Victoriana (closed thread)

[Azalea]

Abigail hooked her ankles together behind the Doctor's back and used the extra leverage that afforded her to pull her body closer to him, as if it were possible for them to be any closer. She clung to his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh, and hanging on for dear life used all of her strength to grind against him, madly, passiontaely lost in her lust.

Then, she suddenly dropped her legs and used one to push them over so that she was now on top of him. The Doctor allowed her to take the initiative and watched her mounting loss of control as she rode him, hard and fast, her grunts and panting filling the room.

"God, Elliot, harder!" she practically screamed, and she threw her head back and continued to make animal sounds, pumping herself in a frenzied manner, the sound of her sopping pussy on his cock punctuated by her whimpering cries.

The Doctor watched her in amazement as Abigail let every shred of dignity go, allowed herself to shed any trappings of civilized, polite society....she had turned into a wild little she-animal in her heat, and the pursuit of pleasure was all that mattered, all she knew, all she wanted.
Suddenly he played turnabout and, grabbing tight hold of her ass, rolled them over so that he was back on top of her. And now it was the Doctor who was utterly gone in his passion. He squeezed one of her breasts hard, pinching the nipple.

Abigail cried out in mingled pain/pleasure, and arched her back so that her breasts were thrust out even more, encouraging him to continue mauling her. He drove his cock into her hard, and she called out, "Yes! Yes! Elliot! Harder!"

The Doctor's face grimaced with his effort, and he pulled her hair, forcing her head back, and said, "Make me come, little slut, show me how hard you can fuck me!"

 

[dr_mabeuse]

This was sex as he loved it, and act of entirely bodily passion, as mindless as a force of nature, like surf on rocks, or the wind in the trees. He was all sensation, all feeling, all emotion, without a thought of right or wrong, proper or improper, he was a creature of animal lust.

He slammed his hips forward, driving his hard shaft to the limit in Abigail's pussy, his pubic bone banging hard against her and making her grunt with every thrust. His hands wrapped around her shoulders kept her in place beneath him lest he drive her against the headboard with the violence of his body.

Abigail moaned beneath him, her lust no less than his own, and she thrilled to feel her man's raw need for her in his savagery. Her legs were spread wide, offering him everything she had, holding nothing back. She revelled in feeling his power and strength, knowing it was a sign of his desire for her.

It was as if the carefully controlled game they had played, the restraint, the denial of movement, had all been preparation for this wild exhibition of desire; as if the denial only exaggerated what they felt now.

The Doctor looked down at Abigail. Her eyes were half-closed and glazed with lust and her expression was one of pleasure so intense that it was painful, and from her lips came a prayer, an entreaty for him to give her what she wanted so much: to release his essence inside her, as if only that would ease her pain.

Despite his mindless pleasure, the thought flashed through his mind that she was his, entirely his, body and soul, and the thought supplied the last spark of heat that took him up and over.

Closing his eyes and gritting his teeth, he surrendered to the insistent pleasure of her body. He let the orgasm rise up from the very soles of his feet and run up his spine. He shoved hard into her, holding her paralyzed and trembling beneath him and his come poured into her as he growled with animal relief.

 

[Azalea]

When Elliot collapsed upon her body, exhausted by his exertions, Abigail took as deep a breath as she could and closed her eyes. She had clmaxed just as he was releasing his pent-up seed into her, and had found her own much-needed release. She was amazed by the frocity of his fucking. He had clung to her and rammed into her as if his very life depended upon it, and she had met his need with an equal fervor. Imagine, she thought, that a girl such as I am could reduce such a man to this.....to this trembling, desperate state of urgent need.

"Elliot?" she whispered softly. He made no answer, merely buried his face in her neck and nuzzled her, an almost inaudible groaning escaping from him.

"Please, Elliot.....Sir? I can hardly breathe..." she hesitated to continue but she really needed his full weight off of her chest.
He rolled a little off to the side, but kept his leg draped over her belly and his arm wrapped around her, holding her shoulder.

