An Unpaid Debt

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Dashwood and his little following watched as Miss Lizbeth Dalton was taken by the ebony giant. They loved the way she whimpered and struggled against her brutal rape. They watched almost mesmerized as the young Miss Dalton stopped struggling and seemed to embrace her fate. They were thrilled when Lizbeth threw back her head in ecstasy just like a young Filly winning in primal pleasure of her first breeding.

"Look how wet she is, the dirty little whore."

The accusation stung the young girl, as she chanted her mantra "I am arousal, desire and pleasure. I am darkness and pleasure." Other soft feminine hands caressed Lizbeth’s soft velvet inner thighs as her ebony stallion pulled from her leavening so empty but hardly alone. The women crowed around the bound little beauty petting her as if she was a little filly. Running their hands over her body caressing and teasing her pert young breast. Massaging her throbbing clit till Lizbeth was panting and groaning against her bit.

Oh can we see her prance and gallop again Lord Dashwood? They cooed.

“Paul put her through her paces.”

Young Miss Dalton was freed from the Breeding stand and led out into the center of the cobbled palazzo. Paul cracked the lunging whip, calling to Lizbeth to go through her paces for their dark amusement. Paul and Noah had no intention of showing her any mercy but to push Lizbeth to the very edge of her endurance, and to strip away the last of her pride.

 

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At first Lizbeth was unsteady on her feet, like a foal. But she took a few deep breaths and the whip cracked against her skin. She began trotting on the courtyard. The taps on her boots ringing out in a steady rythym.
Another strike of the whip and a cluck of Paul's tongue and she was galloping. She galloped in circles until her skin was glistening and their was semen dripping down her thighs.

The whip bit into her flanks as she galloped, she obeyed each command with her knees high, her back arched and her breasts jiggling. She did not allow herself to look around, she kept her eyes straight ahead.

She heard Sara's voice and Baston's. She could even hear Charles from time to time. But she focused only on Paul's voice.

 

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Like a new born little filly Lizbeth was unsteady and wobble on her feet after her vicious fucking. Paul clucked and called her just as if she were a skidish young foal. The sharp kiss of the whip seductively kissed the young beauty’s tight little ass. Lizbeth began to prance her knees high, the metal taps of her boots echoing in the cobbles like the shoes of a horse. The young beauty held her hands high, elbows bent as she became Paul’s naughty little felly.

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The seductive tempting kiss of the whip danced high on her upper inner thigh so close to her hot little pussy and Miss Lizbeth Dalton broke into a gallop. She galloped in circles until her skin was glistening……….The whip bit into her flanks as she galloped, she obeyed each command with her knees high, her back arched and her breasts jiggling………….She kept her eyes straight ahead like a good little filly.

Images and voice from her passed flashed by until what was true and what was illusion became one. Her lost life and love Charles. Her first heady flush of passion and submission Dashwood. Sara under who’s tongue she screamed in ecstasy, and on who’s sweet dewy nectar she had so eagerly supped upon. Lord Baston, friar John, her persecutor, her betrayer, her lover. But it was Paul's voice she focused on it was Paul who she must now please.


Finally The little filly who had once been Miss Lizbeth Dalton, the toast of Mayfair, the fiancée Charles Baston esquire, was led exhausted back to her stables. Her hated bit was removed from her mouth and Paul simply said

Come to me girl!


He opened his arms to her a momentary shelter a moment to be a woman again if she could but just please him.

 

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Lizbeth paused for a moment, relishing the freedom to move her mouth as she wished and then Paul opened his arms to her. She needed no time to think it over. She threw herself in his strong arms, burying her face in his barrel chest.

Lizbeth kissed and nuzzled his chest, rubbing her breasts against him. Her hands delicately slid up and down his sides, stroking his warm skin through his skirt. She pressed her concave belly to his sex, feeling him thick and hard through his trousers. It made her smile to know that he was already aroused. She slithered against him almost purring.

Lizbeth let her hands slide down, cupping his backside and then curving around to stroke his powerful cock through his clothes.

She wasn't sure if she was allowed to speak, so instead, she covered his throat and his jaw with tiny kisses.

