An Unpaid Debt

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Mrs. Dalton chattered and clucked aimlessly to her ravished daughter about Charles’s fiancée and how she would be riding with them to the Abby in the Morning. Charles as always the model of a Victorian gentleman as he dotted over his little golden China doll.


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Charles Had introduced Lizbeth simply as Miss Dalton and left it to his fiancée to introduce herself. The girl had a very fresh and youthful look to her one younger perhaps by two years from the eighteen summers she was. Could have she looked so innocent on her first trip to Thélème Abbey? Had her own eyes sparkled with the same wonder and anticipation as the girl’s did when she first saw the Abby.

Upon their arrival Charles and his little china doll went into the main hall and Lizbeth went to dawn a costume more fitting to her roll at the Abby. As she dressed Her master’s words echoed I her mind. “ You shall have all that you have begged for once you have trained the little golden China doll ………..Take her virginity and then give her to Dashwood to toy with then I shall let you be mine.” If Lizbeth was to gain what she most desired the little golden beauty was to pay the price. A knock came on the door and a friar simply said.

“The girl awaits you in innocence.”

 

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Lizbeth had dressed for the part. She wore a black corset cinched tight, but her breasts were bare. Under the corset she wore a see through short petticoat, the outline of her sex visible, then she had on black garters and black stockings, finished with black leather boots with needle thin heels. Her dark hair was tied back and she wore red lipstick and her eyes lined with black like a cat's. She was the perfect blend of elegance and a whore.

Lizbeth walked down to the initiation chamber and found Charlotte bound to the cross. Her pretty face was streaked with tears and she was begging Charles to help her. Charles was just staring ahead. The Friars all stood before the cross wearing their cowls.

Lizbeth strutted into the room, watching Charlotte's eyes grow wide.

"No one is going to help you, you little bitch." Lizbeth murmured before leaning in to lick a tear from the doll's cheek. "You are are our doll, our plaything and at the Abbey we do exactly what we will." Lizbeth licked down her face and her neck until she stopped at the tawny nipples that were so delicate and untouched. Charlotte's breasts were small, but peaked with large nipples. In quick sucesssion, Lizbeth bit one and then the other. Enough to make the doll cry out but not enough to leave a mark.

Lizbeth reached down and felt Charlotte's sex through her golden fleece and found her dry.

"This will not do." Lizbeth clucked. She unbound the doll from the cross, only to shove her on the altar with her legs spread wide. Lizbeth bound her to the cold stone but with her legs spread wide. Lizbeth crawled up onto the table and began licking her sex with just the tip of her tongue. The doll began to moan and Lizbeth could taste the doll's arousal beginning.

"I need one of you good friars to feed the little doll a cock, while I prepare her. She has such a pretty little mouth."

 

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Charlotte was so innocently happy as her beloved husband Charles led his virgin bride to be into Thélème Abbey. She wore a virginal white gown for she believed that she was to be married at the Abbey. The sweet little innocent with the golden hair and china blue eyes dawned her veil with the help of one of the “Sisters”. With her hands devotedly folded Charlotte was led in possession to the chapel of Thélème Abbey. As the sturdy oak doors swung open the hapless young beauty saw the Alter her beloved Charles and yet something was oddly wrong there was a heavy oaken cross of St Andrew at the foot of the alter sanctuary were she should be standing to take her vows. The alter was bare no cross or chalice upon it. The as Charlotte’s mouth gapped, her lips forming a sensual “O” she realized the cross behind the alter hung inverted the symbol of the evil one. As the terrified girl turned to run her escape was cut off. Charlotte found herself bound on the shoulders of the friars as Lizbeth Dalton once was, her delicate wrist bound in iron to the cross of St Andrew The girl’s shoes and hose was stripped from her before her delicate ankles were bound and Spread eagled she was stripped in the most humiliating and sensually seductive manner , the hallmark of Thélème Abbey.


