Hellfire Phoenix

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Hellfire Phoenix

This is a closed thread for haremfaery and cgraven.

The Edwardian period in Great Britain brought in the 20th century with the death of Queen Victoria in 1901. When Bertie ascend the throne in 1901 the Victorian era was swept away, and a new age begun. Bertie the Playboy Prince of Wales was now Edward VII. Bertie when he was Prince of Wales had been kept out of any government position by his Mother Queen Victoria. Rather than being groomed and trained to be king he had been ostracized and left to his own devices. He had open affairs with Lady Randolph Churchill, Alice Keppel, and many other women. Where the Victorian period was noted for its social morality Edwards reign was not but took on the lack of morality of his days as Prince of Wales.

Simon de Montford was the third Earl of Devan. He was to all outward appearances a sober man a product of his class that had made a career in the Army until the death of his father, yet appetences can be deceiving. Simon of course had retired from the service to take up his position as the Earl of Devan. As was the custom of the aristocracy he had married late in life to a much younger woman. They had two children a boy six and a daughter four. They of course would require a governess as the boy would not be sent to public school until he was eight.

Now the Matter of selecting a governess was a matter that required sober consideration. Her background must be from the right social class, her education formal, and there were other requirements as well among them that she have little or now relatives, and that she was calmly, demure, and rather attractive. With these qualities in mind he had contacted an employment agent. The agency had sent recommendations for several candidates, but subsequent interviews had not been fruitful. He sat behind his oaken desk reviewing the accounts of his estates, when he was interrupted by Batard his butler. “Your Lordship there is another young lady from the agency to see you.”

“Very well Batard show her in.”

De Montford tented his hands before his face and lowered his gaze to the papers on his desk. He wanted the young lady to be ill at ease, and to gage her reactions.

 

[haremfaery]

Miss Sophie Wade entered the Earl of Devon's study. She tried not to gawk at the polished oak bookcases, or the velvet draped windows that went from floor to ceiling, and definitely not to stare at the large painting opposite the windows depicting Leda and the Swan in a rather compromising position.

She had a well-rounded academic education and knew Greek and Latin along with their accompanying myths, but seeing (to her eyes) the graphic depiction of their coupling, plain as day in a gentleman's study of all places ...

She stood in front of the earl's large desk. She felt like a schoolgirl called in front of the headmaster. This would be her first posting and she was nervous. While her family had a long history going back to the Tudors, they were not moneyed. Not anymore. Her father wanted her to marry well. He thought her best chance was to be a governess. His dream was that she'd meet some son of a noble and marry. With her dark hair, white skin, and clear blue eyes, she was the perfect English Rose. And perfectly suitable to marry some lesser noble or second son. Barring that, she could marry some respectable groomsman. But the bottom line was that she needed to marry before she was an old maid.

She cleared her throat quietly. The the earl still looked at his papers, she coughed again a bit louder.

 

[cgraven]

The Young girl stood before his desk. When he had commanded the castle in Dublin many a young sub lieutenant was kept waiting. Simon de Montford enjoyed keeping people he felt were his inferiors waiting until he, in his own time condescend to speak to them. She cleared her throat quietly. De Montford still looked at his papers, she coughed again a bit louder. Simon held up his hand in a motion that told her to wait. Time dragged by an oppressive silence between them. Finally, Simon de Montford lifted his eyes to behold the young girl that stood before him.

“ I see here that you have study Latin and Greek.” His voice was dark and held a note of command and there was a military bearing to him even as he sat behind his desk. “Tell me of your family background.” For the first time De Montford took a real look and the girl. She was the prefect English rose. Her skin was like porcelain soft and cream. Her dark hair was in marked contrast to her pale complexion. In a word she was gorgeous.

“Are you familiar with Greek Mythology Miss……..” De Montford consulate some papers that lay before him; “……….Miss Wade are you conversive with the mythos of Leda and the Swan.” He was well aware of the scandalous nature of the myth.” As he spoke his hand pointed to the tapestry hanging on the wall. The question was not random he wanted to see her reaction and how this young beauty handled that question. As in all things Simon had a very particular reason for asking the question. Oh, the young beauty had the looks he desired she was gorgeous., but was she innocent, naive and sexual untouched. Once more he tented his hands before himself as he waited her answer and reaction.

 

[haremfaery]

"Yes, my lord. I've studied Latin and Greek. I also speak fluent French." She put her hands behind her back to keep from twisting her fingers together.

"My father is--was a barrister, but his health is filing and he can no longer perform his duties. He resides in Brighton for the seaside air. I have always been of a scholarly bent, my father thought it best that I become a governess. Had I been a man, I would have been a barrister like my father, I think." She paused. How much did he want to know? bSince he didn't interrupt, she continued. "My mother passed away a few years ago of a fever. My two brothers are in India supervisors on the new railway systems there."

“Are you familiar with Greek Mythology Miss?”