 

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Paul loved the way this proud white beauty surrendered so sweetly to him how boldly she let her hands caress him. He looked down into her soft adoring eyes.

Whinny for me Miss Dalton. His smile warm.

Please me as if I was your Lord and Master.

 

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Lizbeth tossed her head back and whinnied for him. Then she slipped to her knees. She opened his trousers.

Lizbeth knelt before him and rubbed his cock against her face. She rubbed his heat against her eyelids and her cheeks.

She opened her mouth and suckled him. She sucked him sweetly, adoring him. She rocked back and forth on her heels. She took him in and out of her throat, all the way in and all the way out, again and again.

She licked and sucked and kissed his cock, her eyes closed, her hair falling around her face.

 

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Lizbeth tossed her head back and whinnied for him, knelt before him and rubbed his cock against her face. Lizbeth did as he had commanded her and now the stunning young beauty sucked him sweetly, adoring him.

Paul ran his dark ebony fingers through her hair. He lit it drip from his finger tips as if it were liquid silk flowing down over her shoulders and framing her angelic face. Lizbeth’s sweet ripe lips “O”ed around Paul’s ebony shaft. Her little headed sweetly bobbing up and down the dark shimmering shaft of his cock. Paul’s fingers tightened in her hair. And he flooded the little white girl’s mouth with his white hot cum. Finally Paul slipped from between Lizbeth’s lips he lifted her chin with a single finger and his lips brushed her forehead in as soft tender kiss . Slowly he stepped back from the kneeling girl. It was then that Jake called to her.

“And how shall you please me Miss. “

He smiled at her and crooked his finger for Lizbeth to come to him.


don’t be shy girl go to your Master Paul encouraged her.

 

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Lizbeth crawled to Jake and nuzzled against his thighs. she extracted his cock from his trousers. she smashed her breasts around his cock and began stroking him between her tits. her tongue stretched out to lick the head of his cock as he laid back, allowing her to pleasure him.

Lizbeth groaned softly, her back arched. Her breasts spilled through her fingers.

 

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Paul smiled as the once proud little beauty crawled to Jake to please him with her stunning young body. She had not hastate, nor did Lizbeth choose to please Jake as she had pleased him but rather smashed her breasts around his cock and began stroking him between her tits. Her tongue stretched out to lick the head of his cock as he laid back, allowing her to pleasure him. Paul was quite pleased with her imagination and creativity. When Jake had finished with the sweet little filly Paul’s voice came to her once more.

“ Go to your Master Noah girl!”

Noah had been the most demanding of the three the one who had demanded more from her the one that had treated her most harshly. It was he that she had learned to fear it was he now that she was told was her Master.

 

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Lizbeth crawled to Noah and put her face against his foot. She waited for him to let her know that it was alright to proceed. She looked up at Noah in fear.
He cuffed the side of her face.

"Keep your eyes down, you little beast." She lowered her eyes and he grabbed her by the hair. He dragged her to her feet and then lifted her. He laid her across the door to her pen. Her head hung down and she could see nothing that Noah was doing to her.

He spread her cheeks wide and removed the tail from her ass, dropping it on the ground with a thud.

"This is gonna hurt, pretty one." He whispered as he ran his hands down her backside. He pounded into her with his massive cock.

She screamed out with no bit in her mouth. He laughed lightly and continued to fuck her.

 

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To Noah this proud little white beauty must always learn her place in life. He took a dark pleasure in taunting her and letting Lizbeth know what he would do to her.

"This is gonna hurt, pretty one."

He whispered in a dark husky voice as he pulled her pony tail from her tight little ass. His touch was almost gentle as he ran his hands over the smooth firm curve of the hapless young beauty’s ass. He slowly spread those firm cheeks letting the young girl anticipate the pain to come. Lizbeth’s scream echoed through the stables this time there was no bit to muffle her scream and its clear piercing agony brought laughter to her tormentors lips, as Noah impaled her on his cock. Lizbeth Dalton hung over the low door to her stall and with each thrust into her tight little ass her breast were roughly caressed by the hard wood door . With each thrust her harness pulled savagely at her nipple and clit rings.

