An Unpaid Debt

[wideeyedone]

Lizbeth whimpered when she heard Baston was handing her over to Sarah. Somehow, it made matters worse to be handed over to her rival. Sarah tugged her collar and brought her to the tile room where she had washed her before. Sarah turned on the taps and pushed Lizbeth under the streams of hot water.

"You are such a dirty, little bitch, Lizbeth. Watching you take all of that fine cock has me in a right state." She tossed a bar of soap at her. "Wash up." Sarah watched as Lizbeth soaped her breasts and her sex and her ass. She washed the seed of the friars from her skin.

Sarah stood under one of the jets of water. She washed herself luxuriously. Then she stood before Lizbeth and opened her legs to her.

"Everyone has been so busy making you squirm, making you scream. Now, you are going to please me." Sarah pushed two fingers inside of herself and and then wiped her fingers on Lizbeth's lips. "Taste me, bitch"

Lizbeth hesitated. Sarah grabbed Lizbeth's dark hair and pulled her mouth to her wet sex. Lizbeth licked her hesitantly unsure of what to do. Sarah ground her clit against Lizbeth's nose and mouth, rocking her hips back and forth. It didn't take long to make Sarah climax. But Sarah kept pulling Lizbeth against her. Lizbeth's face was smeared with Sarah's pleasure.

Sarah then pushed her back. "Wash up." She said harshly. She turned her back and returned with the soap phallus. She placed it in Lizbeth's hand. "Your ass and your cunt are filthy and you are to be all clean and lovely for the feast. Clean yourself, deeply."

Lizbeth was too tired to fight her. She laid down on the wet tiles and washed herself with the giant soap dildo. She cleansed her aching sex first. She felt full and stretched and much to her shame she climaxed. Then she cried out as she slid the phallus into her ass. She felt as if she was going to tear in two and the soap burned.

"We are going to have to get you beautiful after this." Sarah said flatly, she looked bored.

 

[cgraven]

"You are such a dirty, little bitch, Lizbeth. Watching you take all of that fine cock has me in a right state." She tossed a bar of soap at her. "Wash up."

Sarah stood under one of the jets of water. She washed herself luxuriously. Then she stood before Lizbeth and opened her legs to her.

"Everyone has been so busy making you squirm, making you scream. Now, you are going to please me." Sarah pushed two fingers inside of herself and then wiped her fingers on Lizbeth's lips.

"Taste me, bitch"

Again Lizbeth Dalton was forced to her knees forced to please the redheaded harlot Sarah. Sarah used the young dark haired beauty and then Sarah then pushed her back.

"Wash up."

She said harshly. She turned her back and returned with the soap phallus. She placed it in Lizbeth's hand.

"Your ass and your cunt are filthy and you are to be all clean and lovely for the feast. Clean yourself, deeply."

Spent and exhausted her will to fight sapped from her Lizbeth Dalton reclined on the shimmering tiles of the shower. Her body shimmered with a thousand point of light as the shower beat down on her. Her body arched as Lizbeth slipped the large bulbous head of the soap phallus between the soft pink folds of her abused little pussy. Lizbeth’s head lulled side to side her sweet ripe lips “O”ed as she came to her shame, her supple young body bathed in the most delightful shade of pink from the tip of her nose to the tip of her curled toes as she quiver in ecstasy as the water beat down on her. Sarah smiled as the young girl let the soap dildo slip from her well used pussy to be pressed by Miss Dalton’s dainty hand to the dark star of her anus. She cried out as she slid the phallus into her ass. She felt as if she was going to tear in two and the soap burned. Yet she dutifully abused herself as she had been commanded by the little harlot.

"We are going to have to get you beautiful after this."

Sarah said flatly, she looked bored. A practiced look to hide the fact that she desired Lizbeth to be her lover her own little pet a pet to love and to train as she saw fit. Sarah acted to touch the girl to caress her to kiss her. The little redheaded harlot held out a towel to the wet and shivering Miss Dalton she held it wide spread for the girl to step into and the looked in her eyes was like the spider welcoming the fly to its web.

 

[wideeyedone]

Lizbeth let Sarah wrap her in the toweling. Sarah led her down the hall to small chamber. Inside the chamber was a small bed. Sarah rubbed her dry. She ran a brush through Lizbeth's hair. She pinned her hair up in an intricate arrangement. She chained Lizbeth's leash to a metal ring beside the bed.

"Rest, little bitch." Sarah offered. "We will come fetch you when the friars are feasting.

Sarah crawled into the bed and pulled the coverelt over herself. It only took a few moments for her to fall into a deep slumber. Her body and her mind were tired. She melted against the soft sheets. Sarah stayed just long enough to make sure that her charge was asleep.

