.

Delilah stood awe struck in the doorway, she saw stuff like this before but never up close. She moved silently back into the room, and pulled the sheets around her to cover her small, petite, naked body. She walked over to a mirror and picked up a brush that was next to it and began brushing her smooth long locks . She kept remembering the scene in the room between Bella and Pierre. Tears welled up in her eyes, she loved Bella like a sister but she couldn't help but feel a bit envious. She longed so much for the gentle caresses of a man, a man that would treat like a treasure and not like some toy that he could get rid of when he grew tired of her.

At the same time she knew she would probably just get in the way so she finally decided that she would sneak out and head back to the only thing she knew. She flinched when she thought of the beating she would recieve. But she shrugged it off. She wanted Bella and Pierre to be happy and she knew she didn't just want to be a house maid. That could even be worse then being sold as a sex slave. She had no domestic skills she knew of only one thing she may be good at even though she had never known a man before.

She looked out the window and saw a rose bush growing out side. She picked to Roses and entwined them together and laid them on the pillow. She would have left a letter but she didn't know how to write very well. She tied the sheet around her body tighter the headed for the window. She climbed down, making sure to not make a sound then she thought again, ' I could run into the woods,' And with that she ran straight for the darkened forests.
 
It was early morning when Pierre woke up, slowly untangling himself from Bella, he walked over to the window. Sunrise was his favorite part of the day. The multi-hued streaks across the sky, almost a religious experience.

Once the sunrise was complete he pulled on his pants and walked into Delilah's room, to his complete surprise, she had somehow uncovered an unknown window in the room and escaped. A pair of entwined roses the only reminder she had been there.

"Isabella, she's gone... there was a hidden window. Come quick."
 
Delilah ran untill she had to sit down and rest. She came to seclued medow filed with wildflowers and grass and sat down. She knew Bella and Pierre would be waking up soon and find her gone. She wondered if she should go back and except her fate as a house maid.
 
"Michel! Michel... Delilah has run, you must find her and bring her back. She'll be beaten senseless if she is found. Quickly!"

Pierre turned back to Bella..."So lovely you are this morning."
 
"You're clothes should be ready, but we can't leave until Michel has returned with word of Delilah." His cock began hardening at the sight of her on the bed, quite noticeable, even through his pants.
 
Suddenly she heard harsh male voices closing in on her, she recognized them as the Slave Master and other handlers.

" Yes sir I saw her run this way, she can't be far, " one of the handlers said.

" well when we find her I'll make sure she'll never run away again. " The master said.

Just then the people burst into the meadow. Delilah lept to her feet and began running back toward the inn. Just as she reached the inn door a sharp pain hit her back and she crumpled to the ground.

" WAIT, DON'T LET HER DIE A VIRGIN, MEN DIG IN, " the Master hissed as Delilah laid defensless on the ground.

The men swarmed her and one by one they beat and raped her. She screamed when her virginity was finally ripped from her. One after the other they took turns plunging their huge cocks into her unwilling body. Finally for some reason her attackers ran off laughing hysterically. She felt the knife that had been plunged into her back get pulled out. When all was quiet she pulled herself up and stumbled back to the inn.

She enetered Bella and Pierre's room and stumbled her small, battered, violated, body bleeding profusly,

..B..ella...i..mmm....ss...orry..for...r.......uuunnn...i..ng..o..ff,Pierre...Bella....please forgive..m..me, she collapsed to the ground the shredded bloody sheet falling off her.
 
This new view, drove Pierre crazy, and slowly he slid his pants down, and climbed behind her. His fully erect cock, brushing against the outer lips of her cunt. He began to rub it up down her slit.
 
"Bella, are you alright, wake up." Then Pierre looked over and saw Delilah, just as Michel returned to the room. "Michel, she has returned, take her to the healers, when she has been attended to rent a horse and carriage and return to Chateau de Trudeau in Paris." He watches as Michel picks Delilah up and carries her next door to the healer.
 
Delilah opened her eyes slowly her body hurt so bad. She saw someone she didn't know and she began shaking with fright. Then the memory of what had happened to her came back and she began sobbing. She cried for what had happened and she cried because she knew that Bella and Pierre would hate her and tell her she was now on her own. She felt terrible for running and she couldn't think of a good reason.
 
