A Victorian Tale

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The Victorian age stretched from the 1830’s to the dawning of the 2oth century. A time now remembered for the births industrial revolution, and of the British Empire. A time where family values and deep pity where the norm. The truth is quite the opposite. It was the time of Lord Byron, the Hellfire club, of casual sexual lesions carried out in strict social patterns. A time where the worst fate to befall a family was to fall from social grace and join the ranks of debtors. Far from being a time of family values it was a time where anything or anyone would be readily sacrificed for the families fortunes be it wife son or in most cases daughters. An arranged marriage for prestige and fortune was the norm. Yet there where darker arrangements if one’s family had fallen to far into debt.


Samantha Cunningham had lived a life of leisure and privilege, had attended a seminary for young women, and was accomplished in the maidenly arts. She was a chaste young woman who was know for her beauty, wit and a touch of an out spoken temper, a fact that on more than one occasion had caused a suitable match to come to nothing. At nineteen the prospects for such a match was remote in a time when most young ladies where married when they turned sixteen. Colonel Cunningham an adventure and a fop spent his time and the family’s small fortune at the gaming tables of London and of late fortune had not smiled on him and in fact he was deeply in debt and his creditors where beginning to hound him. In consort with his wife the decision was made to sell Samantha.

Such matters had to be handled with certain discretion, for though the practice was more common than would otherwise be expected, it had to be done in secrecy. As the Colonel staved off his creditors with paltry payments, agents where brought to his home to inspect the goods. A buyer finally approached the Colonel offering the princely sum of 1,000 pounds for his chaste young daughter, with instructions of where the transfer of property would take place.

The 1st of May dawned bright and sunny the light spring breeze was refreshing after the long gloomy London winter. The streets where bustling the vendors calling out the commerce of the great city. Samantha Cunningham and her mother strolled the streets of the city, the young girl’s eyes dancing at the goods from foreign lands, little did she realize that they where working their way towards the docks along the Themes and that the neighborhood had taken on a most disreputable character. Suddenly their way was blocked by two roughens who grabbed the young beauty, her scream filled the air as her mother turned and walked away. The goods delivered she hurried home for tea.

Samantha Cunningham life of privilege and leisure where over. Her new life was about to dawn as she was hustled to a waiting ship and below decks where she joined other young women who where bound for a life of service.

 

[Elayne]

Samantha

Samantha walked alongside her mother, hands demurely folded in the pleats of her long crinoline skirt, breathing a touch shallowly in the corset that cinched her waist to perfection.

"So what business venture of Father's called him away, Mother?" Samantha asked politely.

Her mother looked at Samantha briefly, then down at the ground before quickly say "Look at those lovely silks. From India, I believe."

Samantha looked over the at the silk. Chinese, more likely. "Mother, don't change..."

At that moment, two young hoods stepped out of one of the nearby alleys. Both had grimey faces and hands, like they had been working the docks, and ropey muscles on their arms. One had the sleeves of his sweaty shirt rolled up to reveal a mass of scars along his arm, like a brawler or roughhouse.

Samantha halted immediately. This close to the Thames and near the docks, the streets could be rough. Her mother and she had strayed too far. "We should go back, Mother."

Samantha's Mother however, seemed frozen, standing stock still like a deer facing a leopard as the two burly men approach.

"Evening miss," one muttered in a semblance of politeness, tugging his forelock. A tall fellow, two inchs short of six feet, the same as Samantha herself.

The other fellow, a shorter swarthier man stopped in front of the two women as his taller companion slipped around. Samantha stepped to one side, letting the thug pass quickly, pulling her skirts away so as to not brush him.

"Ma'am, do ya ken wair Thurton Way is?" the shorter fellow asked Samantha with a touch of irish brogue.

"It's back that way," the tall girl replied politely, her own accent the cool and crisp tone of an educated Londoner.

The swarthy man nodded and opened his mouth as if to say something more. Whatever he meant to say was cut off however, as his tall comrade, who had taken the opportunity of the distraction to slip behind Samantha, suddenly wrapped his arms around her slender waist, pinning her arms to her sides, and heaving her off the ground in a painful grip.

Samantha shrieked in shock and outrage, kicking frantically. The tall man however paid her no mind. "Grab her legs," he grunted to his swarthy Irish friend, for all the world like she was a package they were carting along the docks.

The shorter man seized Samantha's flailing ankles nimble, pulling them together and beginning to walk backwards with her suspended between the two men. Samantha was a long legged girl, with slender thighs toned by several years of ballet practice in finishing school.. but no matter how she kicked or twisted, she could not dislodge the powerful grip of a man who's muscles were built by years on the docks and dozens of fights in the alleys of London.

"Mother!" Samantha screamed sharply, the sharp inhalation causing spots to swim before her eyes as the whale bone bodice restricted her chest and the tightly cinched corset pressed on her belly.

Her mother however, turned and hurried away. Fetching the police, Samantha thought frantically. But her mother's steps were not the running pace of someone rushing to find a Bobby. They were the hurried steps of someone heading home to forget an unpleasant situation.

The two dock workers carried the struggling girl along. Samantha kicked and writhed, tossing her head so frantically her shawl fell away, long golden blonde hair spilling out and draping down towards the cobblestones of the street.

The two men paid it no mind as the hauled her towards the side docks along the Thames, where boats that wanted to avoid customs slipped in and out.

Samantha was carted up the gangplank of a dark hulled ship.. No name was painted on the side, but the figure head on the prow was a nude woman in chains. "Let me go!" Samantha cried frantically, kicking out furiously.

The Irish rogue laughed dimly. "I kin the Cap'in wants te see yew, lass."

 

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Cunningham’s abduction had proceeded with few if any problems. True a few eyebrows lifted as the struggling young beauty was quickly hustled though the alleyways of Lime House. The quarter’s prostitutes look on indifferently, there was no rush of men from the ale houses, or the opium dens it simply was not their business to interfere with the commerce of the district and his unknown girl was not worth a broke skull.

As the two sailors wrestled the struggling girl up the brow the Patty O’Brien quipped

“"I kin the Cap'in wants te see yew, lass. It’s a spirited lass yew are me girl.”

Logan Rogers just grinned at his mate. Miss Cunningham soon found herself in the presence of Captain Joshua Withers his cold gray eyes quickly evaluating her youthful form, the fear in her soft pale eyes. Her manner of dress bespoke her privileged background, the fire in those soft pale eyes bespoke of her outrage at her unspeakable treatment, this one could be trouble. He set his jaw his hands clasped behind his back.

“Miss Cunningham your former life has come to an end the sooner you accept this simple truth the easier your life will become.

Wither was not a man to mince words, nor was he a man to tolerate insubordination.

“You have been bought and sold and I am tasked with your delivery to your new Master Miss Cunningham. Your virtue such as it is, is quite safe for there is a penalty for the delivery of damaged goods.”