On and no her anal rape continued Noah had no intention of letting up till the girl’s screams of agony became gasping panting screams of unholy ecstasy , until she begged him to fuck her harder.

 

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Lizbeth clawed at the door of her stall. She screamed and cried and whimpered and begged. He pounded and pounded and pounded into her. She was able to part her legs just enough that her clit was rubbing against the door.

She began to moan and sigh in ecstasy.

Lizbeth began to allow her arousal flood all over her.

She arched her back and wriggled her ass against him.

"That it is it, you filthy bitch." He whispered before he began smacking her ass with his strong hands.

 

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Noah loved the way he could so easily master the proud little ivory beauty. How she panted and moaned in her growing arousal. He could almost feel her loathing for being used in such a way and Noah could sense yet something dark inside of Miss Lizbeth Dalton that longed for it, craved it as much as each life giving breath she took. A dark smile bowed his lips as the young white beauty arched her back and wriggled her ass against him.

"That it is it, you filthy bitch." He whispered….


CRACK Noah’s hand print blazed scarlet on Lizbeth’s firm little ivory ass,

CRACK he smacking her ass with his strong hand making the girl yelp .


CRACK he could feel the searing heat of the blow under the palm of his hand, he could smell her arousal growing stronger.


CRACK “Does Missy want another!”


It was not so much a question as a statement of fact.

“All missy has to do is beg ………. Pleas Master may I have another.”


CRACK “…….an don’t forget to say … Thank you Master!

CRACK Noah held his hand high in the air waiting for Lizbeth to beg to be spanked harder and longer.

 

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"Please.Please... dont stop." She begged.

The pain rocked through her body, the heavy thuds against her ass. She needed it to feel connected. SHe needed it to break past her shame and inhibitions and get right to her arousal.

She began to moan and cry out in delight with strike until she came violently.

Then, she heard a familiar voice.

"Is my pet adequately trained, gentleman?" Baston asked, his booming voice sending shudders through Lizbeth. SHe wanted to whimper and beg him to take her back into his bed. But she knew better. SHe didn't even look up, she just waited.

 

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Baston had followed the grooms back to the stables and had watched as each in their turn took their pleasure from the spirited little filly. He lounged against the stable door as Young Lizbeth Dalton begged almost breathlessly,

"Please. Please... don’t stop."

While Noah pounded into her tight little ass, his hand leaving it crimson print on her firm cheeks as if it were a brand. Miss Dalton began to moan and cry out in delight with scalding strike until she came violently.


Baston smiled as he softly asked

"Is my pet adequately trained, gentleman?"

He saw the struggle in the young beauty as she kept her eyes demurely down cast as Noah continued to fuck her tight little ass.

“ Yes Sir Missy has learned to be a good little Filly.”

Paul simply replied.

Yet she is a hot little bitch as well Sir….love to fuck and be fucked like a little white bitch in heat. Tell the Master girl.”


Noah Snapped back Lizbeth head so she looked back over her shoulder at her Master. He saw the hope flare in her soft doe eyes. As well as the shame and humiliation.

“Is that right Miss Dalton………..?”

He held her eyes in his unblinking gaze.

“….Do you want to stay here in the stables and become a breeding mare to supply the abbey with fine black colts and mahogany fillies….?”

Again he paused and all the stable hands were waiting for what was to come next.

“… Or do you wish to return and serve me with your body both in pleasure and in pain?”

 

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Lizbeth heard nothing but the sound of her heartbeat. She wanted to answer him, but she wanted to please him. It took her a few moments to decide what to do. All the while, Noah pounded into her.

"My master, I want to please you. I want to pleasure you. I need you, Sir." She did not even look up. She hoped that Baston would reclaim her, but she knew he might not.

Noah seemed to be incensed by her answer and began plowing into her even harder. She whimpered in response, she felt as if he was fucking her in half.

 

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Noah’s thick ebony cock pounded into sweet little Miss Dalton as if Baston was not even there. She was his for the moment, this pour little ivory beauty and he would fuck her tight little ass as hard and as long as he was permitted to do so.