Lizbeth was given several hours to rest and then she was awakened by several of the pleasure whores of Hellfire. They rubbed glistening oil into her skin, they painted her lips a deep ruby red, they lined her eyes with kohl. She looked at herself in the proferred mirror. She almost didn't recognizer herself. She could see Baston's bite marks still on her breasts, but her face looked so different and her slender throat in the bulky leather collar looked alien to her.

The whore lead her to the dining room. The table was extended and covered with even more food than it had been the night she arrived at the abbey. The women led her to the golden cage beside the table. She had to get on her knees to get inside. The golden cage had a velvet pillow inside. She looked like a noblewoman's lapdog.

 

[cgraven]

"Rest, little bitch." Sarah offered.

"We will come fetch you when the friars are feasting.

The little redheaded harlot watched as the spent and exhausted young beauty feel in to a fitful sleep. Sarah was quite pleased with herself and the progression of Miss Dalton’s training. She had been quite pleased when the girl run to ground and made to play the part of the Bitch for Lord Baston’s hounds had become aroused despite her brutal use and rape. Sarah had seen the unholy fire in the girl’s eyes as she realized she was the center of attention and that all present lusted to possess her. Sarah smile was a wicked smile as she would soon continue training the proud young Miss Dalton’s sensual young body to crave the Dark pleasures and pain the Sir Francis Dashwood’s Hell fire club had to offer.

Lizbeth was given several hours to rest and then she was awakened by several of the pleasure whores of Hellfire. They rubbed glistening oil into her skin, they painted her lips a deep ruby red, they lined her eyes with kohl. She looked at herself in the proffered mirror. She could see Baston's bite marks still on her breasts, but her face looked so different and her slender throat in the bulky leather collar looked alien to her.

The whore led her to the dining room. The table was extended and covered with even more food than it had been the night she arrived at the abbey. The women led her to the golden cage beside the table. She had to get on her knees to get inside. Sara smiled as she saw Lizbeth lead in like a pampered pet, naked as the day she was born. Her sweet little pussy shaved bare so not a single fine hair hid her naked perfection or offered her the slightest bit of modesty. Lizbeth’s skin shimmered with the fine coat of oil with which her body had been anointed. It was not a powerful aphrodisiac but one that would make the evening must amusing for those that watched the sweet little bird in her cage.

The golden cage had a velvet pillow inside. She looked like a noblewoman's lapdog, as she crawled into the cage. Before the door was closed and lock Sarah came to her little pet. She lifted Lizbeth’s chin with a single finger. Her eyes softened just a bit as her lips brushed the girl’s in a sensually erotic little kiss that tempted and seduced. Sarah let the kiss linger even as her finger tips brushed Lizbeth’s pierced nipples. Slowly the redheaded harlot broke their kiss.


“A little gift for you my dear.”

In the palm of Sarah’s hand where three large pearls. Sarah took her time arousing Lizbeth’s nipples each in turn before clipping a large pearl to each. There was no doubt where Sarah intended to place the last pearl. She seductively massaged the hapless girl’s clit and then clipped the largest pear to Miss Lizbeth Dalton’s clit ring so it would ride and arouse that little pearl of pleasure. Finally the cage was locked and hoisted so the girl could be seen by all and she in turn could see the feast of debauchery spread out before her but denied her as well.

 

[wideeyedone]

Lizbeth looked down on the feast below her. The friars were feasting on platters of meat, deep bowls of succulent fruit, glasses of wine, and tankards of ale. And then the beauties were brought in. There were atleast a dozen women that came in. They were dressed in the garb of belly dancers. Each one wore diaphonous fabric over their breasts, which allowed their hard nipples to show through. Each of them had their hair plaited into a tight braid. They were giggling and pouring wine. They circled around the table. THey walked until they were chosen by one of the friars. Then the true debauchery stared.

Baston of course had grabbed Sarah. He had her on her hands and knees with her face to the floor. He was already rubbing his cock against her ass. But her eyes went to Dashwood. Dashwood had an elegant blond kneeling at his feet. She laid her cheek on his thigh and then she opened his breeches, and was kissing the lovely head of his cock.

Lizbeth felt her body throb as she watched. She could see and hear the pleasure going on beneath her. One of "Baston's hounds" was spanking his pleasure girl beneath her. The smack of his hand left perfect handprints on her ivory skin. Lizbeth tried to catch Dashwood's eye. But it was truly if she wasn't there. She could hear whimpers and moans, and even cries of pleasure and pain. But she was in her cage and each move she made made the pearls that Sarah had placed on her wiggle and torment her.