Captain Joshua Withers ran his fingers through the young beauty’s silken golden tresses to punctuate his statement as Samantha instinctively shied away. Writher’s fingers cruelly entwined in those lustrous golden locks as he drew the young girl’s face to with a breath of his own.

“I trust I make myself clear Miss Cunningham.”

Turning to O’Brien and Logan he barked his orders.

“Take her below with the others and tell Mr. Leech to make sail I intend to catch the tide.”

The young blond beauty was unceremoniously ushered below deck to be thrown sprawling into the ships hole with several other young ladies of quality that had met the same fate as Samantha.

The ship gently rolled as the vessel was freed from the its captivity to take to the Themes and the open sea. With each passing hour Samantha Cunningham was borne away from the life she had known to an unknown future that she hardly could imagine but all too soon would become frightening real.

 

[Elayne]

Samantha

Samantha's cries and struggles went unnoticed in this rough part of London where seemingly anything could happen without shocking the residents.

The tall Englishwoman soon found herself yanked before a cold eyed man. Though dressed somewhat finer then the thugs who had seized her, he had an air of unsavouriness to him, like all the lights in the room dimmed for his presence. His grey eyes swept over her high round breasts and slender waist with a daring that no true gentleman would show.

“You have been bought and sold and I am tasked with your delivery to your new Master Miss Cunningham. Your virtue such as it is, is quite safe for there is a penalty for the delivery of damaged goods,” the man said, and Samantha flushed furiously, that he would dare imply that her virtue was even remotedly accessible to his band of scruffy pirates.

Then her mind drifted over his words that she had been bought and sold, scarely understanding them. "Are you mad?! Slaving is illegal in Britain! The Queen shall have all your heads for London Bridge for this outrage!"

The man didn't respond. Instead, he reached out and wrapped his fingers in her thick, golden blonde sweep of silky hair. She flinched back, but he seized her roughly and dragged her close to his cruel face.

“I trust I make myself clear Miss Cunningham.”

With that, the two sailors from before seized her again, yanking her up off her feet and dragging her to the thick oak door of the cargo hold.

"This is madness!" Samantha cried furiously, pale blue eyes flashing with outrage and shock. "Unhand me, I say! Unhand me immediately if you expect to receive any ransom from my father!"

The sailors did not unhand her. Instead, one pulled open the heavy oak cargo door and the other dumped her inside, like she were a sack of oats.

Samantha gasped sharply as her round rump landed on the wooden planking of the hold, the soft crinoline of her skirts and petticoats pressed around her legs in white ruffles absorbing the shock, but not the indignity. She quickly scrambled to her feet, with as much grace as she could muster in her binding clothes and rushed to the cargo hold door.

The pounded her hand on the door, but to no avail. The heavy wood didn't budge and the only sound to be heard was the click of a massive lock.

"Release me!" she cried in fear and anger, pounding the door again.

A moment passed with no response and no sign of the door opening. Samantha was panting sharply with the upsets she had suffered, her breasts bobbing over the pressure of the corset. Spots once more danced before her eyes.

I must regain my composure, she thought to herself, and catch my breath.

Samantha forced her breathing to still to ladylike, shallow even breaths. She hitched her skirts, brushing them out with her slender hands, shaking the dust of the floor of them. She ran her hands up the confining corset that surrounded her perfect waist, wishing she could loosen it to let some air in, but of course a lady would not unlace herself while captive of these pirates. Gathering her thick spill of golden hair up from where it fell to below her waist, piling it on top her head in a graceful, elegant twist, wrapping her shawl back in place.

As she did so, she became aware of sniffling behind her. Turning sharply to face castigate this new challenge, her pale blue eyes slowly adjusting to the dimmer lights of the hold.

Samantha spun and was shocked to find that she was not alone in the hold. A dozen other women filled the small hold. Most were young, about Samantha's own age, but one was noticeably younger, and several were perhaps five or six years older, young widows perhaps.

To her horror, Samantha realized she was facing a crop of London's finest young gentlewomen. The pretty, waif thin and doe eyed blonde curled in the corner and filling the hold with unladylike snivelling Samantha thought she vaguely recognized from her finishing school, and another, pale skinned, raven haired beauty eyed Samantha with a proud fury despite a noticeable bruise on her face that suggested she had fought her own kidnapping furiously. One pretty brunette with curly hair wore a Scotswoman's tartan and another had the mixture of shocking red hair, freckles and a round faced voluptousness that was distinctly Irish.

It's like someone plucked lovely young women of good breeding from across the Isles, Samantha thought to herself with a mixture of shock and horror as she looked over the dazed and confused faces of her fellow captives.

Just then, the ship shook and tilted slightly. She could hear muffled cries from the deck outside and the loud creak of timbers as the ship cast off.

My ransom, the pretty Englishwoman thought to herself, they're leaving without collecting my ransom and releasing me!

The rolling motion of the ship sent a wave of nausea threw Samantha as she realized with horror that she was being carried away from London to Lord only knows where.

 

[cgraven]

Samantha Cunningham found herself in a position that nothing in her young life had prepared her for. Oh yes there where stories of shop girls that disappeared, attractive girls of the lower classes forced into a life of prostitution, and whispered stories of scandalous clubs that gentlemen of quality attended. But these things did not befall to ladies of quality. Yet here she was in the hole of a ship surrounded by other young ladies of a genteel nature.

Though the ships hold held none of the amenities of a lady’s boudoir, there where bed of a kind, simple pallets with an adequate mattress, along side the bulkhead to one side, a crude table in the center with benches to either side, disturbingly reminiscent of St Hollingsworth, the seminary for young ladies she had attended. There was a screened off bucket for the baser necessities of life and a stand which held a copper bucket set in it for washing. The most shocking revelation was that at the foot of each sleeping pallet there was a small trunk each bearing the name of a girl and one held a brass plaque that simply read. Miss Samantha Cunningham Hinsdale House London.

Their journey into the unknown took on a familiar routine. There where three meals a day nourishing even if simple and lacking in culinary imagination. Hot washing water was supplied each morning and evening and once a day singly they where allowed on deck for a breath of fresh air, always under heavy guard. Not a soul an board the wretched vessel spoke to them as if they did not exist. The only recognition was the leering stares of the seamen and a snickered whisper as they pointed at Samantha when she was on deck.

A week perhaps a little more had passed when one morning the ever present roll of the ship under sail was absent and a babble of foreign voices could be dimly heard. The now familiar click of the oaken doors lock sounded ominously, it creaked open Patty O’Brien and Logan Rogers entered backed by two men with muskets. They walked directly to the pretty, waif thin, doe eyed blonde that had been curled in the corner and sniveled so unladylike on that first dreadful day. She shrank back from the men her pitiful sniveling again filled the hole as they dragged her out. Several minutes later they returned for red hair, freckled face Irish beauty. O’Brien and Rogers had not taken their trunks.