She decided to ignore the erotic nature of the story of Leda and The Swan. "Yes, of course, and The Iliad, The Odyssey, The writings of Julius Caesar. All of the classics of antiquity." She looked at the wall of books. "It seems that my lord is also a lover of classics."

 

[cgraven]

“Yes, Miss Wade I do rather enjoy the classic. As a military man I find much to be learned from Cesar’s commentaries and his Gallic campaigns.” De Montford was darkly handsome, yet his hair was ginger with a touch of sliver at the temples, and yet he appeared dark. In a way it was quite disconcerting. As for his physique It was hard to say with the Earl sitting behind his desk. Yet even seated there was the feeling of power that seemed to radiate from the man. “I find Miss Wade the more ancient mythos of the Greeks have a tendency to strips away our modern hypocrisies to reveal the true nature of mankind.” Simon de Montford paused for a moment before he turned his dark hazel eyes fully on young Sophie Wade. It was if he could see right through her.

“What are your views of the Greek Mythos of Leda and the Swan?” Simon had noticed that this young beauty had studiously averted her eyes from the rather salacious images of tapestry. He watched the girl carefully, he watched to see what her reaction would be. The moments dragged on as the silence hung between. Simon de Montford loved putting people on edge, that he felt were his inferiors.

It was at that moment that Simons wife Jillian entered the study. “Simon is this the young woman that you are employing for the children’s governess?” Jillian de Montford was a tall statues blonde; her voice was soft but condescending she turned and faced Sophie. “Tell me my dear how old are you.” It seemed less of a question and more like an accusation. Then Jillian de Montford voice became as sweet is honey. “I believe Simon asked you your views on Leda and the Swan. I would like your views on the tapestry as well. It is one of my favorites.

 

[haremfaery]

For some reason Sophie thought Lord De Montford was a widower. Lady De Montford was an icy Nordic beauty. Sophie felt like a mouse standing before her.

Her face reddened. She glanced at the tapestry. "I believe it depicts the moment when Zeus, as the swan, completes his seduction of Leda. Her face, I find, is ambiguous. I cannot tell if she welcomed this or not. In some tellings of the myth, she gave consent--this was the king of the gods after all. In other tellings, Zeus raped her." She paused. Surely she would fail this interview. How terribly inappropriate to be discussing such matters. Perhaps she should have feigned ignorance of the myth altogether.

"Please know that with the ages of your children, I will not introduce any of the ..." She searched for the right word, "Baser of the Greco-Roman myths. Everything I teach will be appropriate for their ages."

 

[cgraven]

When Jillian De Montford entered young Miss Wade blushed the most delightful shade of pink as she shrunk back a bit as if trying to hide. Simon noticed the mark contrast between the two women . His wife dressed in an elaborate day dress and young Sophie dressed in a simple forest green skirt that just brushed the tips of her shoes, the chaste white blouse with its black neck scarf and a long day coat to match her skirt. Her attire though modest and conservative hugged her supple young body giving the attentive observer a very delightful hint at Sophie youthful figure.

Simon de Montford watched as Sophie’s blush deepened to crimson as she spoke. "I believe it depicts the moment when Zeus, as the swan, completes his seduction of Leda. Her face, I find, is ambiguous. I cannot tell if she welcomed this or not. In some telling of the myth, she gave consent--this was the king of the gods after all. In other telling, Zeus raped her. Please know that with the ages of your children, I will not introduce any of the ..." She searched for the right word, "Baser of the Greco-Roman myths. Everything I teach will be appropriate for their ages." De Montford pushed the young governess a little further.

“A very interesting Miss Wade. I see Zeus gracing Leda and giving her his heavenly essence.” It was then that Simon de Montford once more turned to Sophie’s qualification. Jillian had a few questions of her own to ask Sophie Wade. “Simon I think that Miss Wade is well qualified to be the governess to the children.” Jillian raised her hand and pressed her fingers to her lip if she had misspoken. “That is if you agree Simon.

“Miss Wade it seems that you have won my wife over.” His voice was flat perhaps a bit annoyed. “You will start tomorrow.” And so, Miss Sophie Wade was to become a servant of Simon de Montford.

Sophie Ward walked up to the de Montford London townhouse. It was a white Georgian Town house on a secluded crescent. There was a quite gentility to the area that spoke of wealth and prosperity. To day she would meet the de Montford children for the first time. She was shown to a spacious room, it was neither in the eves with the house whole staff, nor was it close to the private apartments of the de Montford’s. Next she was shown the room set aside for the children’s classroom. Sophie Ward life as a governess started as well as her search for a suitable match.

 

[haremfaery]

The house seemed even grander as she was led through it to what would be her room while she tutored and cared for the children. Her room was larger even that the one she had at home with a large brass bed rather than a narrow one that she would have expected. She wondered if this was a guest room converted for her use. The large window had a small desk and chair next to it that looked out over the back garden. There was a mirrored armoir, a chifferobe, and chest of drawers with a large mirror, and, she frowned at sure an item in a bedroom, a prie dieu in the corner. Were the De Montford's Catholic, or very religious? It would make her nightly prayers more comfortable to kneel on the velvet cushion and press her hands on the leather rest. Her valise and small trunk were at the foot of the bed ready for her to unpack.

