An Unpaid Debt

[wideeyedone]

Lizbeth found herself screaming when Sarah pushed the cold stone rod inside of her. It pushed and pried her open. She was slick, but Lord Dashwood had left her sore. And she was still raw. Sarah smacked the firm cheek of her backside and then pushed in deep.

Sarah laughed as she watched Lizbeth's toes curl. Her cries bounced around the stone room. Sarah laughed mockingly.

"We will have such fun breaking you, because you are so responsive. Even as you scream I can feel you pulling this cock in deeper. I can feel your ass wiggle. Just wait until they open up your tight little ass. Or when they strap one of these on you for you to use on someone else. There are so many wicked delights that you haven't seen yet."

Lizbeth whimpered. She closed her eyes in shame. She could feel herself getting wetter. She could feel the wicked heat inside of her. Her nipples hard, her sex hot and slick. Sarah reached down and grabbed a fistfull of Lizbeth's hair and yanked her head back.

"I want to hear you like it. Don't hold back, my pretty little bitch. I want to hear you in your heat."

 

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Sarah reached down and grabbed a fist full of Lizbeth's hair and yanked her head back.

"I want to hear you like it. Don't hold back, my pretty little bitch. I want to hear you in your heat."

As the poor little beauty wiggled her tight little ass Sarah laugh as Lizbeth not only got wetter but her treacherous little body pushed back on the large black onyx cock it filled her an as the girls arousal grew the once cold stone became warm and then hot. All the while Sarah fucked the young beauty as if Lizbeth Dalton was a common slut. With her hand entwined in the girl’s hair and her head bent back a cruel angle the bare breasted Harlot taunted her helpless victim with what they would do to her in the future. Of how they would open up her tight little ass. Or when they strap one of these on you for her to use on someone else. There are so many wicked delights, and so many depraved acts that Sara taunted the young innocent with.

Don't hold back, my pretty little bitch. I want to hear you in your heat."




Crack


Sarah’s hand came down to encourage the young beauty again, and again Sarah struck Lizbeth’s flanks like a jockey encouraging her mount to greater efforts.

 

[wideeyedone]

A ragged animalistic moan escaped Lizbeth's lips when Sarah struck her.

Sarah laughed. "Yes, that's it. You are going to be a pain slut. That slap makes you wetter."

Sarah pumped the phallus into Lizbeth and slapped her backside again and again.

"Yes, yes." Lizbeth whimpered. One more solid strike and Lizbeth climaxed again. She pushed herself back, and the phallus pushed against her cervix. She cried out again and shuddered and flailed on the cross.

"my, my dearie, you are a dirty little pain slut." Sarah with drew the glistening black stone cock. She walked to Lizbeth's mouth. "Suck it clean, girl. I want to watch you."

 

[cgraven]

Yes, yes."

Lizbeth whimpered to her eternal shame as her treacherous young body reveled in the dark sinful pain that brought such unholy pleasures like molten fire rippling through every fiber of her body to sear her soul.. One more solid strike and Lizbeth climaxed again willingly impaling herself on that hard onyx phallus as she became more than a willing participant in her most recent rape.


"my, my dreary, you are a dirty little pain slut."

Sarah gloated as she drew the glistening black stone cock from the bound little beauty’s grasping cunt. The little redheaded harlot trailed her finger tips over Lizbeth’s now empty pussy she let them trail over the blazing flesh of the girl’s whipped ass. As she walked to Lizbeth's head she yanked the defeated little beauty’s head up by her hair her eyes smoldering with lust for the chaste beauty.

. "Suck it clean, girl. I want to watch you."

Sarah waited for Miss Dalton to do as she commanded. Even as visions of the girl’s bath danced before her mind’s eye. How she would make Lizbeth wash in such a manner that she would seducer herself , t she could see the girl’s shock as she was handed a bar of soap shaped like the onyx phallus Then make the girl masturbate with it then with her cheeks flushed scarlet with shame Sarah would lead her to Dashwood on her lead like a adorable little bitch to do her Master’s bidding but first things first.


. "Suck it clean, girl….NOW!!!