Charlotte’s eyes grew wide with fear as she saw Miss Lizbeth Dalton coming for her Tears of utter despair slid down the golden beauty’s cheeks as her tear shimmering eyes beheld the black corset cinched tight. The woman she knew as Miss Dalton breasts were bare. Under the corset she wore a see through short petticoat, the outline of her sex clearly visible, black garters sensually caressed her thighs and black stockings Yet perhaps what most filled the young virgin with fear were black leather boots with needle thin heels. Charlotte moan piteously as Miss Dalton nipped at her small perfect breasts and their large peaked nipples. The woman bit hard enough to make Charlotte cry as she slipped her finger into the little golden china doll’s tight little cunt to ensure she was in fact a virgin.

"No one is going to help you, you little bitch…….You are our doll, our plaything and at the Abbey we do exactly what we will."

Miss Dalton obscenely licked Charlotte’s tears away as she wormed her finger seductively deeper into the girl’s chaste young body.

"This will not do." Lizbeth clucked finding the virgin sacrifice to be dry and unprepared.


When Charles little golden China doll was bound spread eagled to the alter. Lizbeth Dalton seductively crawled between her thighs and she tasted Charlotte’s innocent honey sweetness for the first time. The little blonde was sweeter that summer wine and she was Lizbeth’s to do with as she pleased and Lizbeth Dalton tasted unfettered and complete power over another for the first time in her young life.

Is she not sweet my pet?
Lady Sarah Chatterley whispered in Lizbeth’s ear.

“ Remember none is to take her virginity but you my sweet remember Baston’s instructions. That means her chaste little maidenhead, her sweet mouth and that tight little virgin ass of hers.”

Sarah paused as she reminded Lizbeth what was required if she was to get what she desired.

“ May I suggest a strap on for your sweet little dove Miss Dalton. “

No one had heard what Sarah and said and yet no friar had come forth to Claim the prize of Charlotte’s

 

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Lizbeth gave Sarah a subtle shove.

"I know my place, you should know yours." Then she looked down at Charlotte.
"Oh, golden doll. Soon you will know your place too. Soon you will know what it is like to scream in pleasure and pain."

Lizbeth asked a friar to fetch a strap on for her and he did her bidding without blinking. He buckled the straps on her, caressing her backside as he did. She smiled. the Friar was Charles and he was wideeyed at what he was witnessing.

Lizbeth rubbed the head of the phallus against Charlotte's clit. Rubbing and Rubbing and Rubbing until she was climaxing. And as Charlotte moaned like a whore, whimpering for release, Lizbeth withdrew and slid the length of the ebony cock inside of her, taking her virginity. Charlotte pulled against her restraints. She was bowed off of the altar, tears streaming down her pretty face. But the tears seemed to only egg Lizbeth on. She began fucking her in earnest, pounding into her, making her scream.

 

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All eyes were on the golden beauty so delicate so innocent chained to the alter where her virginity would be sacrificed.. Yet there eyes also beheld the stunning beauty of Lizbeth Dalton, a wild beauty free darker than ever they could remember. There was a hushed expectation as The Mistress of the sacrifice listened with heaving breast to the whispered guidance of the Priestess of unabandoned Lust Sarah. They watched wide eyed as Lizbeth strapped on the obsidian Phallus. Its black shimmering tip grazing Charlotte’s lily white thigh as her tormentor cooed,

"Oh, golden doll. Soon you will know your place too. Soon you will know what it is like to scream in pleasure and pain."

Then she began the little virgin’s seduction in earnest. Charlotte eyes flew open as the unyielding tip of the phallus sensually caressed her dewy pink virgin folds The golden beauty blushed crimson as her traitorous body began to respond to Lizbeth’s knowing touch. The chaste golden beauty was weeping and her sobs of shame mingled with her gasps and moans of unwanted passion. Her sweet innocent lips “O” ed as she screamed out her forbidden pleasure as her young body bucked and thrashed with her first orgasm. That moment of bliss was shattered as Lizbeth impaled the girl’s innocent on the unyielding rock hardness of the phallus. The friars cheered as Charlotte was brutally raped and brought to orgasm after orgasm untill she lay sobbing in ecstasy and shame.

My sweet that is but the first petal to be plucked .