Not far down the hall was the bathroom, literally. There was a large footed iron tub with running water, a pedestal sink, and a flush toilet. She couldn't wait to try the tub sinking to her shoulders in warm water seemed the height of decadence to her.

The upstairs maid let her know that Sophie was the only one on the hall and should consider the bathroom as her own for now.

She would be taking her meals downstairs with the servants, which was only fitting.

She went to the classroom which was off the nursery to meet the children and set forth her expectations of them and what she would be teaching.

The boy, Simon, after his father, was spoiled and a bit defiant, but Sophie had every confidence that she would win him over. She suspected that he simply needed someone to pay him some attention and show some affection. The girl, Penelope, was a sweet child and instantly took to Sophie.

She started the children both with their letters first. She need to gauge their knowledge before moving on to numbers. Of course Simon would be more advanced. She praised them both for their cleverness.

 

[cgraven]

Sophie Wade settled into the lie of the children’s governess the boy Simon was a precocious child who demanded Sophie’s undivided attention. The way he looked at her was a bit unsettling. On the other hand, the girl Penelope seemed to be a shrinking violet when ever she was around Simon. I all their interactions Simon was the dominate of the children. At times he seemed to tread Sophie as if she were his servant rather than his governess.

Though Sophie had her own rather luxurious, she ate with the other servants and not with the family. All that was about to change one day when Simon de Montford announced that the family would be going down to their country house in Devon. This of course caused a flurry of activity. Sophie Wade had to pack up the school room for the move from the townhouse to the De Montford country home. There was a train to catch at Waterloo Station. House whole luggage and school room goods to be shipped in the train’s goods van. The journey on the train took several hours and by the time that they reached Medmenham Station the children were quite restless and still there was another hour before they reached Medmenham Abbey As the coach approached the gates to the estate a Georgian Manor sat nestled in the valley. On a slight rise to the west of the manor house stood the ruins of an Abby. Above the door to the Manor was a greeting “Fais ce que tu voudras”’

“Miss Wade Nanny will take charge of the children. Mrs. Dunbar the housekeeper will show you to your room.” Simon de Montford informed Sophie in his same dispassionate manner. “ Miss Wade you will be dinning with the family. Mrs. De Montford has elected to remain in London” With that Simon de Montford turned on his heel. Mrs. Dunbar showed the you governess to her room which was even more luxurious then her room in London. “Miss Wade dinner is at eight and of course it is customary to dress for dinner.

 

[haremfaery]

Sophie didn't have time to relax and enjoy the train ride. Even though nanny was supposed to tend to the children, she spend just as much time with them if not more. She was able to note the splendid manor house, and the abbey ruins.

On entering the manor she thought it strange that the motto "Do What Thou Wilt" was carved in French above the door. At least it would give her something to comment upon when she ate with the family. Which also seemed strange, but perhaps without Lady Jillian there, his lordship wanted someone to tend the children.

Then there was the prospect of dressing for dinner. She did not have many clothes at all, particularly something to wear for dinner with an earl. She really only had one choice--her Sunday dress.

She unpacked a little, then washed and dressed. Her best dress was the same shade of blue as her eyes, with a wide ribbon at the waist that tied in the back. She went to the dining room appearing right on time. The room was large and intimidating. She walked in hesitantly not sure where to sit and realized the children were not there.

 

[cgraven]

Simon de Montford noted Sophie’s surprise that the children were not present. They of course were in the nursery with Nanny.” The children and nanny live in a world separate from that of adults Miss Wade in the nursery.” It was a matter of fact statement delivered in the same aloof manner of emotional detachment that was his apparent way. Even as he spoke apparently emotionless Simon de Montford did take note of Sophie’s dress. How its color mirrored the blue of her haunting azure blue eyes, the way it clinched her narrow waist, and the simple way she wore her hair up that accentuated her slender neck and flawless complexion. Though his face showed no sign of emotion Simon de Montford was moved in a very dark way by Miss Sophie Wade’s youth and beauty and hungered to possess her.

Dinner was a formal affair with de Montford seated at one end of the table and Sophie at the other. Everything outwardly was most proper and above board. Yet Simon de Montford that he would have this dark-haired beauty. As they dinned the conversation was light and dwelt with the children and their progress in their studies but de Montford was laying his plans to possess young Miss Wade. He had decided that she would become his sexual play toy. Yet in his own way he wanted even more than to have her as a mistress, no he defiantly wanted more and darker things that would lead Sophie to become his sexual play toy. There was no hint of what he desired of her, of his unholy lust for this sweet young creature.