 

[wideeyedone]

Lizbeth delicately licked at the phallus. Sarah yanked on her hair.

"I did not tell you to lick it like a fancy lady. Suck it, you dirty whore." There was an edge of rage in Sarah's voice. It frightened and excited Lizbeth. Her sex was raw but she could still feel the heat growing inside of her. Her clit was hard and her newly opened sex was hot and slick.

She began sucking her own taste off of the phallus. She licked and sucked. Sarah began rubbing herself under the phallus. She rubbed her knuckles against her own clit untill she was shuddering.

Then she yanked the phallus out of Lizbeth's mouth. She took the phallus off and placed it back in the cabinet. Then she unfastened Lizbeth's bonds. Lizbeth waited. She didn't fight Sarah. Sarah grabbed her by her hair.

"You need to be cleaned up. Lord Dashwood will want you clean and fresh and I can smell your pretty little cunt. You get so wet and slick. You are such a little whore. Baston did well, he knew you were going to love this place."

Sarah took Lizbeth to a room made of tile. There were spigots of hot water streaming from the wall. Sarah shoved Lizbeth into the streams of water. She watched as Lizbeth washed herself. Sarah left for a moment and Lizbeth allowed herself to lean against the wall. She was so tired and overwhelmed. She felt the tears come and she left them silently fall. When she looked up she saw Sarah standing there with another phallus. This one was made of soap.

"No," Lizbeth whispered, sliding down the wall. "Please, I don't want anymore... please, please, please." Lizbeth cried softly drawing up her knees, her lovely skin pink and glistening under the hot water.

 

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Sarah took Lizbeth to a room made of tile. There were spigots of hot water streaming from the wall. Sarah shoved Lizbeth into the streams of water. She watched as Lizbeth washed herself. Then mercifully the young beauty was left alone, a lone for the first time this night sense she had learned her fate. Alone with the haunting words of the little redheaded harlot Sarah.

You get so wet and slick. You are such a little whore. Baston did well, he knew you were going to love this place."

How could she deny those words had she not cum under the lash, had she not become sinfully aroused as she was raped by Dashwood and the harlots who words now haunted her? Lizbeth’s solitude did not last long. When she looked up she saw Sarah standing there with another phallus. This one was made of soap.

"No,"

Lizbeth whispered, sliding down the wall.

"Please, I don't want anymore... please, please, please."

Lizbeth cried softly drawing up her knees, her lovely skin pink and glistening under the hot water. The naked redheaded harlot tower over the frightened and quivering young girl she wrenched Lizbeth to her feet by her dark wet chestnut hair Pressed her body back against the title wall Sarah’s lips were just a breath away from Lizbeth Dalton’s.


“NO…….my pretty?.......”

Her lips sensually brushed the girl’s as she spoke.

“ Shall I clean your dirty little cunt Miss Dalton………..”


The harlot’s mouth crushed to Lizbeth’s in a brutal primal kiss. A kiss that was a rape of the naive young beauty’s mouth Sarah’s fingers twisting and curling in her wet hair till the girl whimpered in pain.


“….Is that what you truly want my pretty little whore?”

Sara pressed the phallus shaped bar of soap into the girl’s dainty little hand.


“You may begin now Miss Dalton…………..”

Sarah’s voice was tight and had the unmistakable air of command to it.

“….Now Miss Dalton or I shall!”

Another pause.

“I shall tell you when to stop.!”

 

[wideeyedone]

Lizbeth moaned into Sarah's kiss. She had no choice. She knew it would be worse if Sarah used the phallus on her. Lizbeth leant back against the tile and spread her trembling thighs. She slid the hard, cold soap inside of her. It must have been too slow for Sarah. Sarah pushed her hand, shoving it deep.

"I mean it." Sarah whispered. Lizbeth rocked her hips up and slid the phallus in over and over again.

Sarah smiled at her. "You little whore. " Sarah began tugging and twisting her nipples as she fucked herself. Sarah tugged harder and harder as Lizbeth quickened her pace. Lizbeth cried out and it wasn't long before she was quivering with climax.