Samantha Cunningham voyage now took on a even more darker aspect as the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months as periodically the ship would pull into port, and another of the girls would be taken. The next was the pretty brunette with curly hair who had worn a Scotswoman's tartan.

 

[Elayne]

Samantha Coleman

The women in the hold developed a simple custom of leaving each other alone. Talking to each other leaded to unpleasant questions about how they came to be here and where they might be going.

For the most part in shock, Samantha felt almost as if in a haze or an extended nightmare, washing herself with the eyes of the others politely averted, or politely averting her eyes from the others.

On their first port call, two of the women were taken from the hold and dragged off to a fate unknown. Samantha listened to the sounds of the foreign languages, trying to puzzle out where they might be. A week from London, she reasoned, perhaps North Africa?

When the crew let her up on deck for air, she looked around for landmarks, but she was brought up during the days when no stars were about, and the ship seldom strayed close to land.

The meals were bland and tasteless and felt like ash in her mouth as every day at sea took Samantha away from the civilized realities of London into this barbaric nightmare.

Weeks slipped away as the ship rolled through the seas, till the port call where the lovely Scotswoman was dragged out of the hold never to return. The only thing Samantha had learned about her was that her name was Katherine and she was indeed Scottish.

Samantha tried to reason what port they might be in, but realized she had no clue. Africa? The Middle East? It could be either or neither.

As the time at sail began to wear on into a grey mesh of days blurring into each other, it grew worse. Locked in the hold, time was difficult to tell. The only pleasure to look forward to was the brief respite of the trips above deck.

Even that pleasure was diminshed by the leers to the sailors who felt no shame. The one rogue even gave her a slap on the behind to chivvy her below decks, like she was a common wench sent to fetch wine. What was worse was that she had no choice but to go, with two musketmen following her.

Her companions in the hold grew increasingly silent and morose. Samantha however, refused to concede. I will not let them break my spirit with mere captivity, she vowed to herself. I'll find away to escape this.

 

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Samantha Cunningham’s last companion on the voyage was taken when the ship pulled into a port where Hindu and Portuguese could plainly be heard from the docks. The firry brunette did not go quietly she kicked screamed and clawed at the sailors till a vicious back hand from Rogers felled her to the deck.

For God’s sake Samantha help me.

But what could two slips of a girl do against the armed seamen. A thin crimson line at the corner of brunette’s mouth marred the pale perfection of her skin. O’Brien quickly bond the young beauty’s wrist behind her, looped a coil of hemp around her deck as they dragged her from the hole, all the fight gone from her as she was led like a lamb to the slaughter.

Samantha was truly along now many thousands of miles from her home at Hinsdale House London, the last of her companions gone now The ship had been at sea now for three months or more, the pointing of the sailors now gave way to lewd comments as they openly evaluated Samantha Cunningham’s charms.

Mate look at that firm little stern, wouldn’t yee just love to sounds its depths……..Nay mate I’d rather have me cutter forging ahead down her sweet little throat and tem soft lips bowed around it till I blew like a whale broaching.

Captain Joshua Withers’s voice cut through the air in a deep voice that could be heard over a full gale.

“Mind your tongues lads for there is no profit in delivering damaged goods.”

The loneliness of Samantha’s isolation was becoming oppressive. There was not one human soul she could speak with in the solitude of the ships hole. Things did change slightly as now the isolated young beauty was allowed on deck more often. She was no longer confined to the waist of the ship but now had the freedom of the quarter deck, the exalted domain of Captain Joshua Withers and the ships officers. Given the circumstances it was s better than being under the consent gaze of the crew down in the waist. Yet never was she out from under the constant guard of O’Brien and Rogers who where the second and third officers of the slaver.

It was a calm morning when the ship dropped anchor off the Northern coast of China. A small steam pram huffed and puffed its way from shore to come along side of the slaver to be made fast. An elderly man came aboard dressed in the fashion of the Mandarins his eyes traveled boldly up and down Samantha’s supple body taking in her slender wasp waist, the sensual swell of her hips, the young beauty’s firm breasts, and her pale skin and golden tresses. An inscrutable smile creased his lips.

“ You have out done yourself Captain Withers I find the merchandise quite acceptable.”

The man spoke with a perfect Oxford accent.

“Shall we go below and settle accounts while the goods are lowered to the pram.”

O’Brien and Rogers clapped a pair of manacles on Samantha’s dainty wrists, and leg irons around her trim ankles. The finally indignity was when they placed a collar and lead around her slender neck and hand her lowered to the steam pram as if she where as sack of grain. In a few moments she was joined by the agent that had paid for her delivery and the steam pram cast off to chug back to the shore.

 

[Elayne]

Samantha Coleman

Samantha was miserable after her last companion was dragged off the ship, lead like a lamb with a rope around her neck.

The voices she heard from above were Indian, she was sure. Queen Victoria was Emperess of India as well and she had heard some of her father's Indian guests speak their language.

I'm in India, she thought to herself, trying to mentally calculate how far she was from London. If I can slip of the ship and find an English factor, they'd return me to London in a heart beat.

But the guard at the door herded her back into the hold and soon the ship was at sea once more.

As the last woman aboard, she quickly came to dread her daily trips above deck. The sailors had no one else to turn their attentions on and their lewd comments about her shape and attributes nearly drove her to distraction, as if she were not a woman of quality.

The Captain was uncharacteristically generous in allowing her on to the quarter deck, which eased her days somewhat in the relative solitude. She could look down on the sailors, as was proper. The second and third officer showed more interest in each other than they showed in any woman and the Captain was always occupied with the ship.

Finally, the day came that the ship docked in a far, exotic port. Samantha felt a sense of dread. No other woman was aboard.. that meant her time had come.

The two rogues who called themselves officers pulled open the hold door and seized her by her arms. She resist at first, pulling back frantically, till one raised his hand threatening. It wouldn't do her any good to get slapped senseless.

They pulled her bodily to face an Elderly Chinese man.. he eyed her with a solemn face school to blankness.. But his eyes gazed at her full breasts, her slender waist, travelling down her body appraisingly. Samantha shuddered in horror. Surely they couldn't seriously be considering handing her over to this old man? He wasn't even European.

Samantha was shocked when the man spoke to the Captain in a cultivated tone, flawless English.

“ You have out done yourself Captain Withers I find the merchandise quite acceptable.”

Samantha opened her mouth to protest, but before she could form the words, the Irishman pulled her over to the side of the vessel. She had noticed that each woman before her had been taken off the vessel in an increasingly humiliating fashion. The original pair had been herded of almost gentle. The last girl had been slapped almost senseless and yanked out on a rope leash. Samantha feared what might happen to her.