It was from that first dinner that De Montford put his plans in motion. The first ting he needed was a lure for his trap. Ah, young Vie Count Shaan Fitzgerald with his Gallic charm would be perfect. He was just the man to seduce Miss Wade and yet leave her innocence intact. So, Fitzgerald and several other members of their peculiar club would become weekend guests at Medmenham Abbey. The facade would be a weekend party. “ Batard prepare the caves below the ruins of the old Chesterton Abby.” A knowing glance passed between the two men. Soon young Miss Wade would come to know the true meaning of the motto “Fais ce que tu voudras” was placed above a doorway in stained glass.

Batard was eager to do his Master’s bidding. He made haste to the caverns excavated under the rolling hills. He ran his hands lovingly over the decorated of the mythological themes, phallic symbols and other items of a sexual nature. Batard smiled as he was eager to see the prim and proper young governess brought low and in the same positions that his hands so lovingly caressed now.

 

[haremfaery]

I'm sorry, sir. When you invited me to the big table for dinner, I'd assumed the children would be joining us." Because really, why the earl wish, if not an actual servant, an employee at his table? Perhaps he was lonely, or wanted to know more about her.

They did speak of the children. Sophie was awkward at first in the earl's presence, but as she spoke about how well the children were doing (despite young Master Simon presenting some difficulties with his willfulness and disrespect), it became easier to talk.

The earl introduced the subject of Julius' Caesar's writings, and stayed away from the inappropriate Greek and Roman myths for which she was releived even though the dinning room itself contained more tapestries and paintings of Zeus's many liaisons. The painting of Danaë receiving Zeus, arms and legs wide, as a golden shower covered her, her head thrown back in rapture--that image haunted her that night in her dreams. The shapeless unseen lover that made Danaë swoon with passion--Sophie wondered what that might feel like. She looked forward to having a husband one day who would initiate her into all of the delights of the marital bed.

 

[cgraven]

Simon de Montford had noticed the faint pink blush that kissed Sophies cheeks that night at dinner as she glanced at the tapestries around the room. The one of Zeus and Danaë with Danaë head thrown back her hair in disarray and a look of sexual ecstasy in her every fiber as Zeus came to her in the form of a golden shower the young beauty’s arms and legs spread wide to welcome her lover. When Simon saw Sophie the next morning her cheeks were kissed by a deep pink blush. He smiled to himself apparently the young beauty had, had a rather stimulating night after her dwelling on the tapestry of Danaë and Zeus.

“ Did you sleep well Miss Wade?” Simon asked in a rather offhand manner. “Oh, I shall be entertain some guest this weekend Miss Wade. Do you have a more eloquent gown? If not then perhaps one of Lady Jillian’s might do.” True Sophie and Lady Jillian were about the same size Jillian perhaps a bit bustier. All of Lady Jillian’s evening gowns were low cut almost indecently low cut but Simon de Montford had implied that Sophie’s gown would not be appropriate for the weekend party.

Friday noon the guest for the weekend started to arrive. Among the first was Vie Count Shaan Fitzgerald. He had a Gallic way of speaking, he had bright copper hair that was in wild disarray but somehow seemed to fit him and enhance his youthful charms. The other men and the majority of de Montford’s guest were men and his contemporaries in their mid-fifties or older. Friday evening, they were gathered in the foyer of Medmenham Abby when Sophie Wade appeared at the head of the stairs and all eyes turned to her as she became the center of attention.

 

[haremfaery]

"Yes, my lord. I slept well." Sophie tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

I'm sorry, my lord, the dress I wore to dinner last night is the finest I own. I never had need for a gown." She blushed at the admission. "Is his lordship quite certain that Lady Jillian won't mind? I do not wish to do anything untoward."

But De Montfort assured her that his wife wouldn't mind and only use it as an excuse to buy another gown.

Sophie spent the morning with the children and then the afternoon with one of the upstairs maids looking at Lady Jillian's gowns to find a suitable one to wear. The most conservative one she could find was a lovely jade color with ecru lace. The square neckline was rather low, but Sophie found a scarf that complimented the dress that she could drape across it.

The maid could make some alterations--taking in the bust a little and hemming the front of the gown since Lady Jillian was a few inches taller than Sophie. She'd leave the back hem as it was. It would just give it a slightly longer train. She picked out long gloves and shoes to go with the dress. They had to stuff some batting in the toes since Sophie's feet were smaller. Lastly, the earl had also give approval for Sophie to borrow anything in the bottom drawer of the lady's jewelry armoir to go with her dress. She found a length of pearls that she coveted more than anything she had seen.

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Sophie had been busy with the children Friday morning and then after a light luncheon in her room, bathed and spent the rest of the afternoon preparing herself for the formal dinner the earl was hosting.

She heard from the upstairs maid that a handsome viscount had arrived and had all the female staff swooning. The rest of the men received no mention at all.Sophie had been too busy getting ready to think to ask about their wives, although she was sure if the viscount brought a wife with him, there would have more gossip about her as well.

