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Thomas Stevenson

Thomas greeted his old friend with a strong handshake and gave his wife a friendly kiss on the top of her hand.

"Good to see you here Thomas." Richard greeted warmly.

"And who do we have here?" Richards wife Mary inquired with a sly smirk on her face.

"This is Lady Constance, a very good friend of mine." Thomas responded awkwardly. Even though he was expecting the questioning glance, in his excitement, he hadn't actually prepared a proper response. Richard eyed Thomas suspiciously at his introduction but then seemed to regain his composure shortly after.

"A pleasure to meet you dear. Your dress is absolutely beautiful" Mary commented and grasped Constance's hand in greeting. Constance was very shy and quiet but remained polite. Richard didn't greet her like he should have but it was perhaps because he knew Constance's true standing in society.

A few more guests piled behind them and at Constance's request, Thomas excused himself from his friends presence. As usual, Mary ensured that the house was in impeccable condition, even the servants it seemed, had been polished to shine against the indoor lighting.

The musical beat accentuated the aura of over-extravagance and the other couples around them danced robotically to the beat. Thomas had learned to dance at a very young age, his mother had made sure of it but it was never something he truly enjoyed. Thomas led Constance around the floor using a simple circular swaying motion but when he realised she could dance he elevated his skill and tempo. Before long they were dancing rings around the others with dips and spins that turned more than a few heads in their direction. He realised then that to enjoy dancing he only needed to find the right partner.

A young woman roughly the same age as Constance stepped into their dance path. Thomas recognised her immediately. Abigail Darling. She was the daughter of the Mayor and being of such standing, made sure she wore a dress that showed an inappropriate amount of neck and cleavage. Only a couple of months ago the blue eyed, brown haired socialite had her eyes on Thomas. He resisted of course, seeing her true purpose. His fortune.

"May I have this dance?" She asked politely. Though Thomas gave her a slight look of contempt, it would be considered overly rude to decline the daughter of the Mayor with so many onlookers. Thomas hadn't introduced Constance as his partner but after this dance he would have to make sure that everyone knew she was more than just a friend.

"Of course Abigail. I would be delighted." He responded with false enthusiasm.

"Constance, I'm sorry. Please feel free to explore, I will be with you shortly." He offered apologetically.

Before she could respond Abigail led Thomas away from her in a rush. Thomas turned his head to try and keep his line of vision with Constance but failed miserably as the crowd of other dancers closed around them. At a last glance he spied Richard escorting her to the bar. He would have to finish this dance quickly.

 

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A lesser woman would have been jealous but Thomas's feelings where the young lady was concerned were very evident. The contempt in those eyes was enough to keep her secure in her position in Thomas's life. She gave him a soft smile before she walked away only to be approached by Richard. She allowed him to wisk her away to the bar. He himself was imbibing on what looked like some strong whiskey. "Come now, Lady Constance, what will be your pleasure."

Thinking on her father's drunkard state most of the time had turned her off on alcohol of any sort. "I do not imbibe on alcohol at all." Richard ignored her protests and poured her a glass of brandy. "There you go." The man was a neverending aggravation and he made her skin crawl. Constance put the glass aside, looking over the shoulder at Thomas.

Richard noticed this and smirked. "I think our Thomas may be smitten. You know how it is. Women come and go in a man's life so quickly." That was deliberately hurtful and Constance was desperate to leave his company. Walking through some of the people as quietly as she could, Constance managed to find a room unoccupied by anyone here.

Constance sat on a small leather couch to get a hold of her breath. That man frightened her terribly and just being around him made her feel as if she needed a bath. She looked around at the shelves of books that lined the walls. There was a portrait of Richard and his wife hanging over the fireplace. The poor woman had no idea the monster that she lay next to at night.

When Constance felt the two male hands on her shoulder, she initially thought it may be Thomas but she knew Thomas's cologne and that wasn't it. Next thing she knew Richard had her forced down to the couch and was practically on top of her. "Get off of me or I will scream." Richard laughed in her face. "And they will do what to me?! For giving a whore exactly what she deserves. Thomas may not want you so much once I am done with you."

He came up and sniffed at her skin, making her want to gag as she tried kicking him off. Tears had begun to form in her eyes and slid down her face in stark terror that she was about to be raped. There was no way he was going to take her without a fight. Constance gave a swift kick to the balls but was inebriated by the large skirt she was wearing.

Nevertheless it distracted him long enough for her to slip out from underneath him. Constance was nearly to the door when he pounced on her again, ripping open the bodice of her dress, the string of pearls Thomas had bought her went scattering about on the floor. Richard began kissing on the tops of her breasts and Constance let out a scream. "THOMAS!"

 

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Thomas Stevenson

The dance with Abigail dragged on endlessly. She seemed completely unaware at his lack of enthusiasm and draped herself mercilessly around him as they moved throughout the dance floor. When the final beat struck, Thomas quickly bowed and excused himself from her presence, Abigail tried to call him back but he had little time nor patience left to placate her power hungry whims.