The Irishman, Paddy, grabbed her slender wrists, yanking her arms out and clapping a pair of manacles around her wrists, heavy cold steel the weighed on her arms uncomfortable. Samantha screwed her light blue eyes closed in humilation, as the man bound her like a common pickpocket for court.

Her blue eyes popped back open however, and a horrified squeak escaped her as Rogers, the taller rogue, knelt and pulled up her skirt and her petticoats to bare her ankles, slender and graceful as a dancer's. Samantha shook frantically, pulling back, but Paddy pushed her down on the rail, holding her in place firmly as Rogers grabbed her feet and clicked home a set of heavy leg irons. I'll not be able to take a step in those! Samantha thought in horror, almost ready to abandon dignity and scream in fear and frustration.

But her humiliation was not complete it seemed. Rogers dug around his tarp sack for something else. Samantha glared at him furiously, cheeks flushed pink with shame, but resolved to face whatever else he dared with English pride.

The man straightened, cold steel in his hands. O'Brien pulled her thick golden hair off her neck and Rogers straightened, sliding a wide steel band around her swanlike neck. Samantha's lower lip trembled in dismay, but she resolved not to wail or show weakness before these scoundrels. The heavy collar clicked home around her slender neck. How dare they, she thought fleeting, trying to summon anger to ward off her fear. How dare they bind me like I'm a mere ox or cattle!

But Rogers was not yet done. He pulled from his pocket a thick leather leash. Samantha's big blue eyes widen in horror, thinking back to the rope that the last girl had suffered. And sure enough, Rogers raised the steel end of the leash to the ring at the front of her own collar, attaching it with a metallic snap.

Samantha's resolve snapped as she struggled to suppress a sob, gasping for air in a breath that caught in her corset, nearly sending her into a faint. She barely felt Rogers tug the leash, making her hop forward with her bound legs, hop forward where O'Brien caught her ankles and swept her up, horizontally, and the two men lowered her over the side to the waiting hands of a pair of Chinese in the pram below.

Blue eyes shining with unshed tears as Samantha found herself dropped unceremoniously on the prow of the pram, like a forgotten sack of suet as the boat travelled back to shore.

 

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Mr. Lou Chin watch as the young blond English woman was lower over the ships rail to the waiting hands of the coolies. She was chained like a slave complete to the iron collar around her slender neck.

Welcome to China Miss Cunningham, I fear your life of superior privilege is over.

Again the impeccable Oxford accent, form the elderly Chinaman, a striking contrast to his Mandarin dress and his beastly treatment of the young golden haired beauty. Despite the shimmering tears in the girl’s soft blue eyes she kept up the facade of the British stiff upper lip.

Lower your eyes Miss Cunningham one in your position does not look her betters in the eyes.

Though Lou Chin never raised his voice above a mild conversational tone there was iron in his voice that left no doubt that he was a man who expected to be obeyed with out question. He looked at one coolie and pulled a pistol from under his robes leveled it and shot the man.

The insolent reach looked me in the eyes.

Chin returned the pistol he had made his point.

They traveled for three days till they reached a richly appointed citadel high above the river on which they traveled. The courtyard was stunning in its simple beauty, the furnishings of the main hall where lavish, yet Samantha Cunningham could hardly appreciate them as Lou Chin lead in on her leash, chained as she was.

Keep your eyes down girl unless the master tells you to raise them.

He moved behind Samantha and his hands pressed down on her shoulders.

Kneel

Came his whispered command at her ear.

 

[Elayne]

Samantha whimpered as the coolies hefted her, carrying her out of the boat suspended between them and then lowered her in a rickshaw.

One of the men looked up at the elderly man as he approach.

" Welcome to China Miss Cunningham, I fear your life of superior privilege is over."

Tossing her head, giving the man a defiant look of hatred and scathing contempt. She was an Englishwoman, free and proud and she would not be reduced and treated like an animal by this uncultured savage from the Far East.

"Lower your eyes Miss Cunningham one in your position does not look her betters in the eyes."

Samantha's soft lips twisted in a sneer of contempt. She was no lesser to this insolent old man. She shied back only a little as he pulled a pistol from his belt. But she could not help but shriek in shock as the old man spun and shot a coolie for no apparent reason.

"The insolent reach looked me in the eyes." the man explain with a even expression for all the world as if he was serious.

Samantha looked down at her crinoline, flecked in blood from the shot man. Her blue eyes were wide with horror as she stared at the body of the slain man. What kind of man slew his own employee for no reason but to prove a point? Why did the other coolies not tear the old man apart for his crime?

Samantha could scarely believe the act, monstrous and cruel for no reason.

But no other Chinese on the dock reacted. The others simply continued about their way, stepping around the dead man as if he was nothing but a puddle. A puddle of blood, Samantha thought wildly.

The remaining coolie ushered her into the rickshaw and she found herself bouncing along as the contraptrion rolled out of town, heading north to a small mountainous estate.

The countryside was bizarre. Instead of fields, there were marshy paddies of thick rice. Instead of sturdy yeomen working ploughs or checking crops, women clad in scant tunics that left legs bared plucked rice from stems taller than a man. And all along the roadside, peasants bowed deeply towards the paired rickshaws that sped her and Chin along.

There seemed to be no cattle about, nor horses. All she saw were oxen, though she could have sworn on the second day she saw a yoked woman toiling in a field. She blinked in disbelief, and the woman was gone from sight, a frightened fancy of her troubled situation. There were no rich orchards or rumbling wagons carrying ore to smelt for the factories. One village they passed instead had the steady click of people working silk looms.

She was not permitted release of her bonds during the voice, though she managed to toss the hated leash, symbol of her captivity, over her shoulders, making it no more than an accessory. That made her felt better. However, as the bouncing rickshaw sped along, her rump grew sore from the jostling, even through her skirts and petticoats, and her wrists grew bruised from the weight of the manacles. She didn't dare speculate on the state of her formerly lovely and graceful ankles as she worked her toes to restore circulation.

On the third day, the reached a rich citadel, or perhaps in a pagoda?, with bright red interlocking tiles and painted lattice along the white marble walls. The rickshaws approached the painted gates which opened.

The rickshaws stopped inside, before a massive fountain that centerpieced a lavish garden. Clearly, whomever lived here was a man of significant wealth and power. Samantha scarely noticed as the old man reached in and seized her hated collar, pulling her leash, unwrapping it, forcefully reminding her of it's prescence.

The old man tugged her along, like an animal for market, or perhaps a disobedient pet that might bite a passerby. Hobbled as her feet were, she stumbled and hopped, trying to keep up with the surprisingly spry old man, whilst maintaining as much of her dignity as she could.

The hall he led her into was rich, but she could scarely see it through her embarrasment and fury.

'Keep your eyes down girl unless the master tells you to raise them.' the old agent murmured to her and she sullenly complied. Lowering her eyes was a blow to her pride, but in a land where people were shot at random for such things, she swallowed her pride, nursing her wounded spirit.

