a victorian rape story

[Guest]

storyline: a victorian sexstory

hi, I'am Hans, a dutch writer of erotica, I have written
several victorian style stories, in Dutch, I'm looking
for people who want to write victorian style stories in
English.

Here's an example of a victorian storyline I wrote in dutch.
I'm keeping it very open and general, so the author can fill
in some of its own fantasy,

(Mf:nc:reluc)

time: between 1800 -1900 in Paris, London, or in the USA
during the secessionwar (the southern states).

gimmick: the beauty and the beast
the beast rapes the beauty, it is represented as if
it is not a rape, but in fact it is. An older Lord
is forcing an young lady to have sex with him,
she enjoys it but she is also hurt and confused.

setting: during an operaplay, a huntingparty, a visit to an
egyptian museum, in a railwaycarriage, a stable, a wharehouse,
a clubhouse for rowingboats, during a gardenparty in a greenhouse.

special attention to: description of the beauty of the young lady,
description of her clothes and the setting, emphasis on the good
virtue of the yong lady, emphasis on the fact that the couple is,
higher class, description of the older Lord,
important: a complot to isolate the lady from a party.

use of language: elaborated story with a lot of sexual details,
(how does the lady feels?), use of older language (ex. he is mounting her), use of juicy language (sperm, cuntjuices).

special effects: building tension: the lucious lord is spying first
on the young lady, but she is completely unaware of the spying eyes,
then there is a complot to isolate the girl from her party,
the lord is not just banging the young lady, kissing, frenchkissing, fondling with clothes on, then he undresses her completely (dress, underskirt, stockings, grandma-underpants),
description of her hairstyle (I'm a hairstylist), he forces her to suck cock, and he realy enjoys it to have sex with her, so he's building up
the tension, the girl resist verbally and often tries to push him away,
but this only increases the tension.

reactions can be send to: christalian@belgacom.net

Have fun.

 

[deliciously_naughty]

is there money involved? Why would I email it to you when I can post it here on lit and get credit for it otherwise?

 

[Monazwx]

I too am interested about the author's motivation to write a piece like this w/ or for you.

Sounds interesting, though I try to stay away from the non-consent stuff. Good luck.

 

[Guest]

sorry guys and girls, no money involved, I see my role here only as a person who gives a possible storyline
but the actual story belonges to the one who writes it,
I write erotica as a hobby not for the money, none
of my work is published, besides it's in dutch

the e-mailadress was not necesseraly, but I am not yet
a registred user so if anyone would write someting, I would
like to know how it was, so the e-mail was to notify me

 

[Guest]

I think your suggestion makes me feel okay, I is how i see it


A young women is attending a huntingparty, but she falls of her
horse. The horse runs off and the rest of the party hasn't noticed
her falling, except one horny guy. She finds herself alone in the
woods and starts walking to the castle (or whatever), as she walks
through the woods this horny old guy is following her, then she comes
to an abandoned barn (or whatever), she pulls of her boots and sits
down to rest. This old horny guy comes in the play, and starts fondling
her, first she resist a bit but then as he gets more expliciet she starts to give in, the older guy drags her to the barn, where she
gets undressed (cotton dress, silk stockings, a bodice, grandma-underpants (I particullary like the sound of that one),
the older guy and the girl ends up in the hay but first he learn her
to suck cock, first she is reluctant, but as the game continues she
starts to like it, then he starts his business,...(you know the drill)
and then while he is fucking her, a third man enters, ....
first he acts as if he concerned about the honour of the girl, but
the girl doesn't know that the third man is a friend of the older
guy having his way with her, the older guy tries to convince the girl to let the third guy enter the play so nothing would be told about their affair, ... and yes she gives in, ....

so there is some reluctance of also pleasure for the young lady

You could also make a cowboystory of it...

what do you think...

 

[Guest]

I like your idea, if you have fun with it, work it out and let me know something,..
have fun.

 

[Monazwx]

The story sounds pretty good, but where's the second guy?
Did I miss something?

 

[Guest]

... I am not yet a registred user ...[/B]

Why not register? It's free and you don't need to give many details. It helps the rest of us to know to whom we are talking.

 

[Dreieck]

Well guess what, I just got registrated.

sorry mona, the third guy is actually the second guy,
I think I gonna write a story for myself and set it to an editor, but I'm still looking
for words in english that describe victorian like hairstyles and
dresses and garments, cause in dutch it's easy for me, I know the words, but in english .... and it's not so easy to find those
words in dictionaries. So if anyone want to help me with that
you know where you can find me

 

[Guest]

... I'm still looking for words in english that describe victorian like hairstyles and dresses and garments, cause in dutch it's easy for me, I know the words, but in english .... and it's not so easy to find those words in dictionaries. So if anyone want to help me with that you know where you can find me

Three sites come to mind. Their descriptions of the items they picture will help, I'm sure.

http://victorianelegance.com/
http://www.victorianminiatures.com/
http://www.thefrock.com/

Good luck with your story.