Sarah cooed into her protégé’s ear.

”Which shall be next her sweet little dark rosebud or her luscious young mouth my pet?”

 

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Lizbeth pulled the slick phallus from Charlotte. She took the wet tip and brushed it against Charlotte's lips.

"Taste your sweetness, pet." Lizbeth whispered as she teased the helpless girl. "Charles likes to use a woman's mouth, as do the other frairs of the Abbey."

Charlotte clamped her mouth shut. Lizbeth yanked her hair and waited for Charlotte to cry out in pain. She shoved the phallus into her mouth and the friars cheered. Lizbeth watched Charles's bride as she reacted.

"Our dear Lizbeth, such a wanton little minx you have become." One of the friars patted her backside as fucked Charlotte's mouth. Lizbeth scanned the crowd hoping that her master was watching.

 

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"Taste your sweetness, pet."

Lizbeth whispered as she teased the helpless girl. She showed the little golden beauty no mercy for Miss Lizbeth Dalton had her eyes on a illusive prize and Charlotte’s
innocence was the price for what she desired.

"Our dear Lizbeth, such a wanton little minx you have become."

The words of the friar’s approval the intimate caress told Lizbeth that she truly belonged to the Abby, and yet there was ones who approval meant more than life its self to the haunted young beauty. It was then that the little dark haired beauty felt the intimate touch of his hands the way his fingers slid along her hungering dewy folds lazily rolled her throbbing clit under the pad of his finger.

“ You please me my Pet and yet you only tease the golden doll She must feast on you must sup on your sweet dewy nectar as Sarah made you.”

Her Lord and Master’s softly spoken warning told the haunted beauty that she must truly strip away each layer of Charlotte’s innocence if she was to gain what she desired. She must make the little beauty a pretty little whore as Sarah had done to her.

 

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with deft fingers Lizbeth removed the strap on from her body. She allowed it to drop to the ground. She climbed on the altar and stradled Charlotte.

"You are a lucky girl. Not every wife is brought to the Abbey. Now, show your gratitude."

Lizbeth, knowing that the crowd was watching, seductively wriggled her hips and pressed her sex to Charlotte's mouth. She toyed with her breasts as she heard Charlotte whimper. Then she moaned in triumph when she felt the little doll's tongue flicker against her clit.

She rocked her hips,allowing herself to feel the pleasure that Charlotte's tongue was causing. It wasn't about humiliating Charlotte anymore, she was a pleasure toy of the Abbey. She was sex, and pleasure and want.

 

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"You are a lucky girl. Not every wife is brought to the Abbey. Now, show your gratitude."

Lizbeth taunted sweet golden Charlotte as Sarah had once taunted her She pressed her sweet dewy pussy to the chained young beauty’s lips and Charlotte felt the woman’s nails rack across her nipples and knew that her choice was simple submit or suffer pain.

Charlotte was not one to suffer pain she had not the spirit that Lizbeth Dalton had. Her little pink tongue snaked out as she tasted her Mistress for the first time. For in her young and confused mind that is what Lizbeth had become Her Mistress . the little golden angel eagerly lapped at Lizbeth’s pussy and supped on her sweet dewy nectar. Finally Charlotte gasped

Do I please you Miss……….

Charlotte's voice trailed off and then in a shy little girl voice she pleaded


….If not tell me how to.”


In that moment Lizbeth knew that Charlotte was hers to do with as she pleased . It was the first time in her young life that Lizbeth Dalton was the Mistress the one to be pleased.

 

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"Please me by being eager. Lick me like you are hungry, girl." Lizbeth looked around the room. She saw all of the hungry eyes upon her. The men of Theleme were adoring her with their eyes, hungering for her, lusting after her.

Lizbeth reveled in her arousal and sexual power. The little golden doll was no threat to her and she knew it now. She got off of the golden girl and handed her off to one of the friars. She took her place on the altar.

"use me. make me your pleasure pet, my friars." She whispered.

 

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"Please me by being eager. Lick me like you are hungry, girl."