"Unfortunately no Mon Cher, Delilah has been seriously wounded. I had Michel take her to the healer, to see if she could be saved. He will return to Paris when she has been tended to. With her, either way, if she does not survive, she will be given a proper Christian burial at my chapel." Pierre's now flaccid cock hung limply, "Shall we pick up your clothes and head home?"
 
Pierre dresses looking towards Isabella, "It is not your fault she ran, it is not your fault she was beaten or taken advantage of. She is with Michel now, he will not let anything happen to her. Come my dear, I have something to bestow upon you before we get your clothes."
 
He leads her out of the room, and across the dusty avenue. Next door to the Clothier is a silversmith, opening the door for her, he gives her but a single instruction. "Pick anything you desire."
 
Pierre looks on approvingly... "That is a good choice, it fits you perfectly. Come to the clothiers, and then home to Paris."
 
Pierre wraps his arms around Isabella, lifting her off the ground, and kisses her passionately. Setting her back down he leads her to his carriage, and lifts her into it. Taking the seat beside her the reins in his hands. "So, 'mon esclave' are you ready for the trip home?"
 
"Tres bien," and with that, Pierre slapped the reins against his horses backs, and they prepared for the 3 hour trip to Chateau de Trudeau. Driving through the French countryside, he asked Isabella. "So, have you ever been to Paris? I've lived there since it's founding five years ago."
 
Upon entering the home, the healer walked up to Bella and Pierre, he nodded to Pierre.

" I was able to save the girl, I didn't know if you wanted me to bring the girl here or not...but," and with that he stepped aside and Delilah came walking slowly down the stairs, she wore a long red satin gown, that went off the shoulders, showing cleavege. Her tiny wrists had small gold braclets around them. Around her neck was a black velvet choker with a blood ruby in the middle. She had on gold and ruby dangel earrings, her skin glowed aginst the fabric of the dress, and her hair was down up in ringlets with rosebuds entwined.

She got to the bottom of the stairs with her hands clasped together. She waited to see what would happen.
 
Male Character

Name: Lord Don
Age: 30
Hgt:5'9
Wgt: 167 solid
HC: Black
HL: Long
EC: Crystal Blue
SC: Pale

*Note* Best friends with Pierre

IC: Lord Don road his white horse through the country side. His friend Pierre should be arriveing back in Paris anyday now.
 
Delilah felt a bit unsure of how they were going to react. She hoped with all her heart that they would forgive her and let her stay.
 
While Pierre and Isabella rode through the French countryside they came upon a clearing, a stream could be heard. This is it, a perfect place for lunch. Bella had fallen asleep beside him on the way and he gently woke her up. "My dear, would you like to stop here for a little lunch?" he asked her, showing her the beauty that surrounded them.
 
Lord Don was getting hungry so he found a clearing and and got of his horse and tied the robe to a branch, then he sat down and ate and drank water. Feeling a bit rejuvinated he laid back against the tree trunk. It had been 10 years since he had seen his best friend Pierre, He wondered if there would be anything different in Paris, probably not. Lord Don got back on his horse and continued on towards Paris.
 
With the horses properly tied up, Pierre made sure they could get to the water. Then he laid out a blanket like thing and set up a lunch, fit for a queen. Some bread, a jug of ale, and the finest meat the town of Dijon had to offer.

"Here you go... let us eat, drink, and be merry."
 
Pierre wrapped his arms around her, in an almost reverse hug, he leaned forward a bit and nibbled on her earlobe. She had beautiful earlobes.. hell everything about her was beautiful. He slowly slid his hands up to her breasts... cupping them easily in his hands.
 
"Mmmm... Le Maitre, likes that." Pierre says as she strokes his cock, it growing hard to her touch. He begins to rub her nipples through the fabric of her gown, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger. His nibble traveling to her neck...
 
Pierre rubs each of her nipples between thumb and forefinger, feeling their hardness in his hands. He moved his hands down inside of her gown, down the front to her taught tummy. We were gonna have to get more meat on her bones, but right now he had another bone to use.
 
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