 

[Dreieck]

Thank you for the sites, they contain interesting information..

I would like to 'decorate' my story with pictures of victorian ladies
laying in undiscreet positions,
..

No those pics are hard to find on the net, if someone has ideas,...

I've changed the storyline, ...
a young girl visists her uncle and aunt.
During a party the girl leaves with her aunt to go upstairs. She comes in the bedroom, than her aunt is lured away by her uncle, leaving the young girl alone with her uncle,....who has his way with her.

I think I gonna make a redhead of the young girl, I don't see many stories involving redheads.

 

[Guest]

... I would like to 'decorate' my story with pictures of victorian ladies laying in undiscreet positions,
..

No those pics are hard to find on the net, if someone has ideas, ...

http://www.eroticprints.org

 

[MsLinnet]

I love the idea of Victorian story and historical stories in general.

I am working on a story regarding a woman’s life in the 1940s.

This woman was working as part of the woman’s land army in the Devon area UK, just after the bombing of Exeter 1942 as she explaines, she is on a remote farm with two other women and a farmer and it goes into her experiences.

I have just started it but here is a look:

The Email.

Hi Linnet. Isn't this internet a great thing? I have recently found your web page from a hyperlink on another page and found it very enjoyable, and very exiting even at my age (78). Your story about the love of dogs reminded me of my affection to animals a long time ago.

It all happen a long time ago: before you were born. I was 18 and the year was 1942. I wanted to do something for the war effort and the chance came for me to join the WLA (Woman s Land Army). It was portrayed as glamorous but, but the truth was that the work was very hard and we were isolated from our families.

I was with two other women; Grace and April. Oh, by the way. my name is Helen. Anyway, I would love for you to write me a story based on the things that happened to me during World War II with the man that was to become my husband Thomas (87 deceased 2001).

This is part of an email I received regarding the life and times of someone called Helen, she gave me a few hints about what she and her friends got up to but this story is fiction and based on life as I think it might have been like in1942. It is written from Helen's point of view and I hope you like it.

Start of the story.

It was May 1942 and Exeter was devastated by bombings. Our house had been hit and there was not much of my life left after that night, just the odd photograph and the odd bit of jewelery that my mother had put in a tin box and buried in the back garden.

I was sent to a farm in the middle of nowhere; the nearest shop was 4 miles away and we all went there once a week to get any personal bits that we needed that the farmer wouldn t get. The other two girls, Grace and April, had been there for a month before me and had stoled into the cottage we were to share. There were two bedrooms and a kitchen and a main room with the toilet outside the back door.

If we wanted a bath, we had to go to the farm house where we were allowed to use the tub in the big kitchen.

It all started just after I had bathed in the tub. I found my self standing at the gate to the large field that Thomas had announced we had to get plowed the following day. Out in the field I could see the five farm horses running around; they looked so happy. It was a beautiful early summer night and for the walk back to our cottage I had just slipped my dress on, wrapping my knickers and bra in my towel so I could rinse them out in the sink before I went to bed. I didn t notice Thomas as he walked up the lane and when he spoke I almost jumped out of my skin. He commented on what a lovely view it was and I presumed he meant the horses in the field but I wasn t sure.

He said,"Can you drive a tractor?"

I replied,"I can drive a car,is it the same?"

"Near enough. Would you like some supper? I have a bit of ham and a bottle of beer if you would like to join me,"he said with a laugh.

I accepted and followed him back to the farm house. He pushed the door open for me and I walked into the kitchen and he followed me in. He was older than me but he was young to have a farm of this size, but as we talked he told me how he had come to own the farm and about losing his parents. As we ate I asked him, How come you aren t married?

He replied "I fantasize about animal sex while jerking off." The answer was a total shock to me, but I did ask what he meant. I didn t know where to look and I must have gone red as he told me not to worry, that he wouldn t force any of his fantasies on to anyone. But it did start us off on a conversation that kept us busy well into the night.

It was 2 am and I had not noticed how the time had flown by and nothing had prepared me for what was going to happen with the rest of the night.