"Whore." Sarah offered derisively. She snatched the phallus from Lizbeth. She replaced it with a nozzle and hose of warm water. Lizbeth mewled like a kitten.
"Dashwood won't want you to taste of soap. "

Lizbeth whimpered and shivered as the water rushed inside of her. Then Sarah placed the spray of water aganst the bud of her clit. Lizbeth was shivering and keening.

But without notice, the water, the pleasure was gone.

"My time is up." She clipped the leash on Lizbeth's collar. "Dashwood wants you back"

 

[cgraven]

There was a smile of delight that twisted Sarah’s lips as Lizbeth surrendered to her savage kiss. Even as She pressed the Phallus into her hand. There was a gleam of triumph in the redhead’s eyes as Lizbeth rocked her hips up and slid the phallus in over and over again while Sarah began tugging and twisting her nipples as she fucked herself. Sarah tugged harder and harder as Lizbeth quickened her pace. Lizbeth cried out and it wasn't long before she was quivering with climax.


It was only after Sarah’s taunts and jabs when Lizbeth thought she had suffered all this hell had to offer that she learned that was far from the truth. Sarah snatched the phallus from Lizbeth, replaced it with a nozzle and hose of warm water and had Lizbeth mewled like a kitten.

"Dashwood won't want you to taste of soap. "

Then Sarah handed the young innocent one more humiliation. Then Sarah placed the spray of water against the bud of her clit. Lizbeth was shivering and keening. The sweet dewy nectar of her unwanted orgasm washed away and down the drain as she shivered and whimpered as the pleasure faded and once more the dreaded leash was clipped to her collar.

"My time is up, Dashwood wants you back"

Naked and dripping the helpless lamb was led from the shower room in to a room were the other two harlots waited to dry Lizbeth’s hair and body.

The chaffed her skin dry and to a ruddy pink color her hair bound in a tight braid in the French manner, and her body anointed in sweetly scented oils, oils that would arouse her desires when in the bed of Dashwood. This time her face was left in natural beauty not paint or rouge and once more Lizbeth Dalton looked the young innocent she truly was.

The two younger harlots lead Lizbeth by her lead to Dashwood’s bed chamber. Her master Sir Francis reclined leisurely on the great four poster.


“Aw very nice my dears you did a marvelous job with Miss Dalton be as kind as to bind her spread-eagled between the bed posts.

They led the young girl between the bed post at the foot of Dashwood’s bed and bound Lizbeth Dalton as he commanded he looked up at her gorgeous young body and smiled. With a wave of his hand he dismissed the two girls’.

Dashwood pulled a bell cord, silence reigned for several minutes and then the soft click of the door as it was open.

”Yes Me Lord” the sweet dulcet tones of Sarah’s voice wrapped around the bound beauty.

 

[wideeyedone]

Silence. How Lizbeth hated it. Lord Dashwood ate her up silently with his eyes. He said nothing to her. He just watched her. Then it was Sarah. Her tormenter. She couldn''t see her, but she could hear her. She didn't mean to but a whimper escaped her lips.

Sarah just laughed and came into view. She was naked now, save her own collar and her skin gleamed with glimmering oils.

"She is so very responsive my Lord. She came to the lash, she came even as I hurt her with the onyx monstrous phallus. She climaxed with the water and the soap. She is a minx this one, my Lord."

Lizbeth felt her cheeks burn with shame.

"Please, my Lord. I didn't want to. I couldn't help it... I don't know why... but I can't stop it" Lizbeth plead with Dashwood. But Sarah just mocked her.

"Pwease, pwease my lord, I am just a frightened wittle wamb."

 

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"She is so very responsive my Lord. She came to the lash, she came even as I hurt her with the onyx monstrous phallus. She climaxed with the water and the soap. She is a minx this one, my Lord."



The little redheaded Dominatrix cooed as she crawled into Dashwood’s bed.

"Please, my Lord. I didn't want to. I couldn't help it... I don't know why... but I can't stop it"

Dashwood gave the bound Miss Dalton a passing glance before turning his undivided attention’s to Sarah.

"Pwease, pwease my lord, I am just a frightened wittle wamb."

“ But you’re not a frightened little lamb are you Sarah me Girl.”