 

[cgraven]

Miss Lizbeth Dalton in all her naked glory was imprisoned in her golden cage. A tableau of heathenistic debauchery spread out beneath her. The Oils that anointed her supple young body gave her silken alabaster skin a golden shimmering glow. The pearls that graced the young girl’s nipples pulled and tugged at her taunt nipples with her slightest move as she watched both festinated and replied by the obscenity that was laid before her innocent young eyes.

A dozen women that came in. They were dressed in diaphanous fabric over their breasts, which allowed their hard nipples to show through. Each of them had their hair plaited into a tight braid. They were giggling and pouring wine. They circled around the table. Each on display as if they were a tasty morsel, each waiting to be chosen to be a sensual delight. Then the true debauchery stared. Baston’s choice was the redheaded harlot Sarah Who he took very much as Charles had taken Lizbeth in the woods taken her like a bitch in heat. Yet it was to Lord Dashwood that the hapless beauty’s eyes were drawn. Dashwood had an elegant blond kneeling at his feet. She laid her cheek on his thigh and then she opened his breeches, and was kissing the lovely head of his cock. She was very young perhaps a year or two younger than Lizbeth herself this golden beauty was hardly more than a child and yet she seemed so eager to please the master of Thélème Abbey. Had she looked as young and innocent as she had given herself to Lord Francis?

The pearl that Sarah had placed on the girl’s clit ring now pressed hard against her own pearl of passion the arousal of the captive beauty in the golden cage filled the room like an exotic perfume. Sarah smiled as she looked back over her shoulder at the proud naked beauty that had been Miss Lizbeth Dalton.

“Do you not have fingers girl?”

She taunted the caged beauty.

 

[wideeyedone]

Lizbeth mewled like a kitten. Her need was great and she was ashamed by how deeply she wanted to be used by Dashwood. She wanted him to pin her down and take her hard. She wanted him to fuck her mouth until it was sore, she wanted his cock buried in her untill she climaxed again and again.

She found herself rubbing her knuckles against her clit. She rocked back and forth, making the cage sway. She whimpered and moaned, her hand getting slick with her own pleasure.

She whimpered as she watched the delicate beauty adoring Dashwood's hardened cock. She was toying with him, delaying his pleasure.

"Please," She whimpered. "Please."

 

[cgraven]

The little caged beauty’s shame was great as she blushed crimson with her sinful desire to be used by Lord Dashwood. Her delicate fingers strayed to her shaven pussy and the shimmering pearl that pressed so seductively to her clit and yet it brought her no relief from her dark desires. Lizbeth mewled like a kitten, she found herself rubbing her knuckles against her clit. She rocked back and forth, making the cage sway. She whimpered and moaned, her hand getting slick with her own pleasure.

How desperately she tried to catch her master’s attention and yet his Lordship seemed to be enthralled with the young blonde who teased him so, toying with him, delaying his pleasure.

"Please,……….Please."

The once proud Miss Dalton whimpered as she tried to catch Lord Dashwood’s attention. But he was too busy with his little blonde to bother with yesterday’s play toy. All Lizbeth had managed to do was to catch the attention of Baston and the redhead harlot Sarah. Baston whispered something into Sarah’s ear. She giggled as she looked up at Lizbeth in her swaying cage, then gave the wicked little laugh. She crawled from Sir John Baston to lavish her attentions on his son Charles. Lizbeth was helpless as the little harlot was welcomed into the arms of her beloved Charles to frolic in the most obscene manner.

The only ones attention that the hapless beauty was able to attract was that of Sir John Baston. He stood before her cage and drew from his pocket the most evil looking two headed dildo. I was in the shape of a “U” each end having a bulbous phallic head. He pressed the evil instrument into her dainty hand.

“You can defile both your pussy and ass with this little toy Miss Dalton for my amusement,! You may even be able to arouse Lord Dashwood’s lust for you again. Or shall I use it on you so you can play the innocent my sweet little bitch?”

 

[wideeyedone]

Lizbeth looked at the toy and looked at Dashwood. Then she stole a glance at Charles as he emerged himself in the debauchery. He was swilling liquor and had a beauty attending to him. He was tearing away her diaphonous clothing. She tossed the toy back at Baston.

"Go back to your harlot, Sarah." She knew she was being too bold, she knew that she was probably going to pay for her insolence. But she didn't care at that moment. Her body was on fire and she jealous. She was madly jealous. Dashwood was playing with some lovely girl, a girl with golden skin and golden hair and big blue eyes. And Charles seemed to be even more enraptured with his new plaything than he had been in the woods.