Thomas moved up behind me and placed his arms around me and I could feel his cock through the material of my dress. It felt as if he was in my arse crack and pushed towards me. He was going to fuck me, I thought. I had never been so close to a man before. It had me spinning. I don t know if it was the talk of sex with animals but I felt wetter than I had ever been in my slit between my legs. I would have let him do anything to me.

But he kissed me on my cheek and said "You had better sleep here as we are up in 4 hours to look at that field." I had forgotten all about that but I knew he meant it so I followed him upstairs and he pointed to a room. "You can sleep in there. I'll wake you at 6."

As soon as my head hit the pillow I was asleep but it was also time to get up. Thomas came into the room and pulled the covers off the bed not realizing that I was naked. He seemed to be embarrassed, but not more than I was and my hands went in every direction to try to cover everything at once.

He walked of out the room and I quickly pulled my knickers and bra on and slipped into my dress and then went downstairs to where Thomas and the two girls I was supposed to be living with all sat at the table for breakfast. As I walked into the kitchen, the girls started to snigger and whisper and I knew it was about me.

I had thought about what Thomas and I had talked about all morning, and the idea of sex with an animal got my mind wondering what it would be like. Listen to me! I was thinking about sex with an animal and I had not even had sex with a man. As I drove the tractor up and down the field, I decided that I was going to fuck Thomas as soon as possible.

After lunch Grace took over the plowing while April went off to start milking the cows. Thomas told me he wanted help to take the horses over to Grace Farm. He told me he had asked the other girls, but neither of them could ride so I agreed to do it.

The ride over to Grace Farm was 3 miles and it would take most of the afternoon to get there and back, but as it was a nice day, it was going to be a change from the morning s activities.

By the time we had made our way to the other farm it was getting on for tea time and then David came out of one of the sheds "The bet, it was a #10 wasn t it?" I wondered what they were on about, so I asked. What bet? Thomas seemed to shush David, telling him to shut up as if I was not there as they talked amongst them selves. I slid off the horse and my legs felt like jelly but I took the bridles off the horses and let them go into the paddock behind the house.

As I looked at the house it looked a lot smaller than the farm I worked on; yet I saw five girls working on it. I was suddenly snapped out of my trance when Thomas came up behind me and ran his hand over my arse. As I turned around in shock, he looked me right in my eyes and said, Run your hands over the front of my trousers. I just did it and I could feel his cock and it felt like nothing I had ever felt before; it was hard as rock and thick too. I was amazed.

So Thomas, you have you been trying them out while you are alone, you lucky bastard, David said. By this time I had got the jist of what they were on about, but I played along, but I was not sure what I was doing.

We started to walk away along the lane back towards our farm and I said, You going to explain what that was all about? He said he was sorry.

He started to explain by saying, David fucks all the girls that work on his farm or they don t stay there and he thinks I am doing the same.

Well do you want to?

Want to what? he asked.

Fuck me. He looked at me then he looked around and grabbed my arm and pushed me towards a group of trees

On your knees over there, pointing to a small clearing. I got down on my knees and as we slowly got closer and closer, i pulled my dress up and he pulled my knickers off my arse and down to my knees.

I want to hump you dog style.

No! I have not been with any one before! I don t know what you are doing! Please!

You know- like a dog or a horse. I am going to put my cock in you from behind.

Before I could say anything he had got his cock in me. Well, it seemed like a horse was fucking me. He forced his manhood into my unused sex and I let out a scream like I had never screamed before. I felt the full length of his cock in my slit and he was banging my arse with all his might.

I did not know why I was doing this; letting him do this to me, making me get down like a dog and fuck me like a dog would take a bitch. He continued to plunge into my sex with each thrust. They were getting harder and harder and it felt as if his cock was going to come out of the top of my head. It started to feel good and my slit was getting wetter and wetter. Then I felt him explode inside me. I had never felt anything like this in my life! I was hoping this was going to go on forever, but not knowing much about the male sex organ I was disappointed when he slipped it out of me and I saw it shrink back to its original size.

I am going to continue this as I can’t leave it there, or can I?


Love Linnet

 

[Guest]

... I am going to continue this as I can’t leave it there, or can I? ...

Of course you can, Linnet my dear. You would love the idea of all your readers holding their breaths for the next episode and gradually turning purple-faced as the weeks went by.

 

[MsLinnet]

Of course you can, Linnet my dear. You would love the idea of all your readers holding their breaths for the next episode and gradually turning purple-faced as the weeks went by.

Hi Charm after reading you comment I have submitted the story as is. I will see what response I get as to if I continue it or not
Love always
Linnet.