Sophie felt dizzy as she stood at the top of the grand staircase with all the eyes on her. She sought out the earl for reassurance--she didn't know why, the man was always so aloof. She wished Lady Jillian were here. It seemed the earl wished her to act a hostess in his wife's absence. Her eyes met those of a young man who could only be the viscount Shaan (Shawn?) Fitzgerald himself.

He gave her a warm winning smile. She walked down the stairs feeling like a queen.

 

[cgraven]

Sophie Wade stood at the head of the grand stairs the earl and his guest were gathered in the foyer of Medmenham Abby when Sophie Wade appeared at the head of the stairs and all eyes turned to her as she became the center of attention. So, like a trapped little deer this young beauty was as her eyes searched out de Montford’s for reassurance. Sophie despite her fear seemed to glide down the stairs. Simon de Montford was pleased with the gown that she had chosen but his eyes narrowed when he saw the shawl that she wore, a look that could not be missed.

“Miss Wade I applaud your choice of gown, the color suits you.” It was the first time his voice showed any pleasure. “But I feel the shawl detracts from your gown.” As he spoke once more his voice was flat and laced with a note of disapproval. Slowly conversation among his guest picked up. “Miss Wade may I introduce Vie Count Fitzgerald.” Shann bowed and kissed Sophie’s hand, “A pleasure Miss Wade.” The Vie Count’s hazel eyes danced with merriment, his voice light and lively.

De Montford had arranged for Fitzgerald to be Sophie’s dinner companion. His task was to get young Miss Wade to the caverns below the Abby’s ruins were the real party for the weekend would begin. Fitzgerald was a charming dinner companion. The wine flowed a new wine with each dish of the seven-course meal. When dinner was finished Simon de Montford announced. “Gentlemen Cigars and Brandy?”

The men slowly rose and followed the earl out of the dining room Fitzgerald tarried and then turned to Sophie. “ Miss Wade would you care to walk in the gardens?” He took Sophie’s hand in his and kissed it. “I would like to get to know you better Miss Wade. Shaan Fitzgerald had an infectious smile and when he spoke his dark hazel eyes danced with merriment. He led Sophie out into the Abby’s gardens. Their conversation light and airy. Fitzgerald seemed to want to know all about Sophie and her family and past. He told her though he had an impressive title that it was more a matter of family honor rather than wealth.

“Miss Wade have you ever seen the caverns beneath the Abby’s ruins?” He leaned a little closer. “It is rumored that the Abby was built over a Roman temple. Shall we see them?” Fitzgerald drew back and blushed ever so slightly. “Oh, Miss Wade excuse me I get excited about Greco-Roman sites I fear not everyone is as interested.”

Fitzgerald played his part well he would seduce this young beauty’s mind. There would be plenty of time later to seduce her gorgeous supple young body weather she wanted it or not.

 

[haremfaery]

Sophie tried very hard not to drink too much. The Viscount seemed determined to get her tipsy. She kept putting her hand over the top of her glass to keep him from topping it off.

But he was a good conversationalist and a pleasant dinner companion. sophie had to admit, she was quite taken with him. She dared think that the earl had invited the viscount just to meet her. Perhaps the earl and her father had corresponded. Her father had hopes that she might find a suitable husband while in the earl's employ, but she never dreamed a nobleman might be her future husband. She blushed often at the handsome viscount.

The older gentlemen excused themselves for cigars and brandy while the viscount invited Sophie to go walking. Had she been more worldly, she might have known that noblemen frequently bedded their servants and then cast them out if they became pregnant or simply no longer pleased them.

"I would enjoy walking with you very much, my lord." Sophie smiled up at him. "A Roman temple? Truly? Sadly, I've not much time to spend on my own. The children require much of my attention and with Lady Jillian absent, Lord De Montfort has had me join him for meals and conversation."

She took his arm and let him lead the way as they discussed the history of the Romans in England.

 

[cgraven]

Vie Count Fitzgerald was a master at seduction. Young girls like Sophie Wade were so easily seduced by his Gallic charm, his physical beauty, handsome physique, and of course his title and lands could also blind a young beauty. He was pleased when this dark-haired beauty agreed to go walking with him in the gardens of the Abby as she demurely answered, "I would enjoy walking with you very much, my lord." Sophie innocently smiled up at Shaan as she took his arm.

Simon de Montford had made Shaan aware of Sophie’s interest in the Greco-Roman period. As they walked he casually mentioned the rumors of a Roman temple in the caverns below the Abby’s ruins. Fitzgerald loved the excitement he saw in the young girl’s eyes as she gasps; "A Roman temple? Truly?

“Ah your making fun of me Miss Wade. Miss Wade excuse me I get excited about Greco-Roman sites I fear not everyone is as interested.” He fained shyness and a hint of awkwardness and timidly asked if she would be interested in viewing the caverns and the rumored temple. Sophie took his arm and let him lead the way as they discussed the history of the Romans in England.