Dashwood drew Sarah to him and he kissed her. A dark savage kiss primal and ferial. A kiss just like the one he had shared with Lizbeth just before he had claimed her virginity. Dashwood took Sarah right in front of the bound and spread-eagled girl. He paid no attention to her as if she were merrily a pretty little decoration for his bed chamber. Dashwood did things to Sarah that the naïve little Miss Dalton could never have imagined. She watched as he shoved his mammoth cock up Sarah’s tight little ass.

All the while neither he nor her tormentor paid the slightest bit of attention to Lizbeth. She was left there to hang , to watch , to let the aphrodisiac oils work their dark and sinister magic on the deflowered virgin.

 

[wideeyedone]

At first Lizbeth was relieved that he didn't do anything to her. But then she felt herself ache when he kissed Sarah. Sarah answered his kisses with kisses of her own. She devoured his mouth and he rewarded her with pleasure.

He slipped his fingers into her and coaxed a waterfall of climaxes out of Sarah. Sarah writhed all over the sheets and then Dashwood grabbed her by the hips and rolled her over.

"Give me what I want, Sarah." He hissed. His cock was erect and perfect and Lizbeth found herself licking her lips. She mewled but he didn't even look up at her. Sarah placed her face against the bed and slid her tight little backside in the air. Then she reached back and parted the lobes of her ass.

Lizbeth gasped in shock when Dashwood thrust his cock into Sarah's most secret opening.

Dashwood fucked her deep and hard and Sarah seemed to be in pain but enjoy it all at once. Sarah moaned and whimpered and gasped and pushed herself back on Dashwood's member.

Lizbeth could feel herself grow wetter and wetter. She felt heat building up in her belly and spreading down to her sex. She had to bite her lip to keep her moan in her mouth. She thought she saw Sarah looking at her but when she looked again, Sarah's eyes had fluttered shut in pleasure.

 

[cgraven]

They treated Miss Lizbeth Dalton as if she were nothing, as if she did not even exist. Dashwood and Sarah wallowed in dark debauchery the little redheaded harlot screaming out her ecstasy. Lizbeth was forced to watch the heteanistic display till the wee hours of the morning when at last Dashwood collapsed his body pinning Sarah’s below his.

How many hours she hung there her little pussy fully blossomed and yet so neglected. Had to endure that wicked little smile bowed Sarah’s lips as she slip, her head now resting on Dashwood’s breast her crimson hair in wild disarray. Lizbeth’s body was bathed in the golden sunlight of late morning when Dashwood’s eyes finally fluttered open . He looked up at his spread-eagled angel, held her eyes captive and yet still he said nothing.

 

[wideeyedone]

Lizbeth hung there like adornment for hours. The candles burned out and she hung in just the light of the embers of the fire. She could see Sarah sleeping contentedly. Lizbeth was so tired, but her arousal made it hard to sleep. She must have fallen asleep because she felt herself awaken to the kiss of the rising sun on her skin.

It took her a moment to remember where she was and what had happened to her. Sarah was still spilled across the sheets, sated and slumbering. Lord Dashwood was watching her. His dark eyes told her nothing. His face told her nothing. And she was determined not to speak. She bit her tongue in order to not break the silence. She wanted to look away but she couldn't.

Dashwood's eyes possessed her. She felt herself tremble. It made her bonds shake and jingle. Her dark hair fell around her like a veil. She looked like a sacrifice left by some primitive culture.

She could see Dashwood was aroused. His member was hard and on display for her. The veiny skin was an angry red. She couldn't help but think about it in her mouth, and in her sex. She even thought of it, where he had put it in Sarah.

Lizbeth tried to stay quiet. She felt herself become so aroused that a gleaming drop of arousal dripped down her thigh.

 

[cgraven]

Sir Francis Dashwood had the patience of a seducer. He could see that his newest little wore was wavering. Oh he saw her proud determination not to be the first to break the steel silence . Yet he also saw how Lizbeth Dalton quivered with pent up desire. He saw the way her soft shy eyes strayed to his manhood, hard and on display for her its veiny skin was an angry red and he could see the unholy desire in the girl’s now smoldering eyes.