The old man slipped behind her, the collar twisting slightly, chafing at her slender, pale neck.

"Kneel", he commanded her. Never, she thought to herself, back stiffening as she thought some things she would never stoop to.

Her knees, cramped from days in the rickshaw and the weight of the chains, began to tremble slightly and at that moment the old man pushed down on her shoulders. Samantha felt her long, slender legs give and begin to fold, despite her desires to the contrary.

She sank down to her knees, soft petticoats whispering around her thighs and shins, skirt gracefullly falling across her knees and thighs, full lips twisted into a petulant pout of sullen defiance, but keeping her tilted, big blue eyes lowered.

 

[cgraven]

General Lee Winn.

General Lee Winn was the war lord of Hunan province as was his father and his father’s father for countless generations. He was the magistrate, military commander; representative of the emperor, and his word was law. The emperor may rule Beijing but the provinces where ruled by war lords like Lee Winn.

Winn had watched as a youth the ever increasing influence of the Europeans in the port cities and coastal trading centers, their manufactured goods they took such pride in and like most Chinese he was not impressed with their goods, or their culture. They offered nothing that China wanted nothing except the opium the British imported from India. The horror the of the trade devastated China and by imperial decree the opium trade was outlawed. Britain’s answer was a naval squadron and the Opium Wars that wrung trading and colonial concession from Beijing. Honk Kong and Shanghai became British colonies where the Chinese had no rights, Britain’s missionaries swarmed over the countryside like locus offering rice if the people sold themselves to the foreign god. Lee Winn’s father knew to defeat an enemy you must first under stand him and how he thought. Lee was schooled in their barbaric language and sent to Oxford to study their ways. At Oxford he and Lou Chin suffered all kinds of indignities and his hatred for the English grew. Lee learned how the English fought, the use of their weapons and he learned well. His soldiers where equipped with modern weapons and had proved to be more that a match for the hated foreign devils when he drove the missionaries from Hunan.

Lee Winn was in his 50th year strong and proud. He was not what most westerns thought of as typically Chinese he stood well over six feet, his build was powerful after years of wars, his dark brown eyes pricing as if they could look through a persons very soul and his hair was jet black with a shimmer raven’s wing blue sheen touched at the temples with a trace of sliver. He watched impassively as Lou Chin lead in his latest accession from England, a smile briefly creased his lips as the golden haired beauty was forced to kneel before him, her head bowed. Slowly he walked towards the girl till his slippered feet came into her view.

“Remove the chains Lu Chin.”

Lu Chin drew Samantha to her feet and whispered in her ear.

Keep your eyes lowered girl

The manacles dropped from the young beauty’s wrists Lu delighted as he raised the helm of Samantha Cunningham’s skirts higher than necessary to reveil the turn of her trim ankles and the sensual curve of her calves as he removed the young golden haired beauty’s leg irons, before taking a position behind her again.

Lee enjoyed the blush that colored Samantha’s cheeks, then set his face in an unreadable mask as he returned to the dais and took his seat.

“ Disrobe Miss Cunningham I wish to inspect you”

 

[Elayne]

Samantha kept her blue eyes lowered, till the slippers came into few. She looked up slightly, but the man was tall, perhaps even taller than she, which was rare even in London.

The slender girl suppressed a whimper as Lu Chin pulled her to her feet, her knees still wobbly, but this time she forced her legs to stiffness. She could not suppress the small whimper that escaped her as the older man yanked up her skirts and petticoats, revealing her graceful ankles and well toned calves. Still she was content as the man removed the hobbling leg irons.

"Disrobe Miss Cunningham I wish to inspect you”

Samantha's head jerked as if struck, a furious blush racing across her cheek and even her neck as she resolutely shook her head, golden hair swaying along her spine. She would not simply remove her dress for the amusement of this slaving monster.

 

[cgraven]

Lee Winn watched the scene unfold with satisfaction the pitiful little whimper of acute discomfort as Lu Chin bared the stunning blonde’s legs, to remove the leg irons the shock and dismay as his command to disrobe struck Samantha Cunningham like a physical blow her flawless ivory cheeks blushing crimson as she defiantly shook her head in denial, her long golden tresses shimmering in the muted sunlight of the hall. The girl was tall statuesque, her waist wasp like, her bosom firm and softly rounded, and her pale blue eyes scream their indignation at such treatment by a barbaric heathen.

“ Miss Cunningham you are no longer in England, you are in China. You have no rights, no position, no status other than that of a slave. Your only duty my proud young beauty is to obey your master.”

Lee Winn’s voice was deceptively calm, its rich deep tones, and stating Samantha’s situation stingily.

“You have three choices the first is to obey.”

Lee paused a moment.

“The second is to be stripped by Lu Chin a task I am quite sure he would enjoy but you would not Miss Cunningham.”

Again Lee paused letting the meaning of his words sink in.

“The third is that I may punish you till you comply, if I chose, an alternative I am quite sure you would not enjoy.”

Lee Winn’s dark eyes held the golden beauty’s pale blue eyes captive

“Disrobe Miss Cunningham”

Lee Winn left no doubt that Samantha had no choice in the matter and her degree of humiliation was totally dependent on her actions and the choice that she made.

 

[Elayne]

Tossing her head defiantly, seriously considering her options. She did not want to give this heathen even the slightest satisfaction of aceding to his demands.

On the other hand, Samantha believed him when he threatened to have the old man strip her, or else punish her till she obeyed. She didn't dare imagine what sort of punishments he might use, but she didn't doubt that they'd be unpleasant.

She glared murderously at the floor, pale blue eyes flashing with anger, and hating herself for the fact that she didn't dare stare this man in the eye defiantly like the proud Englishwoman she was.

Raising her chained wrists.

"Release me, if you wish me to disrobe."

 

[cgraven]

The proud young English beauty kept her eyes demurely downcast the crimson that kissed her cheeks deepened to a blazing scarlet. Lee would allow her the time to consider her options. He savored the soft ivory texture of Samantha’s flawless silken skin. This proud beauty had never known a day’s honest work in her young life, a pampered bobble to grace her family, to be kept pure and chaste so she could be bartered for a suitable match to enhance their fortunes. Lee Winn knew that slavery had not been the future that this young beauty had expected but was now her reality.

"Release me, if you wish me to disrobe."

Samantha raised her wrist yet the undaunted pride of her race tinged her young voce. Lee gave a slight node and Lu Chin freed the girl’s wrists his hands moved to the iron slave collar that encircled her swanlike neck.

“Chin leave the collar on.”

Lee wanted the iron band to remind this proud English beauty of her new status in life, for it to be for the time a constant reminder of how far she had fallen from her former life. Lee Winn watched with pleasure as Samantha’s dainty fingers moved lifelessly to the fastenings of her gown.