Baston did not interfere. It was for his little pet to chose her own fate. A breed mare in the stables of Thélème Abbey or a life as his little pet, to serve his sexual appetites. As Lizbeth hesitated caught between her aching need to cum and her desire to return to Baston’s bed, to be free of her little pony tail and bridle. Finally she gasped.


"My master, I want to please you. I want to pleasure you. I need you, Sir."

She did not even look up. She hoped that Baston would reclaim her, but she knew he might not.

“Enough Noah hand me her reins it is time I take my little filly through her paces.”

There was a surly look on Noah’s face as he pulled from the young girl’s abused ass. He shoved her pony tail back in place and then handed her reins to Baston.

She could use another month’s training Sir she is just green broke. I am sure……

Baston held up his hand for silence.

Come Lizbeth he took her reins and led her back to Thélème Abbey and to his room.

“What do you desire pet?”

Depending on her answer Miss Lizbeth Dalton would either stay with him or she would forever be handed over to the stable boys as a breeding mare.

 

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Lizbeth felt encased in Baston's warm voice. She kept her eyes down as Baston lead her.

Then he asked her what she desired.

"I have no wants but to please you, Sir." She slipped to her knees and knelt up as elegantly as she could. She arched her back with her breasts on display.

"I just want to please you, my Master." She whispered with her eyes lowered. Then she lowered her face and rested her cheek on his boot.

 

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"I have no wants but to please you, Sir. I just want to please you, my Master."

Lizbeth’s voice a soft sensual whisper as she slowly sinks to her knees she arches her back momentarily displaying her proud firm young breasts to her master. Then with a fluid grace the sweet young Miss Dalton prostrated herself in front of Baston pressing her cheek to his boot in total submission to his will.

“Would you like to go to London for a Fortnight pet?”

He stooped to raise her chin so she could look up into his eyes so she would no he was serious.

“For a fortnight to once more be Miss Lizbeth Dalton…………”

Baston was offering his little pet a chance to be the girl she once was.

 

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Lizbeth was confused. Why would they allow her to go to London. It had been made clear to her that her fate was sealed. They had told her so her very first night at the abbey. But her thoughts drifted to her mother and to her friends. She would like to see them again. A fortnight would give her some time to rest. Her whole body was sore from her time in the stables, even her mouth was sore from the bit and the bridle.

"My Lord, I would like to go to London. I would like to visit my mother. She was unwell when I came here."

She kissed his boot and up his leg.

 

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"My Lord, I would like to go to London. I would like to visit my mother. She was unwell when I came here."

His little pet seemed so pleased at the prospect of a visit that sweet little Lizbeth pressed her lips to his boot in a gracious little kiss before slowly and sensually kissing her way up her Master’s leg.

“ I believe than can be arranged my pet.”

He smiled down into the girl’s soft doe eyes. As she knelt at his.

“Now though you will assume the roll of Miss Lizbeth Dalton when in public you will remain my sweet loving pet and you will warm my bed each night…..”

Baston’s voice took on a deeper more serious tone as he spoke.

“I should hope that you have learned in your time here at Thélème Abbey that the members of our Little Society come from the highest level of the government, society and the nobility My pet it would bode you well to remember they own you.”

His warning was direct to the point but his pleasure with her was obvious as he continued in a gentler voice. .


“ I know you shall make me proud of you Pet.”


A soft kiss then a devilish grin.

“Now show me how pleased you are to be back in my bed Pet!”

 

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Lizbeth did know that the men of Theleme were from the highest rungs of society and she wondered what it would be like to see them out in the daylight under the contraints of the real world.

"My master, I have missed you so. I tried to be such a very good girl in the stables. But I have missed you."

She carefully undressed him. Hanging or folding his clothing as needed. Lizbeth turned down the bed and waited for Baston to recline before she clambered into his soft bed. As soon as he was settled, she curled beside him with her head in his lap. Her soft mouth was eager and hungry for the heat of his cock and she felt her heart flutter when she found him already hard. She sucked him in, so she could enjoy the feeling of him getting all the way hard beneath her tongue.

She looked up at Baston with her mouth full. She adored him with her mouth.

 

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"My master, I have missed you so. I tried to be such a very good girl in the stables. But I have missed you."