So his little whore detriment to stay quiet. He saw the sweet dewy nectar of Lizbeth’s arousal, that gleaming drop of her sinful need dripped down her thigh to damn her. A wry smile bowed his lips as he turned from her to the sleeping little redheaded harlot . It was then that he paused turned his head back to his pet, his eyes met hers held them for a moment and when she did not speak began to turn back to Sarah. If Miss Lizbeth Dalton was to have what she craved she must be the one to speak, the one to beg for what she so desperately needed.

Dash wood was intent to leave his little pet not pride to humble her to debase herself further by begging to be used .

 

[wideeyedone]

Lizbeth sipped in her breath as she tried to remain silent. Dashwood lowered his mouth to Sarah's small, pert breasts. Sarah's breasts were smaller than Lizbeth's and tipped with dark brown nipples. He began to feast on her breasts, noisily kissing and sucking. Lizbeth gasped again but said nothing. As Sarah roused he kissed down her taut belly and licked Sarah's sex. It only took a few moments before Sarah was screaming with pleasure.

He sucked her clit between his teeth. He allowed Sarah to climax over and over. His face and his chin were coated with her pleasure. He whispered to Sarah and she kissed his face clean. He cooed praise to her and petted her scarlet hair in place.

Watching Sarah earn his praise was harder than watching Sarah get his pleasure. He guided Sarah's mouth to his member. Sarah sighed and sucked his throbbing cock into her mouth.

Lizbeth began to wonder if she was not pleasing to Dashwood. If perhaps he did not like her full breasts, or if her hips were too wide. Perhaps he didn't like the sounds she made or Sarah had told him how wicked she was.

She watched Sarah gobble his cock into her throat.

"Please" Lizbeth looked at him. "I can please you."

 

[cgraven]

Sir Francis took the greatest delight in seducing and tormenting the very prim and proper Miss Dalton with silence. A treatment that he knew would sting bitterly for a young woman use to being in the company of people of quality, to be the center of attention when young men gathered around her. Now she was a pretty naked ornament for his bed, a little bobble to be admired. Yet when it came to pleasure it seemed that Dashwood preferred the little harlot Sarah.

Dashwood now added insult to injury. He allowed Sarah to climax over and over. His face and his chin were coated with her pleasure. He whispered to Sarah and she kissed his face clean. He cooed praise to her and petted her scarlet hair in place. Each little action each little barb to Lizbeth’s pride calculated to sow the seed of self doubt leading Lizbeth to began to wonder if she was not pleasing to Dashwood. If perhaps he did not like her full breasts, or if her hips were too wide. Perhaps he didn't like the sounds she made or Sarah had told him how wicked she was. Then as the little redhead gobble his cock into her throat Lizbeth Dalton finally broke.

"Please"

Lizbeth looked at him.

"I can please you."

“ Can you Miss Dalton….please me?”


Even as his question rang in her ears she could hear Sarah giggling as she lifted her eyes to the spread-eagled beauty.

“Sarah my sweet release Miss Dalton so she can please me.”

As Sarah came to Lizbeth the young beauty was now forced to act where her pride and hasty words had led her.

 

[wideeyedone]

Sarah unbound Lizbeth. Lizbeth almost collapsed on the mattress. She crumpled on the fine linens and took a moment to stretch her tired limps. She tossed her dark hair back.

Lizbeth looked at her captor with her deep brown eyes. His face told her nothing. She crawled up the bed to where he reclined. She lowered her mouth to his member and licked the length. She licked and kissed. He did not react. He did not touch her.

She took him in her mouth, sucking the best she could. She took about half of his length. She swirled her tongue around his ccok and murmured against his hot skin. Her backside wriggled in the air as she sucked him, her breasts rubbed against the fine, soft sheets.

"She is an eager, little bitch, my Lord." Sarah chuckled from beside the bed. But it was not Sarah's approval that Lizbeth ached for. She took a deep breath and took in another mouthfull causing herself to sputter and cough.