Why did she long so for Dashwood's attention? She wanted him to have his eyes on her. She wanted him to order her cage lowered so that he could take her into his lap and kiss and cuddle her and then use her deep and hard.

"Go away, Baston." She hissed softly. Her cheeks were flushed red. Her heart thrummed against her chest as she waited to see what might happen.

 

[cgraven]

Much to Lizbeth’s horror the only people that seemed to take an interest in her and her golden cage where the little redheaded harlot and Lord Baston. Charles as he emerged himself in the debauchery. He was swilling liquor and had a beauty attending to him. He was tearing away her diaphanous clothing. Dashwood was playing with some lovely girl, a girl with golden skin and golden hair and big blue eyes. Baston noticed the twinge of jealousy and the dark longing in Lizbeth Daltons soft eyes even as she tossed the toy back at Baston.

"Go back to your harlot, Sarah……. Go away, Baston."

The proud little beauty boldly hissed . Lizbeth’s cheeks were flushed red as she blushed seeing Charles even more enraptured with his new plaything than he had been with her in the woods. She was a bold little thing and her rebellion so pleased Lord Baston. One look at his firry and lust crazed eyes Lizbeth knew she had been too bold, for now Dashwood looked at her in her golden cage and she knew that she was probably going to pay for her insolence.

“Baston old man have Sarah use the Doubled headed dildo on our Miss Dalton I long to see her doubly impaled.”

Baston Smiled as did Sarah as Lizbeth was once more delivered into her hands. Baston Charles and Sarah dragged the frightened beauty from her golden cage. Her wrist were bound and she was hung from the same hook as her cage had been. Hoisted into the air Charles grabbed a riding crop as Sarah spun the hapless beauty. The stinging kiss of the leather danced over her thighs, firm little drearier and kissed her delicate Mons until every never in her neither regions was on fire. Then her spinning was stilled her trim little ankles ensnared in silken cords and drawn apart baring her most intimately to the assembled throng. Miss Lizbeth Dalton was no the center of attention as Sarah brought the double headed “U” shaped Dildo to press to her delicate folds.

I shall make you scream in pain my sweet and then in the most sinful pleasure.

Sarah kissed Lizbeth as she slipped the hideous instrument into her tight little enflamed pussy.

I do fight me my sweet so your pain will be all the more delicious.

Sarah rocked the device and the other head tore into the girl’s tight little ass. Sarah relished Lizbeth’s pain as she slowly began to seduce her treacherous young body.

 

[wideeyedone]

Lizbeth screamed out when Sarah forced the second head of the phallus into her tightest opening. Her toes barely touched the floor and her whole body was straining. Lizbeth gasped as the bulbous head pressed deeper into her.

She felt tears begin to threaten. She blinked quickly trying to fight them off. But with the riding crop biting at her thighs and the dildo pressing and twisting inside of her, she couldn't stop herself. She bit her lip. Lizbeth had no idea how tantalizing she looked hanging from her hook. Her hair fell around her face and down her back. Her delicate porcelain complection flushed pink. Her cheeks showing her shame and arousal.

"Isn't that Dalton's tasty little daughter?" One of the other men asked as he watched Lizbeth dangle from her hook. There was no where for Lizbeth to hide. The pearls dangling from her nipples and clit were her only adornment. Her arms stretched above her head put her breasts on display.

"Yes, she is bought and paid for. She is our tasty little whore, now." Baston bellowed. "She is a wanton one. She has been easy to convert to pleasure. She is insatiable."

With each of Baston's words, Sara pushed the dildo in again and again. Lizbeth whimpered and moaned and cried out. She trembled, her breasts bouncing with the thrusts of Sara's hand. Sara punished Lizbeth, pounding into Lizbeth for her willfullness, for her wantonness, for her desire to be the center of attention, for her lust for Dashwood. Sara dragged her nails down Lizbeth's creamy ass, leaving red streaks on her skin.

"Please.... please.... Mistress, please." Lizbeth begged. She sobbed as the first climax rocked her body. "I am sorry, Mistress. Please."

 

[cgraven]

Lizbeth screamed out when Sarah forced the second head of the phallus into her tightest opening. Her toes barely touched the floor and her whole body was straining. Lizbeth gasped as the bulbous head pressed deeper into her.

Sarah savored those sweet clarion notes of pain as the luscious little beauty bucked and withered under her fiendish assault. The little redheaded harlot set up a sensual rhythm as she rocked the “U” shaped dildo in and out of the hapless bound beauty’s tight little pussy and her even tighter little ass. One moment waves of sinful pleasure rippled through Lizbeth’s fragile young body as the dildo sunk deep in to her hungry little pussy. Then Sarah rocked her hand back driving the hideous device deep with in her torture little ass and the searing pain engulfed Miss Dalton. Lizbeth had no idea how tantalizing she looked hanging from her hook. Her hair fell around her face and down her back. Her delicate porcelain complexion flushed pink. Her cheeks showing her shame and arousal.