Sweet little Charlotte did exactly as her Mistress commanded eagerly licking and supping on the sweetness of Lizbeth’s arousal. The naïve young girl fall herself falling in love with Lizbeth. When She climb off of her adoring little Charlotte and the golden beauty found herself being handed off to one of the friars, saw her Mistress mounting the alter and taking her place tears trickled down the little golden doll’s cheeks as Lizbeth gasped in her arousal,

"Use me. make me your pleasure pet, my friars."

Charlotte wailed in utter misery and desperation.

“ Miss Oh Miss what have I done wrong oh please Miss let it be me that pleases you oh Miss please.”

Charlotte tore her self away from the friar and threw herself across Lizbeth’s body. The broken hearted girl bathed her mistress’ face was such loving childish kisses.

I Miss I shall do anything top please you anything……

Lord Barton was towering over both young beauties his gaze shifted from Lizbeth to Charlotte his lips soundlessly formed his instructions once more as he reminded her that she must be the one to claim all of sweet Charlotte’s virginal charms this night if she was to have what she desired. As yet only her virginity and her sweet mouth had been claimed one last vestige of Charlotte’s innocent remained.

 

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Lizbeth grabbed Charlotte by the hair. She pulled Charlotte up and pushed her down on the altar on her belly. Charlotte cooed pleased that Lizbeth was putting her attentions back on her.

Lizbeth picked up the strap on and rubbed it against Charlotte's sex. She got the tip good and wet. Lizbeth forced the girls thighs apart and then she held the phallus tightly and pressed it against the golden doll's tightest opening.

Charlotte cried out in agony and the friars cheered in triumph.

"You belong to the abbey now, girl. You are a pleasure slave of the abbey." Lizbeth could feel it when Charlotte's body opened and welcomed the stone cock in. Lizbeth fucked her in earnest, opening her up, making her vulnerable. With her other hand she reached under her and tormented her clit. Making her feel pleasure with the pain.

 

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Lizbeth had done her Lord and master’s biding and she now was training her on loving little golden doll, Charlotte, to savor both the pain and the pleasure that was the heathen heart beat of Thélème Abbey. She no longer had to be the helpless victim The smoldering look in Charlotte stunning blue eyes, that look of adoration even as Lizbeth abused her. The sweet little girl voice panted and gasped,

“Miss do I please you………………OH GOD…..”

Charlotte scream as Lizbeth drove the unyielding dildo into the little blonde’s virgin ass.


“…………AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH… Pleas Miss tell me I please you”

Charlotte’s screams were heart wrenching as the pain and the pleasure plunged her into a cascading series of orgasms.

“ I am yours to do with as you wish Miss as long as I am pleasing……”

The golden Doll was crying pleading with her Mistress.


“ Do I please you Miss?”

And as pretty as she was and oh so adorable Charlotte had been worth no more than chattel to her family and less than that to Charles.

You are mine sweet pet..

Lord Baston’s voice wrapped around Lizbeth caressing her felt as much as it was heard.

……and she is yours for as long as she pleases you.”

 

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Lizbeth pressed a kiss to Charlotte's forehead. "You have pleased me greatly, little one. But now you must please Charles."

The friars grabbed Charlotte and pulled her into a sea of groping hands. Lizbeth dropped to her knees and pressed her face against Baston's thigh.

"I have missed you, My Lord. I need to be your girl, please...." She rubbed her satiny hair and her cheek against his trousers. She looked up at him with her deep chocolate eyes.

 

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When Lizbeth pressed a kiss to Charlotte's forehead and sweetly cooed

"You have pleased me greatly, little one………..

The little blonde beauty’s heart soared and a radiant smiled bowed her cupid sweet lips her eyes looking to her Mistress with adoration. Yet when Lizbeth continued.

………..But now you must please Charles."

That smile faded as tears flooded into the heart broken girl’s soft doe eyes as a friars grabbed Charlotte and pulled her into a sea of groping hands. The hapless young beauty watched seeming unaware of the hands that groped her stunning young body, and took the most indecent of liberties with her. She watched as Charles Baston gave a yawn of indifference and casual gave the young innocent beauty that was to be his wife to the friars of the abbey already bored with another adoring beauty. Charlotte watched tears staining her flawless cheeks as her Mistress dropped to her knees and pressed her face against Lord Baston's thigh. And whispered adoringly,

"I have missed you, My Lord. I need to be your girl, please...."