As they walked and talked Shaan Fitzgerald lead the trusting young governess to the entrance of the caverns. He pulled and electric torch from his pocket. “Shall we Miss Wade, a roman temple.” The white beam of light from the torch stabbed the darkness and the stone stairs leading down into the caverns below the Abby ruins. Fitzgerald took Sophies hand and led her down the stone steps and into the caverns.

The beam of his electric torch played along the cavern’s floor. The passage widens and before them they saw depictions of Bacchus and Venus presiding over, rather graphic depictions of, satyrs engaged in the raping of young nymphs. Fitzgerald let the beam of his torch linger on the pornographic images.

‘Are they not magnificent Miss Wade.”

 

[haremfaery]

Sophie's eyes went wide in shock. Her cheeks burned so fiercely she thought she could light the chamber on her own. The murals went beyond the eroticism of the tapestry in De Montfort's study and the painting in his dining room. These were pornographic.

The satyrs all had large erect phalluses. They were taking the nymphs in every position imaginable. At least Sophie thought they were. She personally had no idea.

‘Are they not magnificent, Miss Wade?”

"I ... suppose they are. I only wish they weren't so ... so ..." Sophie paused. "I am not so naive that I'm unaware of the baser side of the Romans, but these are rather inappropriate for a young un married woman to look at. Perhaps we should go."

 

[cgraven]

“Are they not magnificent, Miss Wade?”

"I ... suppose they are. I only wish they weren't so ... so ..." Sophie paused. "I am not so naive that I'm unaware of the baser side of the Romans, but these are rather inappropriate for a young unmarried woman to look at. Perhaps we should go." Sophie’s voice was a barely gasped whisper, it was if she spoke loader the graphically portrayed Styr’s would be drawn to her. For his part Shaan Fitzgerald let his torch continue to illuminate the highly pornographic scenes.
“Perhaps it is inappropriate for a young unmarried woman to look at these sensual pictures Miss Wade.” There was a dark note to the young Vie counts voice. “Perhaps it would be much better that she reenacts them.” There was a dark frightening look in Fitzgerald’s eyes Enough to tell Sophie she should run now. Yet before the young beauty could take flight he had wrapped her in his arms, his mouth crushed to hers in an unholy kiss. He broke the savage kiss. “There are some gentlemen that would like your attendance to a little party they have planned Miss Wade where you will be the guest of honor, and……….the center of attention.”

Shaan Fitzgerald dropped his charming façade, his voice was hard, harsh threatening as he shoved Sophie Wade. His finger laced tightly in her dark auburn silken hair. He bent her right arm cruelly behind her back and forced her further down into the caverns. How long she had been in the maze of caverns and how far they no were from the entrance Sophie had no way of knowing. Finally, A light shimmered before them, and the narrow passage opened up into a large room. There was a marble alter, in the center of the room., the walls and ceiling were covered with even more graphic pictures of Styr’s apparently raping young nymphs with Bacchus and Venus presiding over the rape of the nymphs, Yet there was something different about this mural as there were also figures of gray hooded friars also.

There were several adjoining corridors leading into the alter chamber. A low murmur of chanting could be heard, then colwed friars in gray robes entered the room from the adjoining corridors and from behind were Sophie and Shaan were standing. He shoved Sophie into the center of the room where she landed prostrated before the marble alter. Sophie found herself surrounded by the Friars.

“Brothers a tasty little morsel for you Miss Wade. I beg you enjoy her sweet charms.” Then as an after thought “ There is a stable boy who has promised me his charms.” Fitzgerald left the dark-haired beauty surrounded by the gray cloaked friars.

 

[haremfaery]

Sophie tried to run but the viscount blocked the way. The corridor twisted and turned, it branched off into other directions. She would have no way to find her way out of here.

When she saw the altar her blood ran cold. "You can't just leave me here!" Sophie pleaded. She looked at the hooded figures. "What is this place? Lord De Montfort will be very upset. I want to go home."

 

[cgraven]

"You can't just leave me here!" Sophie pleaded as she shrunk back from the hooded figures. "What is this place? Lord De Montfort will be very upset. I want to go home." As Sophie pleaded with the unfeeling Fitzgerald. “Oh, I am quite sure that Earl Montford will no be upset Miss Wade but rather pleased.” Shaan Fitzgerald threw his head back laughing as he went to find a pleasing stable boy.

Sophie was left cowering in a circle of hooded grey figures. It was then a tall figure dressed in a cowled red robe. “I fear Miss Fitzgerald is quite correct.” As the man spoke there was something very familiar about his voice. He eased back the red hood and Sophie beheld Simon de Montford. “In fact Miss Wade I am very pleased that you are here………” A wicked smile bowed the earl’s lips. “…………in fact Miss Wade I have been looking forward to you amusing my guests and me. Yet I fear that you are overdressed………” Again, he paused. “Strip her my brothers.”