"Isn't that Dalton's tasty little daughter?"


"Yes, she is bought and paid for. She is our tasty little whore, now."

Baston bellowed.

"She is a wanton one. She has been easy to convert to pleasure. She is insatiable."

The “U” shaped shaft of the dildo glistened with Lizbeth’s shameful arousal her own treacherous young body giving proof to Baston’s galling accusation. With each of Baston's words, Sara pushed the dildo in again and again. Lizbeth whimpered and moaned and cried out. She trembled, her breasts bouncing with the thrusts of Sara's hand and the crowd went wild with their cheers.

” Please.... please.... Mistress, please. I am sorry, Mistress. Please."

Lizbeth begged. She sobbed as the first climax rocked her body.

“Would you like to see our little whore dance for us?”

YES!!!

They roared. Baston stood before Lizbeth his head lowered his lips parted as they approached her perfect firm young breast. He let the girl shiver in fear and anticipation for his bite yet he merrily kissed her taunt little nipple. Baston raised his eyes to meet his bound victim. It was then that Miss Lizbeth Dalton caught the gleam of candle light off the sharp tip of a long delicate needle. Baston held her tear shimmering eyes captive as her slipped the point of the needle under the skin of the girl's areola. He watched as she jerked from the pain and then he showed her the second needle. There where twenty in all ten for each breast. And each member took delight as they took their turn to torture the young beauty that could not refuse them.

 

[wideeyedone]

Lizbeth whispered and murmurred. She begged for mercy, but there was none. She even begged Dashwood to come to her aid but he did not rescue her from Baston. Baston slowly and deliberately slid the needle under her skin. SHe cried out and almost lost her footing, her knees buckled underneath her. Baston just laughed. He passed out the needles.

One by one, the men of the Hellfire club took their turn. Lovely tears dripped off of Lizbeth's cheeks. She cried like a child sent to the corner for punishment and those tears were punctuated with small little pleas and cries as each man took his turn with the needles. Sara had left her torment device inside of Lizbeth.

"She still wants Dashwood." Sarah laughed. "She wants to be his special girl. She thinks she is his love, instead of just a trollop of this house."

Lizbeth closed her eyes in shame and cried in earnest. Sara always saw right through her. Sara could see how much she wanted Dashwood to desire her. And yet, Dashwood did nothing while needle after needle pierced her.

 

[cgraven]

Lizbeth whispered and murmured. She begged for mercy, but there was none. She was as she had longed for the center of attention ever eye was on her each member of the Hellfire Club to their dark pleasures from her bound supple body and with the stinging kiss of each needle and its accompanying searing pain Miss Lizbeth Dalton Danced for them in her agony. The hapless young beauty begged Dashwood to come to her aid but he did not rescue her from Baston for his attentions were focused on the sweet young golden haired beauty that he seemed to be enthralled with to the exclusion of all else.

” She still wants Dashwood."

Sarah laughed.

" She wants to be his special girl. She thinks she is his love, instead of just a trollop of this house."

The little redheaded Harlots words as always hit their mark and cut Lizbeth Dalton to the quick as no other seemed to be able to. And Sarah relished in the dark power she had over the little proud aristocrat. Dashwood did nothing while needle after needle pierced her.

Me Lord our little whore desires your special attention

Lord Baston Hissed.

“ She does, does she?”

Dashwood answered distractedly as he suckled at his little blonde’s nipple.


“Very well.”

Sir Francis kissed his golden play toy as he had once kissed Lizbeth. He let that kiss linger and deepen. Then braking it he strolled to where Sweet Miss Dalton hung from her hook. Baston placed a bejeweled needle into Dashwood’s hand. His eyes met Lizbeth’s for a moment and held them.

“Sarah be so kind as to place this needle for me.

Sarah smiled as she took the bejeweled needle from Dashwood and with a sadistic smile bowing her lips she eased the little hood of the bound beauty’s clit back and then dove the needle slowly through Lizbeth’s delicate skin baring her throbbing clit to all.

Sarah here is your needle.

The redheaded harlot took the long needle and let its point trail along the helpless girl’s inner thigh.

Where to pierce my little pet.

Sarah held Lizbeth’s gaze as she handed her needle to Dashwood.

“Sir Francis a favor for a favor.”