Lizbeth almost cooed as she came to the man only a month ago would have had her feeling in fear. She lay her head in his lap and smiled up into his eyes. Now the once very prim and proper Miss Dalton soft mouth was eager and hungry for the heat of his cock and she felt her heart flutter when she found him already hard. Even as Lizbeth sucked him in, he could feel her little heart hammering against his leg where she lay. She purred like a content little kitten obviously enjoying the feeling of him getting all the way hard beneath her tongue. Yet it was when Baston’s dark gaze met the girl’s adoring eyes that he knew she was , at least for now, truly his little pet.

It was a night that Baston would always treasure for his little pet adored his cock with her mouth and worshiped his body with hers. It was if she existed for only one purpose and that was to please him. For his part Baston made sure that all of her needs where met form the simple carnal pleasures she so enjoyed to the darker pleasures she craved yet still found hard to admit that she did.

In the Morning Lizbeth found her own clothes laid out for her and the little traveling bag she had carried that first day she had arrived at the abbey.

“Dress my dear we leave for London in an hour or so.”

It seemed Lord Baston was really going to take her to London and home, if just for a visit.

 

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Lizbeth dressed in the layers required by society, her chemise, her stockings, her corset, her petticoats, all followed by the stiff and formal gown that covered her from her decollete to her satin slippers. The dress felt heavy but she dressed quickly and then pinned up her hair.

She carried her little bag and then rushed down the stairs. Baston and Charles were waiting for her, dressed for London in their morning coats, dress shirts and ties. It felt almost as if she had been transported back in the past, except she was hungry for Baston's touch.

Instead of a little cart, she rolled back to London in the Baston carriage. She watched the countryside roll past and melt into the bustling city. She was going home! She looked over at Baston with delight, almost like a giddy child.

It was not long until she was delivered home for a visit. Her mother greeted her with open arms, but her mother was still asking her about the children she was caring for and her mother was gushing about how Lord Baston had arranged for her to come home for a few days.

Her father looked at her shocked at her arrival. But he knew how she had been spending her time and he knew that there were no children at Theleme Abbey.

"The Baston's are holding a party tonight and we have been invited" Her mother was so very excited. "Lord Baston even sent a gown for you, Charles is announcing his engagement tonight and Lord Baston wanted to make sure you were comfortable."

Lizbeth nodded in all of the right places but she knew she didn't wan't Charles. He was a boy. A boy who needed his father to arrange for his pleasure. Lizbeth had tasted the control of a real man and she didn't want to go back to the pale kisses of a boy. Even when Charles had hurt her and marked her, it was because he was emulating his father.

 

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The gown that Lord Baston had sent for Lizbeth was a compromise between the strictures of London society and the hetaeristic delights of Thélème Abbey. The neck line plunged revealing an almost scandalous amount of her firm succulent breasts and a sensually inappropriate amount of cleavage to the point that young Miss Dalton could not wear the jewels that normally graced her pierced nipples without her mother making some very disturbing inquires of not only Lizbeth but her father and Lord Baston as well. The color suited the young beauty’s complexion and subtitled drew the eye to her sweet feminine charms. The gown was daring, scandalous and on the cutting edge of decadent Parisian fashion guaranteeing that Miss Lizbeth Dalton would be the toast of the ball.

So at nine o’clock sharply Mr. and Mrs. Dalton of Surrey Lane were announced. The Major Domo had held Lizbeth back as if to subtly emphasis that she no longer belonged to the household of Surrey Lane.

“ Miss Lizbeth Dalton of Thélème Abbey.”

At the announcement the eye of every man was directed to the head of the stairs where the young beauty stood. A soft mummer passed from gentleman to gentleman as several recognized the proud little filly who had pranced so sprightly for them just a few days ago. The women where both shocked and envious of her gown many openly green with envy and jealousy as she descended the grand stairs with a sensual fluid grace that in its own right was quite erotic and possessed of primal ferial grace.

“Enchanting…”

Lord Baston smiled as he greeted the young Miss Dalton and kissed her hand in a most courtly manner.

“Such charming ear rings my dear.”

He cooed most courtly as the gems that normally graced her nipples now dangled from Lizbeth’s ear lobes.

“Are they part of a set Lizbeth?”