De Montford diabolical laugh split the air when the terrified young girl bolted and tried to escape her fate. Even as Sophie tried so desperately to escape grasping hands reached out. Soon the young chaste beauty found herself being tossed from hooded man to hooded man and as she was shoved between them each man tore at her clothing. Simon de Montford smiled as Miss Wade was shoved between the brothers as she was so shamefully stripped till at last she lay prostrate at the foot of the alter. “Prepare the sacrifice!” De Montford commanded.

Young Miss Wade, now stripped naked as the day she was born, was hoisted into the air by the brothers and was passed from one group to the next until the hapless beauty was passed around the chamber three times before she was laid on the alter. Sophie Wade’s hands were drawn above her head and were bound by silken cords. The young virgin fought like a caged tigress as her shapely legs were drawn apart and her ankles were bound. She was displayed to perfection, her long shapely legs spread, her virgin pussy blossomed her little hooded clit now clearly visible.

De Montford lips were close to her ear, his hot moist breath washing across the nape of her neck. “Shall we see if you are an untouched virgin or a little trollop?” He obscenely licked Sophie’s cheek . Brother you may feast on Miss Wade’s supple young body but nothing, but your tongues will enter for now.”

Sophie Wades night in Hell had just begun.

 

[haremfaery]

The earl! Sophie was undone. Betrayed by her employer. He may be a nobleman, but he was far from noble. What would become of her?

She ran, but was stopped by a hooded friar no matter where she turned. They tugged and ripped her dress until it was in tatters. One of the produced a knife and her corset was cut from her while she stood shaking in fear of her life.

They laid her on the altar like a pagan offering. Bound hand and foot, still she fought them. They kissed every inch of her body, caressed every part of her. Then they took turns bowing their heads between her thighs licking and tasting her. Her cries and pleas went unheeded.

Next she was massaged with scented oil. It had an aroma that went to her head like wine. She felt languid and sensual. The hands on her body felt good. Her embarrassment was a far-away thing. In fact all of her emotions were far away: shame, fear, anxiety.

Fingers traced her nipples slick with the oil until her nipples ached for a harder touch. Her lips tingled where fingers traced them over and over and then slipped into her mouth for her to suck. Fingers stroked her secret folds, probing just a little. She bucked her hips not sure if she was trying to get away from them or inviting them to delve further. A distant part of her wanted it all to stop, but that was fading away like smoke as they continued to stroke and fondle her.

 

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De Montford lips were close to her ear, his hot moist breath washing across the nape of her neck. “Shall we see if you are an untouched virgin or a little trollop?” He obscenely licked Sophie’s cheek . Brother you may feast on Miss Wade’s supple young body but nothing, but your tongues will enter for now.”

Simon de Montford knew well that his brothers would not use just their tongues to torment and tempted the chaste little virgin. He had dreamed of having the chaste young Miss Wade in this very position, naked, a sacrificial lamb to his unholy lust. He took his high seat behind the alter as the brothers prepared Young Sophie Wade for her night.

Simon loved how the chaste little tawny redhead beauty fought against her fate. He knew nothing in her young life had prepared her for was happening to her. De Montford smiled wickedly as the brothers came to the bound chaste beauty and began kissing every inch of her gorgeous, supple, young body. Their hands sensually caressed and kneaded her from breast. Then they took turns crawling between Sophie’s widespread thigs, bowing their head lowered they licked and nipped ant her lily-white inner thighs. Their thumbs spread the young redhead’s soft labia, those wicked tongues, licking and tasting her chaste innocence. Her cries feel on deaf and uncaring ears.

Next these evil men massaged her gorgeous young body with a scented oil. It had an aroma that went to her head like wine. They worked the powerful aphrodisiac into her flawless ivory skin. De Montford watched the fight in the young virgin slowly wane, he watched as Sophie fought to keep her soft doe eyes from fluttering close. The hands on her supple young body now felt as fingers traced her nipples now slick with the powerful aphrodisiac oil had Sophie’s nipples aching for a harder touch.

Simon de Montford loved watching the seduction of young Miss Wade’s gorgeous young body. He smiled wickedly as the brothers’ fingers traced the little virgin’s sweet ripe shimmering lips over and over. His wicked smile broadened as their fingers slipped into her chaste young mouth, what a lewd picture Sophie present as she suckled those fingers. Simon was beside himself with a growing lust as he watched the brothers’ fingers stroked the hapless little virgin’s soft virgin labia. Soon those fingers probing just a little, Sophie Wade’s back arched, her hips bucked, was his young drugged virgin trying to get away from her tempting tormentors or inviting them to delve further.

“Enough” Simon de Montford’s command instantly had the brothers back off. Slowly he came to Sophie His red robe slipped from his body as he crawled between young Sophie widespread thighs. His lips brushed hers, his eyes held her soft passion smoldering azure blue eyes. “Miss Wade I shall clam your virginity because Fais ce que tu voudras because I wish to.” He placed a single on her lips. “Then you shall take all the brothers into your chaste young body. You Miss Wade will become the whore of Brotherhood of St. Francis of Wycombe.