PS A beating with an oily rag for you if it is not liked. lol

 

[Guest]

... PS A beating with an oily rag for you if it is not liked ...

He's stroking her moving parts, not beating them!

 

[MsLinnet]

it was you i was thinking of

 

[Guest]

it was you i was thinking of

He's stroking her moving parts, not beating them!

 

[Dreieck]

looking great linnet, guess what you've inspired me.

This is what I got till now

*********************
Lady Emily was a delicious young being, she just turned 18. She was on a holiday with her uncle and aunt. That afternoon there was a party. The manor was filled with guests. Lady Emily was talking with her aunt and the ladies that attended the Bibleclasses. Valets were bringing drinks and foods.

Now Emily was an innocent girl, not familiar with the ways of sex. She had learned to be ashamed of her body. They learned her that men could be seduced by her beauty and she had to confess every unpure thought she had. In those days young ladies belonging to the upperclass were ignorant about sex. She never learned about sex. She didn't know what a penis was or how women got pregnant.

Her uncle, Lord Melville was 54 and he knew Lady Emily since she was a child.
He was a big fat man. His hair began to turn gray. He liked to dring whiskey and smoke
sigars. His face was round and he had a double chin.
He has seen her growing up to a young woman. And he liked what he saw. While Lady Emily was talking with the acquaintances of her aunt and he couldn't let his eyes of this young lady.

She looked beautiful in her gown. She was the belle of the ball.
Her gown's bodice had a center front and was fully lined with tan polished cotton. The neckline of her gown was cut rather low and was similar to a sweetheart neckline. The material was gathered horizontally around the neckline and was accented with three material rosettes - one on each shoulder and one at the center front. The bodice was very fitted and fully boned. The short sleeves were beautiful with drapes of material falling from the shoulders. The skirt felt straight in the front and was heavily gathered in the back. The skirt had a train and bustle ties which hold the train in place. The skirt was also fully lined and had a scalloped ruffle attached to the hemline on the lining of the skirt. Over her waist she had a belt. This belt was great and fitted that tightly laced waistline. The buckle was made out of a heavy wool fabric. At her feet she hat high heeled shoes. They were pewter coloured suede. They had a button T-strap closure. Her hair was stuck up with a silver haircomb. Her uncle was wondering what kind of undergarments she had on.

Lord Melville was very conservative, he felt as if he owned his wife. He had several ranches up the north, steammills, mines, he was trading in gold and silver, he had shares in
several companies. He was a wealthy man. He could do whatever he wanted. He had a mistress and he often went to the whores. His wife knew about that, but she could not speak up for her own mind. She felt as if she belonged to him and she praised herself lucky to be lady Melville, the wife of an important man. Lord Melville was talking to Mr. Amistead, the president of the united railwaycompany. They were talking about some businessdeal. "Who's that lovely creature over there?" Mr. Amistead said. "Oh, that's my niece." "She's a real beauty". "Yes, she is."
"Looking at such a fine thing makes me really horny." Mr. Amistead said. "Yeah, I would like to pop her sherry." Lord Melville said. "No kidding, as if you would pop her." "What if I would?" Lord Melville said. "Well, you old horny bastard, if you pull it off, you gone get all of my respect." "What if I you could have your way with her?" "Well if I could have my way with her, I'm gonna give you a contract that's gonna make you even richer than you are now."
"All right, just watch me, chances are, I gonna pop her cherry this afternoon." He went away and mingled in the crowd.

He stood with his back to the older ladies and listened to what the ladies were talking about.
A lot of bullshit, but than one of the ladies said.
"Emily, your aunt had herself pictured by Danton." Danton was a wellknown painter in those days. "Oh really aunt Beth, lucky you."
"Would you like to see the painting?" aunt Beth asked. "Oh yeah, Danton is marvellous." "Come let's go upstairs, I’ll show you".

Aunt Beth went upstairs with Emily, leaving the crowded party.

"It's in the bedroom." she said as she opened the bedroomdoor. Emily entered the room and went straight to the painting of her aunt. "Oh it's marvellous, it's so realistic, look at those colours." Emily got really enthusiast about the painting.
Meanwhile her uncle left the party and went upstairs. He was listening at the bedroomdoor.
He came in and said to his wife "Ah, Beth there you are, lady Amisdale was looking for you, she wants to know all about the new plants in the greenhouse, darling." "Oh, but of course, I knew she would ask." Aunt Beth left the bedroom. As she did, the lord closed the door and locked it. Emily was still talking about the painting and he faked some interest. But his real interest went to the young women in front of him.