Dashwood took the needle and pressed it through Lizbeth’s left nipple the one closest to her broken heart. Then without a second glance her returned to his little blonde his back to the bound beauty.

When Dashwood hand cruelly pierced the tip of the girl’s nipple Sarah began to rock the “U” shaped dildo again fucking the pierced beauty as she had never been fucked before . Now Baston approached her with the last remaining needle his eyes filled with sadistic joy as Miss Lizbeth Dalton was his! His to do with her as he pleased. Now that Dashwood had tiered of her for the moment.

 

[wideeyedone]

Lizbeth hung her head and sobbed as the orgasm left her body. Tears dripped off her cheeks and onto her sensitive breasts. One by one the friars of Hellfire removed their needles. Lizbeth closed her eyes and continued to cry. Sara stood over her nemesis with a cheshire cat grin.

"Poor spoiled little Lizzie. Soon she will be washing dishes and cleaning bed chambers like the other forgotten girls." Sara cooed.

Charles looked at her. "She isn't set for the scullery yet." He laughed and took a swig of wine.

Baston unhooked Lizbeth and laid her over his shoulder, carrying the bound beauty out of the room.

"Stop your tears, Lizbeth" Baston growled. Lizbeth sniffled as he carried her to his private chamber. No one was going to save her. No one was going to stop him. Her breasts stung and her backside was throbbing. The dildo was still inside her and she was throbbing with heat. Even as hard as she cried, her wetness dripped down her thighs.

 

[cgraven]

"Poor spoiled little Lizzie. Soon she will be washing dishes and cleaning bed chambers like the other forgotten girls."

Sara cooed as the fragile little bound beauty bucked and thrashed with the violence of her orgasm. The girl’s cheeks blazed crimson with the shame of that sinful pleasure.

"She isn't set for the scullery yet."

Taunted Charles Baston as he threw his head back guzzling his wine.

"Stop your tears, Lizbeth"

Baston growled as he unhooked Lizbeth and laid her over his shoulder. He had come to claim her as his own. As he carrying the bound beauty out of the room her beloved Sir Francis Dashwood did not give her a second glance as he amused himself with his latest little golden toy.

Lizbeth Dalton was sniffling like a broken hearted school girl as Baston dumped her onto his bed and slid the bolt home. No one was going to save her. No one was going to stop him. Her breasts stung and her backside was throbbing. The dildo was still inside her and she was throbbing with heat. Even as hard as she cried, her wetness dripped down her thighs.

“Sarah did a very nice job arousing you with my little gift Lizbeth but I think you could do much better my sweet!”

There was a dark edge to Baston’s voice and the proud Miss Dalton had learned that he had a very dark side and anything but complete obedience to his desires would bring her the most severe pain and humiliation. Baston was busing himself with the hundreds of candles that filled his private chambers he lit each one and soon The naked young beauty was bathed in a pale golden light that danced over her porcelain skin and gave it a pale golden hue.

“ Lizbeth……….”

His voice dark and ominous.


“……….you may start NOW.”

It was clear that he wished her to abuse herself as Sarah had abused and aroused her as she hung from her hook in the dining hall.

 

[wideeyedone]

"Lord Baston, please...." Lizbeth whimpered. "I ... I..." She stammered and the heat in Baston's eyes was enough to make her stop.

She laid on her back on the satin coverlet. The candles glowed at her from every side. She reached down and felt the slickness on the dildo. She began slowly thrusting the implement. She took long, slow strokes, teasing herself. SHe placed her feet flat on the bed, drawing up her knees to get a better angle.

She could see the hunger on Baston. He did not look away and she was sure he was licking his lips. She felt like little red riding hood delivered to the Wolf. She closed her eyes as she felt her hips start to buck. She whimpered and moaned and gasped and she could feel her hot, silky nectar covering her hand and her wrist as she fucked herself.

Lizbeth screamed out when the climax washed over her body. Her thighs trembled and she struggled to catch her breath.

"Did I please you, Lord Baston?" She asked soflty, her big brown eyes imploring him.

 

[cgraven]

"Lord Baston, please...." Lizbeth whimpered.

"I ... I..."

She stammered and the heat in Baston's eyes was enough to make her stop.

Oh how Lizbeth’s life had changed no longer the daughter of a peer of the realm but the strumpet of the Hellfire Club bought and paid for.

She laid on her back on the satin coverlet. The candles glowed at her from every side. She reached down and felt the slickness on the dildo.

The man she had adored in her childish innocence, Charles Baston Esquire, was amusing himself with a whore at the is very moment. The biting sting of his words that very afternoon as he took her like a little bitch in heat brought the crimson blush to her cheeks.