Her lungs now free to expand, Abigail took in air and her chest rose and fell dramatically as she regained her breath. His hand strayed from her shoulder down to cup her breast, and she placed her hand over his lightly, caressing it as he fondled her.

They lie thus entwined, recovering themselves, for several long minutes. Then, the Doctor stirred, and rose on one elbow to look full into her face.
"Abigail," we have traveled the road of desire togethe for a while now, and you have never failed to please me," he said quietly.

She looked into his eyes, so intent and serious, and waited for him to continue.

"There is a larger world for us to explore, my dear, and I believe you have proven yourself equal to the journey. Would you choose to follow me, wherever I wish to lead you?'

"I would follow you anywhere, Sir, gladly," she replied, matching his seriousness in her tone.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

When she awoke the next morning she found that the Doctor had already gone. She was alone in his lavish bed, the feel of his body still fresh upon her. Pennewrorth brought her breakfast in bed, and informed her that it was the Doctor's desire that she rest herself during the day, that there was an elaborate ball or soiree they would be attending and he wanted her to be fresh for evening.

Abigail spent the day in delicious indolence, lingering over her bath, having her hair and nails done (the Doctor had sent a hairdresser), and composing a few letters. The letters took an unusually long tiome for her to write, for she was not sure what to say: that she was a kept woman? That she was learning to be a man's sexual slave? And that she was embarrassed at how much it thrilled her?

He was to pick her up at 8:00m so at six she finished with her tea and bathed yet againm then entered her room where Bridget had laid her clothes out for her. Abigail looked at the bed in confusion. All that was there were very high patent leather boots, matching opera length kid gloves, a corset of the same material, a choker set with diamonds, and a tiara of rhinestones.

"But Bridget," Abigail asked with a nervous laugh, "You've not laid out a gown, or any underthings."

Bridget looked down at her toes. "No ma'am. It was the Doctor's strict orders. This is all you are to wear. This and your long coat. Doctor's orders, ma'am."

Abigail looked confused and started to protest, but she realized that if this is what he wanted her to wear, than this was what she would wear.

At 8 sharp the coach pulled up outside and waited in the fog as Abigail trotted down the stairsm her coat buttoned to the throat. The coat was heavy enough so that she was not chilled,m and the satin lining felt very good against her skin, making her feel very naughty and risque.

The Doctor was waiting for her in the coach, his eyes sparkling in the darkness. The look in his gace made the color rise in her cheeks as she climbed aboard and took her place next to him.

The footman closed the door and the coach lurched forward. As soon as they cleared the gate the Doctor touched Abigail's coat with the riding crop he held in his gloved hand.

"Unbutton your coat from the waist down, Abigail." he said.

She did not hesitate to obey. As her fingers worked on the buttons, she asked, "May I ask where we're off to, darling?"

He glanced at her as he threw the skirts of her coat wide and began to run his hand over the soft warm flesh of her thighs.

"It is a party. A private party for a number of like-minded individuals. Gentleman who share similar interests."

Abigail started when his fingers touched her naked sex.

"It is to be your coming out party, my dear." he said, "Your debut."

 

[Azalea]

"It is a party. A private party for a number of like-minded individuals. Gentleman who share similar interests.......
It is to be your coming out party, my dear." he said, "Your debut."

A chill coursed through Abigail's body. Being half naked with the Doctor was one thing, but parading around dressed as she was before other men seemed a frightening prospect, almost shameful. Would he actually expect her to step out like this, to show herself this way to other gentlemen? And, more unnerving still, would he expect her to service any of them sexually? Abigail shivered with tension.

The Doctor leaned foreward and calmly planted a liss on her belly, at the beginning of her pubic hair, fondling her sex lightly as he did so. Then he sat up and added, "I trust you will behave in such a way as to bring me honor, my dear. I am counting on your absolute obedience."

"Yes, Sir," she answered in a very small, meek voice. The Doctor sat back and smiled at her, and neither said another word until their arrival.