Like the blooming of a delicate flower each layer of her costume that fell revealed the natural beauty that lay beneath. Devoid of her gown Samantha’s breast where bared to the point that the light pink of her areolas peeked above her shift. Her corset trusting her firm young breast up as if they where precious jewels on display. The scarlet blush that kissed her cheeks spread own to a crimson hue that colored her breasts. Lu Chin slip the blade of his knife beneath the lacing of Samantha’s corset parting the lacing.

 

[Elayne]

Nodding firmly as the older man reached around her slender waist to take her wrists, quickly slipping the manacles off. Samantha rubbed her bruised wrists surreptiously.

“Chin leave the collar on.” the man commanded and Samantha flinched. As much as the leg irons and manacles had left her wrists and ankles sore and bruised, it was the collar around her neck that she hated with a firey passion.

Full lips twisting in a grimace of distaste as she slid her fingers up to the laces of her whale bone bodice, slowly unlacing it over her bosom. Samantha slowly pushed the shoulders of her dress down, rolling the mutton leg sleeves off her slenders arms and letting them fall forward. She carefully reached behind her, unlacing the dress, unused to having no assistance with her laces.

She slowly rolled her dress down her body, reluctantly, the fall of her crinoline dress fluttering down her slender body and wasp waist, then whispering along her long legs as it fell to the floor, puddling around her feet.

Though her corset had shaped her waist to slenderness, her breasts were surprisingly full. Round and pert, creamy skinned and topped with light pink nipples as the top of her corset pressed her bosom upwards and together.

She pulled her shawl down from her head, sweeping out her thick, golden blonde hair, and letting it fall in a silky wave down her back. Always long, her time in the hold without scissors had let it lengthen till her golden locks fell in a soft sweep to tickle the backs of her thighs through her soft petticoats.

She unwrapped her belt, slipping it off and letting one after the other of her petticoats fall, each embroided with flower patterns as the fluttered to the floor and laid limply across her dress, each on falling to reveal a shorter one beneath, revealing her bare legs, long and shapely, well toned and graceful with slender thighs.

She winced slightly as she felt the cool metal slipping in under her corset at the small of her back, an involuntary shiver coursing through her body, making her breasts tremble over the top of her corset. The sawing motion of the blade snapped lace after lace till the back of her corset gaped open like a wound, revealing a supple, slender spine. The elderly Chinese man behind her pulled the corset off, revealing her slender waist, so trained by the corset that even without it she was slimmer than most girls with her fullness of breast could expect. Still, her abdomen was lightly toned, showing that even without a corset, she likely would have had a trim figure.

She covered her breasts with her hands, demurely, stopping their sway as her corset fell away. With her petticoats removed, her garters wrapped in a dark band below her navel, holding up dark stockings that coated her long legs to the thighs and protected dark, lace knickers that hugged her round behind.

Then Samantha hesitated, refusing to take of her last scraps of clothing before these two men.

 

[cgraven]

Lee Winn was pleased with Samantha’s delicate beauty and even more so when Lu Chin had cut away the young woman’s corset bearing the young blonde’s breasts.
They where firm and showed no sign of sagging when they where freed. Samantha’s blushed hotly, her cheeks colored even further as the blond goddess demurely covered her nakedness with her small hands. Her abdomen was well toned its pale perfection contrasting starkly with the dark knickers that accentuated the seductive curve of her derrière, and her stockings hugged the sensual curves of her athletic legs. Lee waited several moments for Samantha to continue to disrobe yet the proud little beauty stood thee defiantly, apparently unwilling to bear herself completely to his gaze. Lee Winn could feel his anger rising how dare she refuse his will, she was nothing, her only reason for existing was to please him. Slowly he got control of his anger.

“Miss Cunningham do not try me, for I assure you, you will regret your stubborn pride.”

His voice was measured and reveled none of the anger that seized just below the surface.

“Drop you hands and continue or you shall pay dearly for your defiance Miss Cunningham.”

There was iron in Lee Winn’s voice despite the soft even tones of his upper class English accent.

“I shall count to three………….one……….two…..”

 

[Elayne]

Standing defiantly proud before him, light blue eyes fixed in a flat stare at the tiles of the hall, heart shaped face fixed in a stubborn expression.

The Chinese man stared at her as well. She could feel his eyes roaming over her slender body, making her feel dirty with the touch of his eyes. She stiffened, inhaling deeply, filling her lungs as if about to launch on to a tirade as she straightened her shoulders and back proudly.

A tense moment passed as he stared at her and she could feel his anger, like heat off a stove. That little bit of defiance helped restore some of her battered spirits. You see, she thought, I'm not so broken yet.

“Miss Cunningham do not try me, for I assure you, you will regret your stubborn pride.” the man said, but Samantha did not stir, staring fixedly at the floor.

Another moment passed and the man said more sharply, "Drop you hands and continue or you shall pay dearly for your defiance Miss Cunningham.”


Samantha refused to obey, cupping her breasts protectively with her slender hands, shielding them from his appraising stare, slender legs pressed tightly together, refusing to give in.

“I shall count to three………….one……….two…..”

Samantha stood stock still, defiantly through the slow count. Behind her, the elderly man back away, as if feeling that she might be the target of an explosion that could consume anyone too near to her.

At the very last second she bend at her slender, graceful waist, hands snapping the clasps of her garters and taking her knickers, sliding them down her slender legs sharply as she bends forward. A small breath behind her tells her that the older man's eyes are fixed on the roundness of her behind as she bends at the waist, pulling her firm bottom taut. Let him look, she thought defiantly. I'm not afraid of him.

She took the hem of her stockings and rolled them down her shapely legs, revealing round, toned thighs and shapely calfs, sculpted carefully in soft pale skin as she slid her stockings off and shifted her feet, stepping out of them. She pushed her garter belt down to her ankles and then straighten, eyes lifting slightly defiantly, not quite meeting his as she straightened, revealing a soft triangle of darker blonde pubic hair in between soft thighs and soft, round hips.

She kicked her puddle of clothing away in frustration and anger, standing stiffly, hands clenching at her sides as she stood, but not covering her full, round breasts, pert nippled and with a soft valley of cleavage over a wasp waist that was accentuated by the roundness of her slender hips and shapely behind.

 

[cgraven]

“I shall count to three………….one……….two…..”

The atmosphere in the hall was charged like a summer day just before a thunder storm breaks. Lu chin backed away from the stubborn beauty at the count of two he had no wish to be to close to the foolish girl when his master’s patience broke. At the last possible moment Samantha Cunningham relented, her fingers going to her garters.

Lee Winn found himself admiring the young golden haired beauty’s spirit, and her wisdom as she resumed disrobing. He idlely wondered if this proud English beauty realized how sensual her movements where, the way her proud breast seductively rose and fell with each breath she took, the gentle caress of her fingers as she rolled down her silken hose, and how as she slowly rose her hand in tight little fists at her sides, the sparse tawny golden fleece of her “Venus Mound” made her look like a goddess as she stood there robed only in her naked perfection.