 

[cgraven]

Even as Sara freed Lizbeth from her physical bounds Dashwood strengthen the emotional bounds that now ensnared the young beauty. That seductive silence that goaded Miss Dalton’s pride, that emphasized that she was alone helpless and friendless and her fate rested in his hands. That he was the one that stood between her and Lord Baston and the little redheaded Harlot who now watched as Lizbeth shamelessly crawled up the bed to where he reclined……. lowered her mouth to his member and licked the length. She licked and kissed. He did not react. He did not touch her. Sarah her temptress, seductress and her tormentor who watch as Lizbeth greeted only with the Master’s silence redoubled her efforts as Sarah cooed ,


"She is an eager, little bitch, my Lord."

Sarah chuckled from beside the bed. But it was not Sarah's approval that Lizbeth ached for. She took a deep breath and took in another mouthful causing herself to sputter and cough.

With Lizbeth’s ripe lips obscenely “O”ed and her little button nose pressed to Dashwood’s groin, her sweet little mouth filled with his lustful manhood he let his hand drop to her head, his fingers losing her tightly bound hair to let his fingers slide through Lizbeth’s thick silken tresses. He gave a little growl of pleasure and simply whispered

“Yes”

Then Dashwood let his fingerers slip from the girl’s head letting that single word of praise take root to embolden her in her efforts to please his carnal desires.

 

[wideeyedone]

Lizbeth sighed with relief when he ran his fingers through her hair. But it didn't last nearly long enough. She began taking longer strokes with her mouth and slid her hands up his thighs and caressed him. She looked up at him with her mouth full.

But he seemed unmoved. Lizbeth whimpered, a begging sound in her throat. She almost sounded like a puppy begging for a treat. She rocked back on her knees, allowing herself to bob her mouth up and down on his member. Then, she allowed his cock to slip out of her lips and she nuzzled her face against it. She rubbed his cock against her lips, her cheeks, her breasts, her satiny hair.

"My lord." She whispered over and over, like a prayer. But it was not a prayer, but a plea. She offered her adoration with a deep need to feel his soft touch and his pleased voice again.

 

[cgraven]

The proud prim and proper Miss Dalton’s sigh of relief when he ran his fingers through her hair, told Dashwood how she longed to be cherished. And her little gasp of loss when he let his fingers slip from her hair told him how she longed to be touched and reassured that she was indeed pleasing to him. That one word so simple seemed to encourage the young beauty to redouble her efforts to please him with her sweet little mouth. She began taking longer strokes with her mouth and slid her hands up his thighs and caressed him. She looked up at him with her mouth full.

But he seemed unmoved. Lizbeth whimpered…

How adorable Lizbeth Dalton looked as she knelt there, a little pout on her lips “O”ed around his shaft, her stunning eyes pleading begging him as she moaned like a puppy begging for a treat. She rocked back on her knees, allowing herself to bob her mouth up and down on his member. Then, she allowed his cock to slip out of her lips and she nuzzled her face against it. She rubbed his cock against her lips, her cheeks, her breasts, and her satiny hair.

"My lord." She whispered over and over, like a prayer.

“Yes my sweet?”

Dashwood let his fingers run through her hair, let it slip from his fingers as if were liquid silk.

“Who are you my Sweet?”

Sir Francis’ voice a dark sensual temptation that wrapped around Lizbeth like a silken coil.


“ What will you deny Me?”

That dark smooth voice drawing her closer to him.

 

[wideeyedone]

He called her his sweet and although she could not explain it, his term of endearment sent shivers down her spine. She took his cock back in her mouth, adoring him.

He asked, "Who are you?" It only took a moment for her to answer. In the past, she would have listed her parentage and her full name.

"Your sweet Lizbeth." Was her only answer. She waited for a response but got none. Then he asked, "What will you deny me?" Lizbeth stopped her ministrations and knelt up and looked him in the eye.

"I can deny you nothing, my Lord. You own me." Her voice quavered as she spoke. She was terrified and tired and supple and wanting all at once. "I can deny you nothing."

She waited. She wanted him to tell her she had answered correctly. She wanted him to send away Sarah. She wanted him to cuddle her in his arms and tell her that she had done well in this initiation.

 

[cgraven]

"Your sweet Lizbeth."