She had long reddish brown hair that was curled. Her hair was done in a ponytail and put up. Her fine locks of hair were like a waterfall. If she moved her head, her locks of hair curled up.
She had the cutest young innocent looking face sprinkled with just a tiny brown spot about an inch under her lips. Her facial beauty was accented even more by her 36" well developed firm breasts under her long dress. Her small 6'5" frame was already developing nicely with perfectly curved hips. And her legs were a work of art all the way from her feet up to her tight compact rear end.

She wore a blue cotton dress than feld over her young lucious body. Around her neck she had a neckcollar made of blue satin. A corset was pushing her firm breasts up. Emily was a busty girl.
The collar of her gown was stitched with white lace. As he came closer to her, he could see how the sun glansed over her lovely face. She had lightgreen innocent eyes, her skin was white and her lips were darkpink. He smelled her lovely perfume. Around her neck she had a blue satin neckcolar.


He was coming closer behind her. Lord Melville was very fat. He weighted over 100 ponds. As he neared her his breath was getting heavier. "Emily, you are such a beautiful girl, someone ought to paint you" said the lord. He laid his hands on her fine waist.
Emily startled when she felt his hands around her youghtful waist. He tightened his grip on her and forced her to turn around, so she faced him. He laid his hand on her cheek and said
"you have become quite a lady you know", Emily was surprised by his touch, she put her hand on top of his and looked a little bit confused as he continued to touch her cheek. She looked at him and smiled.
First he touched her cheek then he lowered his hand to her neck and finally he put his hand against her breast. Young Emily was confused by his touch and looked down to see how his big fat hand touched her breast through the silk of her dress. As she did, he grasped her fine figure and pulled her fine body against his fat body. In doing so, the young girl was pushed towards him and she put her small hands against his chest. With one hand he continued
fondling her breast in a more specific way. "I bet some boys have touched your breasts ,hé, did you like it." "Oh no, nobody has ever touched me there." He leaned his head towards Emily and started to kiss her in the neck. By the touch of his lips, Emily shivered. "what are you doing" she said in a scared way, "Oooh, now, please don't, stop it". She tried to push him away, but her hands only pushed in his fat, and all her efforts to push him away rested in vain.
"Come on, Emily, don't the boys have kissed you before". "No they didn't" she said as she tried to push her uncle away from her. He felt her body moving against his body, trying to escape his grip.

At this time Emily was very confused as she felt her breasts stiffening under the firm and forceful touch of her uncle. He felt her nipples rising as he continued fondling her an kissing her in the neck. He noticed how she was aroused, her mouth was open and she was silently moaning, her breasts went up and down in a faster rate. At this time lord Melville began unbuttoning her dress. He was nervous and fumbled a lot with the buttons, but he succeeded to unbutton the front of her dress. Her uncle kept handling her, touching her breasts, kissing her neck and cheeks. Emily felt a sexual intensity building within her. Young Emily was so shy. She just let him handle her. She was not aware she was fallen in the hands of a depraved man.

“Why don’t you show your uncle your breasts, Emily.” “Oh no, I can’t do that.” She said.
“Oh come on, Emily, don’t be shy.”
He pushed her young innocent body in a violent way against the wall and pulled the front of her dress open. Now he had a better look on her firm breasts. Her nipples were covered by a silk corset. The corset has a center front opening and laces in the back. He started to open her corset. He looked her in her angelface and enjoyed her startled look, her lips were opened and she was breathing fast. Between her opened darkpink lips he could see the top of her tongue. As he was opening the fine laces of her corset, she turned her innocent face away from him.

"What are you doing." "Ooh, .. Please stop!" But her uncle didn't stop, he continued his game. He untied the laces of her corset.



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There may be some grammar and spelling mistakes, please inform me,

What to you think, is this builing up the tension ....

love to have some comments

 

[MsLinnet]

There is no way I would criticise. I love it and the story (Giggle)

Love lin

 

[Guest]

I will protect you Negro lover.

 

[Guest]

... This is what I got till now ...

Good start. it reads quite convincingly and should build up to a good story.

... There may be some grammar and spelling mistakes, please inform me ...

I did that by PM, please don't get angry with me because I didn't fill it with praise.

 

[MsLinnet]

I will protect you Negro lover.

If you have something interesting to say then say it if not stick you dick in your mouth cock sucker instaid of an arse hole

 

[Dreieck]

thanks for your help

I'm now looking for words for vagina and penis, that were used a century back to give the story a more victorian touch.

 

[MsLinnet]

thanks for your help

I'm now looking for words for vagina and penis, that were used a century back to give the story a more victorian touch.

sorry i carnt help