Lee drank in Samantha’s beauty his eyes savored the delicate sculpture features of her naked body. He rose slowly approaching the naked beauty he circled her like a tiger on the prowl. His fingers rand through Samantha’s golden silken tresses as he brushed her hair to the side. Lee’s hot moist breathe stirred the stray wisps of hair at the nape of the girl’s neck, his body pressed close to her back, the cool silk of his robes against her warm flesh.

“Miss Cunningham a very wise decision.”

Lee’s hands cupped Samantha’s breasts trapping her arms by her sides, he rolled her pert nipples between his thumbs and fore fingers.

“Are you still a virgin my dear girl?”

 

[Elayne]

Standing before him, nude as the day she was born, save for the hated steel band around her slender neck and the thick leather leash that hung like a poisonous adder down between her breasts, lying between her cleavage and limply flopping down her toned navel till the handle lay between her slender thighs.

Samantha wanted to scream in frustration, or perhaps garrotte the old man with that leash. She wanted to escape, to go home, to have tea with her treacherous mother in their solar.

Instead, she stood very still, trying to suppress her fury as the man rose and stalked around her, circling her, eyeing her slender body like a wolf might eye a sheep fold.

She stood stubbornly proud, glaring at the floor as he circled her. His cruel fingers slid into her thick sun coloured hair, sweeping it aside, baring the thin golden veil that hid her colour, cascaded down her back, masked her round bottom. She trembled as she felt his eyes on her back, eyeing her firm derriere and bare back, looking at the cold steel around her neck. She practically shook with the urge to spin on him and claw at his eyes.

Before she gave in to that impulse, his arms slide around her body, pinning her own slender arms against her sides as his hands met in front of her. She struggled briefly, feeling his chest against her bare back, his breath on her neck. He was big, bigger than an Chinese man should be, and stronger than her as well. He held her in place casually, his fingers sliding up to cup the fullness of her breasts.

She felt his fingers clasping her bosoms, her soft flesh squeezed under his hard fingers. His fingers tips found the pertness of her pink nipples and began to play across them, and she felt herself flush again, the pink glow spreading from her cheeks and neck down her collarbone and across her breasts.

To her horror, her body was betraying her. She felt no particular arousal, only trembling fear and anger. But the stimulation of her nipples, her nudity in the air of a different climate, the blood of her blush, combined, raising her nipples to sharp points under his touch.

What made the experience worse was there was only a small element of passion in his touch. She had read enough poetry, courted a few suitors. She had some idea what ardor was. Oh, certainly he enjoyed her beauty but there was a difference in his touch.

As her nipples stiffened, she felt him shift behind her, a small exhalation of breath and she knew. He had counted, timing how long it took for her nipples to respond to her touch. She could practically feel his pleasure as he measured the sensitivity of her chaste body. He cupped her breasts and bounced them in the palms of his hand, and she knew he was weighing them, checking their firmness and shape. The elaborate chests on the ship convinced her that her kidnappers had investigated her thouroughly and she had been measured enough and intimiately by London's tailors and seamstresses that she suspected the pirates had turned over an exact list of her measures to this man with her person, if not before, but he wished to check himself, not trusting mere paper to convey the satiny softness of skin that would have been just over a handful for most men, but melting in his hands easily enough. This was not the heated touch of a lover. This was a merchant measuring his goods, an owner inspecting his property.

She flushed with the deepest humiliation she had ever felt stiffening with the urge to scream in wrath, blood rushing to her face.

“Are you still a virgin my dear girl?” he dared ask her.

Why do you care, Samantha thought savagely. We both know it will make no difference in what you mean to do to me.. You only care to see if the pirates who kidnapped me cheated you.

She stiffened, desiring to refuse to answer.. but then his hand began to slip down her breast and she realized with horror if she refused to answer him, he'd simply check himself. She thought if this man touched her down there, now, if his unclean hands touched her hymen, she might go mad.

"I'm a virgin," she whispered, sharply, the brine of tears in her eyes. Your stinking pirates didn't cheat you, she thought, cursing him bitterly.

 

[cgraven]

Samantha Cunningham fierce pride resonated from every fiber of her being, stiff pride that the young beauty maintained despite her predicament. She struggled briefly as Lee Winn hands cupped her breasts. Then through sheer will power the blond goddess simply stood there. Lee touch was intentional clinical, he knew only to well the revolution this proud young beauty must feel at being touched in such an intimate way by a heathen. He tested her, smiled at how supple young body betrayed her. Samantha had stiffened at the impertinence of his question

"I'm a virgin,"

She whispered, sharply as if the answer galled her. Slowly Lee left hand trailed down over the toned plain of her abdomen, his fingers lightly playing with the tawny golden tuff of her downy fleece.

“ We both know Miss Cunningham that your virginity will soon be nothing more than a fleeting memory, much as your privilege life in England is now.”

Lee Winn could have lied to the young beauty, but in the short time that he had known her a certain admiration for her spirit and wisdom had grown in him for her.

“Weather it is a most unpleasant experience for you or not will be up to you Miss Cunningham.”

Lee Winn’s voiced was softening slightly. He knew that the young girl knew what her fate would be, had in fact known for sometime. Now he held out a fleeting hope that she might at least lose her preciously guarded treasure with at least some semblance of dignity. Lee lifted her chin with a single finger, his dark eyes held her pale blue eyes locked in his steely gaze. Then he stepped back and extended his hand to Samantha.

“Shall we retire to my bed chamber Miss Cunningham?”

Lee had offered Samantha Cunningham a choice in the way that she would lose her virginity. His hand offered her the option to submit here and now to his will, for her to accept the cruel fate life had dealt her and make the best of it that she could. Though he had not threatened her directly it was implied that if the young beauty refused, that her virginity would be plucked from her in a most unpleasant manner. The only real question that remained would wisdom govern her decision or would her stiff neck pride and firry spirit once more rise to the fore front.

 

[Elayne]

Samantha stiffened and shuddered as the man's hand slid down her belly and below her navel, finding the thin dark blonde curls below, tugging them lightly.

“ We both know Miss Cunningham that your virginity will soon be nothing more than a fleeting memory, much as your privilege life in England is now.” the man said and Samantha trembled.

The tall englishwoman knew full well that she would be raped. She was in a country a thousand leagues and more from anyone she could call friend, helpless and nude save for a hated leash.

But as he tilted her delicate chin up, stepping around her to look deep into her tilted light blue eyes, she couldn't help but feel revulsion.

It would be better to be beaten, she thought, than to give up my maidenhead unwed to this slaving heathen. She stared at his offered hand and if she had thought the punishment he implied would mean she could keep her virginity, she might have slapped it away immediately.

But painfully, she reasoned that she was going to be deflowered today, one way or the other. The only question was how painful it would have to be.

