." I groaned as my head was throbbing from where the hair was pulled. "Sean......Ian?"

Feeling very disoriented and confused as the thumping in her legs was still there. Then that heaviness as the face slowly comes cleared. A loud scream follows as she realizes who is really in front of her.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Big Georgie:

"Do da, Ian and Sean rut in you like I am wench? Nay, tis Big Georgie still fookin' away at yer cunnie.
"Liked it did ya. Seems so the way ya screamed out yer passions and gripped and squeezed lil georgie like ya did.
"Ah'll keep on until ya can no do it any more slut. I'll fuck ya til yer fucked out," and all the while it goes on and on. His big cock continues to move in you, to stretch you and it's big head batters against your innermost wall.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Big Georgie:

"Do da, Ian and Sean rut in you like I am wench? Nay, tis Big Georgie still fuckin' away at yer cunnie.
"Liked it did ya. Seems so the way ya screamed out yer passions and gripped and squeezed lil georgie like ya did.
"Ah'll keep on until ya can no do it any more slut. I'll fuck ya til yer fucked out," and all the while it goes on and on. His big cock continues to move in you, to stretch you and it's big head batters against your innermost wall.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Big Georgie:

*Try two since the other wouldn't go through*

"Nay slut tis Big Georgie still rutting into yer cunnie not da or Ian or Sean. They didn't fuck ya like this. Only Big Georie can fuck you and stretch you this way wench.
"I'm gonna keep doing it until I've fucked you out. Until you scream, thrash, and grip lil georgie like you just did when yer passions erupted and lust claimed ya til ya can't do it one more time."