Was Little Brunette’s only answer as she eagerly returned to pleasing her Master with her sweet little mouth.

"What will you deny me?"

The girl let his rock hard cock slip from between her full ripe lips with and obscene little POP Lizbeth knelt up and

Her soft doe eyes a mirror to her young innocent soul as she looked him in the eye. Sir Francis reveled in the conflict he saw flashing in those soft cool innocent depths. The terror, the supple desire to please him, the wanting the longing for she knew not what.

"I can deny you nothing, my Lord. You own me.

Lizbeth Dalton’s voice quivered with the conflict that raged within her. Her soft eyes no smoldering with an unholy need, a dark craving as she almost sobbed,

” I can deny you nothing."

Her innocent eyes told him all this sweet young girl desired her soul and open book to him. She wanted him to tell her she had answered correctly. She wanted him to send away Sarah. She wanted him to cuddle her in his arms and tell her that she had done well in this initiation.

Prove my sweet little whore Miss Dalton offer me your last vestige of innocence offer me your sweet tight virgin ass rape.

Sarah smiled as Dashwood demanded the last of the girl’s sweet innocence her last little guarded treasure, AS HE ASKED HER TO DO THE MOST SINFUL AND UNHOLY OF ACTS. Oh her little treasure would be taken weather she wanted it or not but the sight of her willingly submitting to her own annual rape thrilled the little redheaded Harlot.

 

[wideeyedone]

Lizbeth gasped at his request, her cheeks flame red with shame. Sarah laughed derisively. Lizbeth laid her hands on his thighs.
"Please, not that my lord." But she only got his hard stare.Lizbeth began to cry softly. But she did as she was told. She turned away from Dashwood and put her face to the bed. She arched her back as Sarah had and she waited.she had no idea how she looked with her untouched backside on display for her lord and master.

 

[cgraven]

Lizbeth gasped at his request, her cheeks flame red with shame. Sarah laughed derisively. Lizbeth laid her hands on his thighs.

"Please, not that my lord."

Her eyes so soft and innocent pleaded so eloquently for mercy. That he might ask some other service of her instead of this unholy and unnatural act. As soft and innocent as Lizbeth’s Dalton’s eyes were Sir Francis Dashwood’s where hard unflinching and unyielding. His eyes met the young innocents beauty’s, Lizbeth began to cry softly. But she did as she was told. She was graceful sensual in her hesitant compliance with his will. Such an innocent little lamb as She turned away from Dashwood and put her face to the bed. She arched her back as Sarah had and she waited. Dashwood smiled as the young girl assumed the position, as he trailed his finger tips over the firm sensual curve of the Lizbeth’s pert little ass, he wondered if she had the slightest idea of how she looked with her untouched backside on display for her lord and master.

Dashwood’s hands encircled the girl’s trim little waist as he knelt between her thighs. He slowly rolled his hips to hers letting the length of his aroused manhood slide along her sweet pink folds to be bathed in Lizbeth’s own sweet dewy nectar. Sarah watched in silence as Dashwood thumbs spread the girl’s virgin cheeks. She smile as she saw the anger red velvet head of his erection press to her virgin anus. And Sarah reveled in Lizbeth’s scream as Dashwood pressed into her virgin ass as he drew her hips back to him. When that little neither ring popped opened and his cock head logged in her virgin ass Dashwood halted to let the little virgin become accustom to him in her. He waited till her body relaxed before continuing her rape and seduction.

 

[wideeyedone]

Lizbeth was not prepared for the pain of his assault on her tight little ass. Her initial scream was full of pain and tinged with fear. She had expected to groan and whimper like Sarah. She could hear Sarah laughing. That only made it worse. She tried to hide her face against the bed. But she looked even more appealing tossing her hair back and forth. Her tight little opening tightly held his cock. She could feel it throbbing inside of her. She whimpered as he held still allowing her to adjust.

She started to scramble away. But his hands seized her hips with an iron grasp. It was then that his fucking started in earnest. She murmured and whimpered and cried. Each thrust made her feel as if she was going to tear in to. She felt wickedly dirty. She felt wanton and sinfull.

He reached down and found her clit. She was wet. Much to her shame.