Feeling bile in her throat, heart shaped face twisting in an expression that said accepting hurt her nearly as much as torture would have, Samantha whimpered and extended her hand, sliding her fingers into his palm.

 

[cgraven]

Lee Winn’s dark eyes seemed to pierce Samantha’s very soul as he held her shimmer pale blue eyes captive. Lee saw the young beauty’s revolution in those clear blue depths that she an Englishwoman of quality, should have to submit to this barbarian. A flash of firry spirit flared, her supple body stiffened, and then the moment passed as Samantha lowered her gaze. Defeat marred the pale beauty of her heart shaped face, as a soft whimper escaped her full ripe lips. Slowly the trapped beauty extended her dainty hand sliding her fingers into his palm as she accepted her fate with as much grace as she could muster.

Lee Winn led Samantha Cunningham from the hall to his bed chamber. The chamber was furnished in the oriental style, adorned with rich silk screens, delicate jade statues, and an elegant simplicity. The main feature of the room was a huge bed that appeared that it could accommodate several people at once. Rich dark midnight blue silk sheet cover it. Lee Winn turned to face Samantha, his hand cupped the side of her cheek, his lips brushed hers. Lee felt the girl’s body stiffen as she pulled back from the kiss.

“My dear relax do not fight me.”

Again his lips brushed Samantha’s his tongue gliding across her lower lip, the even white ridge of her teeth to slip with in the young beauty’s chaste mouth savoring its sweetness. Lee let the kiss linger slowly build in intensity till they share the same life giving breath. When he broke the kiss his lips clinging to the proud beauty’s till the last possible moment. Suddenly he swept Samantha in to his arms and carried her to his bed. He laid her down, the cool silk sheet caressing her body, her pale golden beauty in sharp contrast to the dark liquid midnight blue. Stepping back Lee Winn slowly disrobed till he was naked as she. His body was powerfully built, muscles toned from years of training, it bore the scars of war, and his skin dark from life in the field. The bed sagged as Lee hands straddled Samantha and his lips slowly descended to hers.

 

[Elayne]

Samantha met his dark gaze with her pale blue eyes, trying her hardest not to show any of her fear or trepidation. He turned and tugged her hand, leading her out the hall. Her bare feet slapped on the floor of the hall, golden hair spilling back down her shoulders and along her back, swaying as she walked in a silken veil. Even still, she could feel the eyes of the older man on her firm behind as the warlord lead her out, rounded hips swaying with her graceful steps.

The bedroom was barbarically unfurnished, with little more than a few silk screens, some with strange symbols and some with stitchings of eastern beasts, dragons and tigers. Aged jade sculptures adorned a few stands, but the room was dominated by a massive bed slightly obscured by the screens. Samantha eyed that midnight silk fearfully.

The tall chinese man halted her before the bed, seizing her cheek and leaning forward to press his hard lips to her soft, full mouth. She exhaled sharply in surprise, leaning back in surprise and distaste.

"My dear relax do not fight me" Lee said as she squirmed, taking her chin a touch more firmly, holding her face in place as he leaned forward and planted another hard kiss on her mouth. His tongue slid over her bottom lip, his fingers along her chin sliding her jaw ajar as his tongue slid into her mouth, for all the world like a Frenchman. Samantha grumbled softly, the sensation of a foreign tongue in her mouth bizarre and wet, with the strange taste of exotic foods.

The warlord let the kiss linger for a long moment then suddenly reached forward and swept her off her feet. Thrown off balance, Samantha felt his arms under her knees and across her shoulders, pulling her soft, slender body close to his chest. And despite her distaste for the man, the tall english girl could not help but nestle against the chinese man's chest, as women had done for ages, a soft, satiny passenger, helpless as he carried her towards the bed.

She had half expected to be thrown onto the bed roughly, but instead the warlord laid her out on the midnight blue silk. She slipped back on the bed slightly, the soft silk whispering against her pale skin. In another situation, she might have reveled in the luxury of silk sheets, the texture of them as the slid across her back and rump and the backs of her thighs. In this situation, waiting for her ravishment, she barely noticed.

Her tilted blue eyes fixed on the Chinese man as he unbelted his mandarin robe and then unbuttoned the high necked shirt, stripping off his clothes. His body was scarred and dark, like a rough soldier and hardly like a nobleman at all. Samantha sat up on the bed, opening her mouth with a last minute protest..

But found herself silence as the warlord leaned forward, pressing her back down on the bed with a firm kiss on her mouth, smothering her words. He came up on the bed over her, his hands on either side of her head, supporting him as he straddled her, kissing her soft mouth deeply. She moaned softly, the weight of his body making the bed sag a touch, the oppressive presence of his form looming over her making her squirm on the sheets. Samantha rolled her shoulders against the silk sheets, arching her back slightly as she squirmed. She felt her pink nipples brushing his bare chest as she arched.

Suddenly, she felt the weight of his knee between hers. She had kept her thighs tightly closed throughout this ordeal, but with a practiced motion, he pressed his knee between hers, sliding her thighs apart easily to reveal her pink entrance, secreted under downy hair as it was.

Samantha moaned again, laying limply as she knew what must come next.

 

[cgraven]

Samantha moaned softly into Lee’s kiss her supple body slowly falling back to the caress of the cool silken sheets as his weight gently bore her down. Her golden tresses spread on the sheets in a shimmering golden halo that framed the delicate features of the young innocent beauty’s face. She squirm on the sheets, arching her back slightly as she squirmed, her pink nipples brushing his bare chest as she arched her youthful body to him. Despite her fear Lee could feel her firm thighs part as his knees parted her thighs, Samantha silken skin hot and feverous. Slowly he broke the kiss his eyes boring into hers, her lips moist and glossy, slightly parted as she gasped for her breath.

Lee could claim his prize now the proud English beauty was ripe for the plucking and though her mind might rebel at her fate her youthful body seemed to welcome the new sensations that coursed through every fiber of the girl’s being. Yes he had bought her Lee owned her body yet he did not own her spirit. His lips traced sensual kisses along the line of Samantha’s jaw to nip at her earlobe, followed the subtle curve of her swan like neck to the hallow her neck and shoulder met, where her life force beat rapidly just below the surface of her silken skin. A small kiss, sensual tonguing caressed that beating force. Lee continued those seductive butterfly kisses, and sensual tonguing as he explored the contours of Samantha’s firm young breasts. Lee’s tongue flicked across the tip of her pink nipples, circled the young beauty’s puffy areolas till he wrenched a gasp of forbidden pleasure from her.

Lee Winn’s mouth continued to seduce the proud little beauty’s body. Those maddening kisses floated across the flat plane of her abdomen, his breath stirred the downy fleece that hid her virginal treasure. Then his tongue darted out in a long sensual lick that parted Samantha’s virgin folds.