She took long, slow strokes, teasing herself. She placed her feet flat on the bed, drawing up her knees to get a better angle.

The man who had awoken her darkest passions and taught her the joys of sinful pleasure, Lord Francis Dashwood, had found a new little golden morsel to savor.

She whimpered and moaned and gasped and she could feel her hot, silky nectar covering her hand and her wrist as she fucked herself.

His eyes like burning coals bore into her stripping her very soul bare. This man the author of her agony, shame and humiliation. This man who she feared more than any other. Lord John Baston watched as the young beauty screamed out when the climax washed over her body. Her thighs trembled and she struggled to catch her breath.

Here in his private chambers where none other than he could see, where she was completely at his mercy Miss Lizbeth Dalton cooed softly.

"Did I please you, Lord Baston?"

The girl’s big brown eyes imploring him, sought his approval for her performance. Baston lips brushed hers in a most sensual kiss.

“A pleasing start Miss Dalton.”

Again his lips pressed to hers in a seductive kiss to temp her. One that would draw her to him, required her to rise to him, to press that kiss home, if she desired more. For each little step that she took he rewarded her with a taste of pleasure.

“You want more don’t you Miss Dalton………..”

He did not give the hapless young beauty and opportunity to answer.

“You need darker pleasures don’t you Miss Dalton……”

He pressed a single finger to her sweet ripe lips to silence her protest before the words slip passed those luscious lips.


“You lust for pain to heighten your dark sinful pleasure don’t you Miss Dalton? Shall I Master you girl bend you to my will make you my little whore?”

 

[wideeyedone]

Lizbeth shook her head. "I do not want this. I did not ask for this life. You seem to forget that I was to wed Charles and be a respectable wife. I did not ask for any of this."

She tried to look at him with an innocent face and her big doe eyes. She blinked her long lashes at him. He seemed completely unmoved. He almost looked like he was going to laugh.

"What would happen? What would happen if i ran away and went to London? If I told everyone about this wicked place and your debauchery?" She sneered. "You can't keep me here forever. People are going to ask where I am. My mother and father won't be able to say that I am a governess forever."

She pulled out the dildo and tossed it onto the floor. "I am not your plaything. I am not afraid of you." She sat up straight and gave him her bravest look.

Her bravada was wearing thin as Baston stared her down. Her voice quavered and she began to tremble. She felt cold and small and exposed.

"Please, Lord Baston. Charles will still need a wife." The cold smile that spread across Baston's face terrified her. She began to cower before him. SHe knew that he was more than angry. She watched his face get harder and harder.

"I am s... s... sorry."

 

[cgraven]

"I do not want this. I did not ask for this life. You seem to forget that I was to wed Charles and be a respectable wife. I did not ask for any of this."

She tried to look at him with an innocent face and her big doe eyes. She blinked her long lashes at him. Yet a wry smiled bowed Baston’s lips for he saw deep in those clear doe eyes and dark smoldering fire that belied Miss Lizbeth Dalton’s fervent protests.

"What would happen? What would happen if i ran away and went to London? If I told everyone about this wicked place and your debauchery?………..You can't keep me here forever. People are going to ask where I am. My mother and father won't be able to say that I am a governess forever………. "I am not your plaything. I am not afraid of you."

The words had slipped from her lips in a flood of desperation. They had come without concern of the consequences they might bring. With a show of bravado Lizbeth threw the “U” shaped dildo from her . It was then that she began to tremble and her blazing eyes met the cold dark gaze of Lord Baston.

"Please, Lord Baston. Charles will still need a wife."

The cold smile that spread across Baston's face terrified her. She began to cower before him. She knew that he was more than angry. She watched his face get harder and harder.

"I am s... s... sorry."

“Your sorry are you pet?”

There was a cold rasp to Baston’s voice his anger more a display for the terrified young girl’s benefit then anything else.

“Prove it Miss Dalton! Become my little whore and give yourself to me unconditionally.”


The silence between them was deafening Lizbeth knew what she must do to placate him. His taunting words came back to her “You lust for pain to heighten your dark sinful pleasure don’t you Miss Dalton? Shall I Master you girl bend you to my will make you my little whore?…………You need darker pleasures don’t you Miss Dalton……

Baston had left Lizbeth no place to hide.

 

[wideeyedone]

It took a moment to sink in. Baston's words rocked through her. She did not want to escape, she did not understand her desires.

"Lord Baston, " she stammered. "I do not know my own heart. SOmetimes, I rebel against my hunger, sometimes I am ashamed by it. Sometimes, i am consumed by it and feel free to sate it."

She hung her head and knelt up before him as best she could.