He pushed his way passed the other couples rudely and rushed toward the bar. He surveyed the area desperately, searching for Constance. He couldn't see any trace of her, or Richard. The drum of his heart beat painfully against his chest. The recent image of Richard with his hand on her back brought back dark memories of his friends less than acceptable qualities.

Suddenly he spied Richards wife at the other side of the room laughing loudly with a group of other high society women. He hastily made his way to her and interjected their current conversation.

"I'm sorry to interrupt Mary but have you seen Constance?" He asked quietly. The other women in the circle seemed both annoyed and intrigued by his question.

"I believe I saw her by the bar earlier talking to Richard. He wanted to show her his art collection, a complete waste of time in my opinion. I'm always telling him how ridiculous wooden ships in bottles are. " She directed her jest at her companions and they all laughed in unison.

"Who is this Constance? We all thought you were a confirmed bachelor Thomas." One of her friends asked. Though he recognised her face, in his alarmed state he could scarcely recall her name.

"YES! Who is she?" Abigail interupted before he could answer and squeezed between two of the women to openly voice her distaste. It was as if the whole room had gone silent, awaiting his response. An uncountable amount of feminine stares zoned in on his position. He felt trapped, like a deer at the end of a hunter's barrel. It was a completely reasonable question, a man of his standing didn't just bring any random woman of the street. He knew what they wanted to hear but if Thomas told them the truth it would bury him in a pit of social back talk and harsh judgement for a extended period of time. Thomas gave himself a mental slap, there was no time for this.

"I'm sorry I will explain everything later. Right now I need to find her. I was just at the bar Mary, she's not there." He explained. Mary looked over his shoulder to confirm his comment then gave him a nonchalant shrug. The rest of the women, especially Abigail seemed completely unimpressed by his response. Thomas huffed in annoyance, he cared little for what the others thought about Constance. His only goal was to find her. All of a sudden a thought came to him.

"Mary, where is Richard?" He asked. She squinted in thought for a moment before answering.

"Ah yes! He told me he was heading to one of the guest rooms to share some cigar's with Bobby." She recalled. Thomas didn't respond he stormed off toward the back end of the house and down the corridor.

Bobby, or Robert Darling as he was known to the rest of society. Although Thomas and Richard had their own share of dark desires, Bobby's were much more depraved and extreme. It was only very recently when Thomas had cut his ties with the son of the Mayor after walking in on a very disturbing sight. Luckily Thomas was enough of a man to intervene and save the poor girl from anymore torture, Richard however, was already in the room and seemed to be enjoying every moment.

Thomas could admit that he indulged in a less than normal sexual encounters with many women but what Bobby did edged on insanity. Since he was the son of the Mayor few even dared to question or report his actions, even after Thomas had rescued the poor beaten girl and had her nursed back to health, even he told her not to tell anybody. The fact that Richard accepted and possibility even encouraged the behavior broke a part of their friendship. In the last few months they had only met for business and other public social events.

Thomas raced down the corridor opening room after room trying not to imagine what might be happening. Down this end of the large mansion the rest of the party would be oblivious to what might occur behind closed doors. He knew from experience.

Her muffled but distinctive scream was enough for him to zero in on her location. The fact that she could scream was certainly a good sign, one he held onto as he surged toward the door and burst in.

What he saw angered him to no end. Constance was being manhandled by Bobby; a very large man in his own right and Richard, his supposed friend. With his abrupt entrance all three of them looked toward him. He could see the anger and relief mixed in Constance's eyes. Her beautiful dress had been torn and her underclothes were already open for display. Both men had her firmly in their grasp and Bobby had even managed to slip a hand under her clothing and onto her breast. The lust in their eyes was evident, he'd seen it before; they intended not just to rape her but her hurt her greatly as well. Richard was the first to regain his composure.

"Ah Thomas my friend, I see you have come to join in on the fun. Or have you already had your fun with this one?" He commented slyly.

"Let her go!" He commanded angrily.

"Don't be greedy Thomas, this little whore really is quite the purchase. I'll tell you what, after Bobby and I are done you can have her back. We'll compensate you for the time of course. What do you think about that?" He offered and turned his attention back to Constance by grabbing her chin roughly and turning in toward him. Bobby used the distraction to slip between her legs and grasp at her womanhood on top of her ripped clothes.

Thomas didn't respond with words he charged forward in an attempt to abscond her from their clutches. Bobby let her go and stood up to block him; his large frame and height was enough to give him pause.

"Mr Stevenson I think it would be in your best interest not to involve yourself with this. My father is the Mayor as you know and he would be severely disappointed in you for interfering with my business." He boomed deeply. Behind him, Thomas could see Richard was struggling to hold Constance on his own, she was certainly putting up quite the fight. Though Thomas was tall, this man dwarfed him quite uncomfortably, any sane man would turn away.

And so, Thomas sighed in acceptance and began to turn away, Bobby nodded with a chuckle and redirected his attention back to Constance. With the bait easily taken Thomas took the open opportunity. He remembered his martial arts training involving a larger opponent; though their strength and size may seem like a huge advantage it was also their biggest weakness. Thomas dashed forward, crouching low and used all his weight to throw the bigger man to the ground. As he predicted, Bobby crashed to the floor heavily.