Simon de Montford could have simply brutally raped Sophie, but that would be to easy. Oh, he was much crueler. He was gentle with her the consummate lover. He met the growing needs of her treacherous gorgeous young body. His kisses gentle yet seductive. There was a sensuality in the way he touched her throbbing aching nipples and sensually suckled them. The young virgin could feel him kissing his way down her lush young body. He delighted in driving the drugged little beauty to the edge of that dark abyss that promised such sinful pleasure. Simon kissed her virgin pussy and took his first taste of the little virgin.

When Sophie was lost in a sea sensual sensation he took her. He was everything that a young girl could want in a lover but seldom found. He gently kissed Sophie when he took her virginity. He fucked the young defiled virgin until she lay there languid her little tawny red head lulling from side to side in the afterglow of the orgasms Simon had ripped from her.

Simon de Montford slipped from between young Sophie Wade’s thighs, he dawned his red robe once more. He then turned to the Brotherhood of St. Francis of Wycombe. “Miss Wade is yours for the night Fais ce que tu voudras, do what thou wilt.” De Montford turn on his hell leaving the young defiled virgin to the tender mercies of the Brotherhood

 

[haremfaery]

Everything had taken on a dreamlike quality for Sophie. When the earl spoke of claiming her virginity, it should have made her struggle once more to get free, to cry out, to do something, anything. But she was lost in the languid spell of the aphrodisiac.

De Montfort wooed her with gentle kisses and caresses. Her body responded. She felt feelings she had never felt before.

He kissed her private treasure until a cry escaped her lips as her body shuddered. That was when he moved to take her gently at first and then as she responded more wantonly, he more more forcefully driving her to orgasm over and over before he himself spent his seed on her creamy white thighs.

He then left her to the devotions of the Brotherhood.

Their hands, their lips, their cocks, all became part of a fevered erotic dream. She was a nymph defiled by fauns, Europa raped by the bull. She could not have said how many had her nor how long it all went on. It could have been just that night, or it could have been days.

She awoke in her own room to a quiet knock on her door and a maid bearing a tray laden with breakfast foods. Sophie had a slight headache, but her body felt like she had run a marathon. Her muscles were sore. She began to stretch and realized she was entirely naked under the bedclothes. She blushed and buried herself back under them.

"Just leave the tray, thank you." Bits and pieces of the night's events came back to her. Her blush deepened. Someone must have bathed her and put her to bed. The earl? One of those horrid friars? She tried to convince herself it had all been a dream.

 

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De Montford had casually given the young defiled virgin to the brotherhood. His dark passions satisfied for the moment. But he left the chained young Miss Wade to satisfy his followers with her gorgeous supple young body. Their hands, their lips, their cocks, all became part of a fevered erotic dream that slowly became a living nightmare for young Miss Wade. Where de Montford had seduced the drugged young virgin had raped her mind as well as her body with a cruel tenderness. The friars simply used her for their own lust nothing in the way they used and abused young Sophie was tender. At times she was being roughly fucked as other friars suckled her young breasts as even others mauled her young body and pressed indecent searing kisses to her moist ripe lips, as their tongues fucking her chaste young mouth. Miss Sophie Wade was a captive of the Brotherhood lust for three days and nights her gorgeous young body their sexual play toy.

On the morning of the fourth day Sophie awoke in her own room to a quiet knock on her door and young maid bearing a tray laden with breakfast laid it on a side table. Sophie had a slight headache; her muscles were sore. She began to stretch and suddenly realized she was naked as the day she was born under the bedclothes. She blushed and buried herself back under the covers, pulling the sheets up to her chin and blushed crimson. "Just leave the tray, thank you." The young governess’ voice a soft little whisper.

Sophie Wade was alone in the stillness of her room and to her horror bits and pieces of the night's events came back to her. How Shann Fitzgerald had betrayed her, the cloaked and hooded gray Friars, the red cloaked Earl, being stripped naked, and chained to an altar. Her maidenly blushed deepened, de Montford between her lily-white thighs, and………. Sophie chased the thought from her mind as she tried to convince herself it had all been a dream.

It was just coming on four when a gentle knock came on her door. “ The Earl wishes your company for tea Miss Wade.”

Simon de Montford was setting on the veranda he smiled at young Miss Wade as she came to join him for tea. “ You look a little peaked Miss Wade are you all right?” He leaned closer took her hand in his, his thumb gently massaged the back of Sophie’s hand. “Tea Miss Wade?”

De Montford picked up a little sliver bell and rang it. The bells soft notes brought the little blonde maid that had served Sophie her breakfast tray. Only know she was bare breasted a black leather collar around her slender neck. She gracefully sank to her knees. “What is your pleasure My Lord.”

“ Tea for Miss Wade girl.” The young bare breasted beauty rose and went to fetch the tea. “Miss Wade I feel you are overdressed.” A wicked smiled bowed his lips. “Diss robe my dear Miss Wade for I want to see if your naked body is as charming in broad daylight as it is in candlelight.”