"Can you help me understand this darkness inside of me? I want you to... I need you to hurt me and yet, I don't know why. I fear it. I fear Sarah. I fear Lord Dashwood's rejection. I fear being desired and I fear being undesirable. Was this always in me? or was it because I am here?"

One question after another tumbled out of her mouth even as pretty tears streamed down her face.

 

[cgraven]

"Lord Baston, "

Lizbeth stammered as she blushed crimson .

"I do not know my own heart. Sometimes, I rebel against my hunger, sometimes I am ashamed by it. Sometimes, i am consumed by it and feel free to sate it."

The young beauty’s blush turned from crimson to scarlet as she dose to her knees and demurely hung her head to avert Baston’s piercing gaze. The words of her confession now tumbled from her sweet ripe lips in a flood of emotions as crystalline tears streamed down her flawless cheeks. The proud young beauty now lifted her eyes to his.

"Can you help me understand this darkness inside of me?”

The next words that passed those sweet lips pleased Baston to no end.

“ I want you to... I need you to hurt me and yet, I don't know why. I fear it. I fear Sarah. I fear Lord Dashwood's rejection. I fear being desired and I fear being undesirable. Was this always in me? or was it because I am here?"

The girl hid from his gaze once more. Baston lifted her eyes to his with a single finger his lips brushed hers to silence the flood of questions as he invited her to surrender to his kiss. He gave Lizbeth’s pouty ripe lower lip a sharp little bite when she hesitated. He raped her sweet young mouth with a brutal and demanding kiss and when he broke it he simply said .

“Go to the chest and bring me the implements you wish to be tormented with.”

Lord Baston intended to give Miss Dalton everything she asked for and so much more. Though her resistance had been sweet her willing surrender to her fate and her embrace of her darker passions offered certain pleasures of dark seduction that thrilled Baston.

 

[wideeyedone]

Lizbeth walked to the proffered pleasure chest. She opened the latch with her delicate fingers and looked at the implements inside. She didn't even know what all of them were for. Her fingers hovered over leather and steel and glass.

Baston allowed her to explore the chest in silence. She touched the tools of his domination without asking any questions even though she had a million questions she wanted to ask.

She pulled out a flog. The heavy leather strips fell like rain over the palm of her hand. Then she chose a leather covered wooded paddle. She looked over the trays of tools and chose a tray of dildoes and plugs.

She laid her choices at Baston's feet. Her fingers were trembling. Then she knelt down with her face to the floor. She waited. Her heart was pounding and her mouth felt dry. She did her best to be still and be patient. She closed her eyes and did her best to just let go, to give herself over.

 

[cgraven]

Oh how his little dove had fluttered darted and dashed about her elaborate little cage before finally surrendering. Baston watched as Miss Lizbeth Dalton returned to him, laid her choices at his feet. He saw how her delicate fingers trembling. The way she gracefully sunk to her knees before him and then in one fluid and sensual motion prostrated her self before him with her face to the floor. Baston let his little dove waited. He let the young beauty anticipate what was to come. He saw how her heart was pounding and her mouth felt dry. She did her best to be still and be patient. She closed her eyes and did her best to just let go, to give herself over.

He took the flogger and gave it a shake. Its long sinuous leathery tongues slithered to life anxious to taste Lizbeth’s supple flesh. He draped it over her prostrated figure the hungry leathery tongues caressing her back and firm little ass in a most sensual and seductive manner.

“Rise to your knees girl place your hands behind your head and open your thighs to me.”

Baston gave the flogger a sharp quick flick and a crack as loud as a clap of thunder rang out leaving no doubt that he could either grant pleasure or pain as he chose.

“ After each strike you will thank me girl and ask for another please….”

He held Lizbeth’s eyes captive in his unblinking gaze.

“ Shall we begin my dear.”

It was a statement more than a question and before the young girl could answer the hungering tongues of the flogger reached out for her they curled around her lithe young body and the firry tongue greedily licked at Lizbeth’s breasts and nipples.

 

[wideeyedone]

She had expected the flog to fall on her skin with a solid thud, but instead the leather stung her with a hundred little bites against her flesh.

"Thank you, Master. M.. M... May I have another." Her voice trembled, but she stayed in position for Baston. She took a deep breath and waited. When the flog snapped against her again, a sharp cry escaped her lips. But somehow the pain, the sharp sensations, it was allowing the pent up dark feelings inside of her to let go.

She began blinking back tears. But she didn't forget to thank her Master and ask for another stroke, even with the sensations and emotions coursing through her.

The flog left beautiful pink marks on her porcelain skin. And the more he struck her, more tears, more arousal, more heat inside of her.