Bobby recovered quicker than he expected and managed to elbow Thomas in the jaw. Using trained techniques he applied pressure to specific points in the larger mans neck, back and sides. It took all his strength and skill to keep him on the ground and he could only hope that Constance was able to fight Richard on her own.

 

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Constance's heart was thudding heavily in fear for her life and her virtue. She didn't think she could stand being raped by this pervert. Thomas was fighting the other man. The tears fell down her cheeks for herself and the man that had come to mean so much to her so quickly. "You're going to be so delicious. I want to taste that juicy cunt." Constance used her nails to rake Richard across the face. He grasped the bleeding cheek while she was finally able to get out from under him but he grabbed her ankle. "I WILL HAVE YOU!"

The man was not mentally sound. Constance had heard madness in someone's voice before and it was in his. She had to get away from him before he killed her. It was a shock that the room was not swarmed with people with all the noise they were making. "You will not touch me!" It was a declaration of war on this man. If he wanted to rape her, then he would have to kill her first. The only man she'd give her virginity to was Thomas.

Richard growled and bit down on the side of her neck, making her scream out in terror. She tried to calm the chaotic fear in her mind so that she could find a way to survive this. 'When in doubt,Lassie, always go for the sure shot.' Something her godfather had told her as a child. Constance hiked her skirt so that her knee would have more of an impact. When it hit his balls full force, Richard turned an unusual purple color and rolled off of her while tears of pain rolled down his cheeks. She had put alot of force in that and had no doubt that he wouldn't be using that particular part of his anatomy for a while.

Someone placed a hand on her shoulder and she almost jumped. When she saw that it was Thomas she sighed in relief and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I was so scared that man had hurt you." All she wanted was right here and she finally felt safe again when his arms were about her. From the looks of it, Thomas was going to have a black eye. Her heart ached because he had been hurt because of her. The guilt must have been apparent on her face because he simply shook his head and placed a finger on her lips.

Richard's wife hurried into the room with a few others, going straight to her ailing husband. Constance and Thomas thought it better to make an exit from the party. Once they were both inside the carriage and safe, Constance finally let go of the emotions, weeping into Thomas's arms. "I don't know what I would have done if they had harmed you." It had been barely a whisper but they both heard it. He squeezed just a little bit tighter to his body.

 

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Thomas Stevenson

The struggle lasted longer than he anticipated, Bobby wasn't just the brutish muscleman he expected. It wasn't common for him to underestimate an opponent but then again he had kept himself quite distant from the depraved man as much as he could. It was perhaps his greatest mistake especially now just as he finished that thought, Bobby managed to break yet another one of his holds.

Bobby used his superior strength to push Thomas off his back and then in turn flip over and gain the upper ground advantage. Though Thomas had much better access to the more debilitating pressure points at his front, he had to be careful not to injure the man too greatly, he was still the mayor's son after all. Thomas used several quick successive strikes to his ribs and midsection, eventually the bigger man sustained enough damage to collapse. Thomas unfortunately received a clean punch to his right eye as a reward for his care.

Thomas hastily pushed Bobby's prone form off him, he quickly stood up and rushed over to Constance. Bobby had taken up all of his attention and he had no idea how she fared during his struggle, luckily Constance put up a grand fight, Richard was writhing in pain clutching his crouch in agony. Even though she was fighting for her dignity he still felt a small tinge of sympathy for his friends genitals, it was a natural response for any man when seeing the result of such an effective maneuver.

Thomas put his hand on Constance's shoulder, she jumped at first but he quickly reassured her with a strong loving embrace. It was all he could offer after such a traumatic event. Just as she was beginning to calm down, Richard was also recovering from his ordeal, as he stood up a few of the guests including his wife stormed into the room. They all seemed completely flabbergasted at the scene before them. The Mayor's son unconscious, the host stumbling in pain, Thomas and his mystery woman standing before them with ripped clothing and bruises to match.

"What the hell is going on?" Mary screamed out.

"We are leaving, Thank you for you hospitality." Thomas responded venomously before Richard could even open his mouth. Without waiting for any further questions Thomas escorted Constance out of the room completely ignoring the questioning stares of the crowd they had attracted.

As the cool air of the night assaulted them, Thomas spied his driver mingling with the other staff, he whistled for his attention and he responded immediately. Once they were safe inside the carriage and on their way home Thomas spoke again. He almost laughed at her comment, here he was worried about her safety when she was just as concerned about him. She had certainly proved to him that she wasn't just a simple damsel in distress.

"You don't have to worry about me dear. I'm so sorry about Richard and Bobby, I can assure this incident will not go without consequences. For now we return home and rest." He spoke comfortingly.

The trip home was thankfully uneventful. Thomas led Constance up to his room and into his bathroom. He ran the bath for the both of them and whilst they waiting for it fill up he took the time to have a better look at Constance's condition, her clothes were torn in several places and the brand new necklace had been torn off. Though she cried all the way home, the look of determination on her face was enough to tell him she was strong, not just physically but also mentally, this was not something that would break her and that made him all the more attracted to her. When the bath finished filling he stripped off in front of her.

"Will you join me?" He asked.