Lizbeth rubbed her satiny hair and her cheek against his trousers. She looked up at him with her deep chocolate eyes.

“You shall be mine, my sweet pet to enjoy and share as I desire Miss Dalton if that is still your desire.”

Miss, my dear sweet Miss please take me with you my body my soul they are use. Use me share me beat me any thing you desire Miss but please let me be yours for ever, and ever and ever!!!!!”

Charlotte wailed in despair as one to the friars was bending her over the alter ready to violate the gorgeous blondes tight little ass.

“Pet shall she come with us to please you even as I use and abuse you?”

Lord Baston had never said he loved Lizbeth only that he desired her. And yet at this moment it was hers to choose the fate of a young innocent that came to the abbey much as she had.

 

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Lizbeth looked at the golden girl.

"She needs to be used hard. Then she will be even more grateful for my soft touch. I want to be with you alone my Master. I really need to feel your hands and hear your voice."

Lizbeth melted into his touch. His fingers on her face were enough to make her wet.

She pressed her body tightly to his. The room was filled with the sounds of pleasure and pain. Charles was watching the debauching of his wife, looking quite pleased with himeself.

 

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"She needs to be used hard. Then she will be even more grateful for my soft touch. I want to be with you alone my Master. I really need to feel your hands and hear your voice."

Lord Baston smiled down into Lizbeth’s eyes his lips brushed hers.

“ Do you have your pearls with you?”

Baston question a dark reminder of the night he pierced her nipples and clit and of the large pearls that tugged and pulled at her tender nipples when he took her. O the pearl that nestled to her clit always keeping the young beauty on the edge, her supple young body always ready to please him.

Lord Baston leaned over and whispered in Lizbeth’s ear.

Have your little golden beauty tied spread eagled at the foot of our bed a pony tail in her tight little ass. A bridal caressing her golden tresses and a bit gagging her with a cruel little toy shoved up her tight little cunt. Let her see what her life will be like and after send her to the stables for the grooms special attention.

Baston eased back he had first taken Sweet Lizbeth form his son, now adorably innocent Charlotte. Perhaps he would have the cockled boy bound and watch his once virgin bride bound as a little filly knowing what her fate would be. True she had never been with a man but the black stable boys would soon rectify that. Make him watch as he took the one girl Charles really cared for, in his own way, Miss Lizbeth Dalton


“Well my sweet little pet you once told me you could deny me nothing.”

 

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"You know I will not deny you, my Master."

And Lizbeth stripped out of the little clothing she was wearing and put on her pearls. She gave the orders to the grooms and told them to bind Charlotte to the foot of her master's bed.

She knew that she would do everything in her power to please him.

 

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Lord John Bastion smiled as Lizbeth stripped out of her clothing and dawned the pearls to decorate her pierced nipples and clit. He smiled at sweet young Charlotte as she was stretched spread eagled and bound between the bedpost of his bed her soft naked perfection bared for his pleasure. Yet it was the dark sinful passion of Miss Lizbeth Dalton that held his attention for now.


“ Shall I take you fast and hard or shall I make you suffer and beg for release Miss Dalton/”

Lord BASTON’S QUESTION CARESSED THE NAKED BEAUTY THAT NOW KNELT BEFORE HIM.

Oh yes he would grant her desire and he would keep his word to her. As he had kept it to Lady Sarah Chatterley, and as he would keep it to sweet golden Charlotte in her turn. As Baston took Lizbeth to his bed he wondered idly what new little delight Charles would find for him The dark beauty now in his arms was so pleasing and the little golden beauty so innocent would be a delight to transform. Perhaps the next would be a spirited redheaded beauty. But for now Lizbeth held his undivided attention and her body was his to please or torture as she wished .

“Well my sweet which is it to be?”