Sex Trader II

[Graybread]

Sex Trader II

This story takes place sometime during the reign of King George IV, 1762-1830. The eldest son of George III and Charlotte Sophia of Mecklenburg-Strelitz, by the age of 17 he had become, as he said, “rather too fond of women and wine.”

It is during this time the Lord William of Hackberry becomes a purveyor of young beautiful women to the Lords and Ladies of pre industrial Europe.
Born as Bill Clarke of Downing Shire, the third son of a shoemaker, he learned early that the wealthy and the Aristocracy would pay well for their pleasures, especially their sexual pleasure.
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Lord William sat at his desk sipping wine, reading the letters for new acquisitions. Two new girls would be needed, at least, according to the letters. He had a couple in mind that he thought would work just fine, and would pick up more girls as he and George traveled. He had recently met a Baroness, at that stinking dog show. The only reason for going was in hopes of meeting someone just like the Baroness. Someone with money and willing to spend it on his or her sexual appetite. He wasn’t quit sure what the Baroness was looking for though? At least he had gotten the word out. The ‘stables,’ as he called them were empty right now, but would soon be filling after this next run.

“George,” he called rising from his desk, “Get the carriage ready. We’re going for a ride. Annette, pack food for several days.”

 

[Moonbright]

Elizabeth Anne Smith

"Beth lass, scrape the taties luv," directed the cook, motioning to the sack on the floor by the sink.

"Aye Molly, has M'Lady got company the night?"

"Aye lass... cooking for eight, yih know how our Lady likes to entertain when his Lordship is away," she winked at the girl.

Beth blushed, "aye Molly ah do."

Beth hauled the sack into the back scullery and filled the sink counting out the potatoes, she knew exactly how many to peel for the number of guests. She prided herself on perfection with high hopes of becoming a maid to her Ladyship.

She also prided herself on her appearance. Always ensured her dark hair was tightly braided and pinned perfectly. One never knew when one may bump into one of the house staff, and a good recommendation would go along way to improving her life. Though a virgin, Beth knew instinctively how to look at men the right way, her small delicate features smiling from under big doe eyes with long lashes. Her petite frame barely needed the corset she wore but as she desired to be a fine maid she tried to dress like one though her dress was made from rags she had made the very best of herself with what she had. Brought up in the slums of North East England her father had secured her position at the Manor and she intended to make him proud.

Beth sang to herself quietly as she peeled the potatoes.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

"Big" Georgie Fielding:

Bio:
He's been "Big Georgie" since childhood as he was always far bigger than any his age and in fact most a couple of years older.

His Da was a drunk and a gambler, sadly more successful at the drinking than the gambling, and Mum was a 'lady of the streets, as most were from the East end, London's slums.

Big Georgie grew up hard and fast on the streets of London's slums and between his size, his willingness to brawl and an aquired skill with a blade most left Big Georgie alone before he'd even reached his teens.

In his teens he learned how arousing it was to discipline some of the whores working in some of the houses where he often worked as a bouncer.

Now in his mid twenties from a lot of practice Big Georgie was quite accomplished at teaching the girls the error of their ways, something he found sexually exciting too, and in 'breaking in' the new talent for you see Big Georgie wasn't just tall and broad all of Georgie was big, very big. He was endowed proportionate to his body's size.

Depending on the point of view, fortunately Big Georgie met Lord William as he was moving up in the world and threw his lot in with his Lordship and has been with him for several years now and throughly enjoys his work, whether it's 'breaking in the new ones' or teaching painful lessons to those already on hand and reminding them either during the lesson or after just how big "lil Georgie" is.

IC:

"Aye m'Lord. Right away and I hope that we have some tasty morsels to, ummm, aquire and train this trip sar," he replied with a wicked grin as he stood up and walked from the sitting room, ducking under the doorjamb as he did.

Once outside Georgie went to the coach house calling to Tom the stableman, "Tom, the master wants to use the large coach get out the horses and hitch 'em to the coach.
"We'll be out shortly."

When Tom acknowledges he's heard and will get right to it Georgie goes back inside via the kitchen door and then up stairs to pack a bag of clothes.
That finished he takes the back stairs down to the 'holding and training' area under the house and selects things he knows will be needed into his 'work bag'.
Once the various cuffs, collars, ropes, chains and other impliments of his trade he thinks will be needed are packed both bags are carried out to the coach and placed in the luggage area.
A quick glance shows Tom and his helpers are nearly finished and he heads back inside.

"m'Lord the carriage is nearly ready and I've packed and my things are out there all ready and waiting."

"Oh, and I talked to that farmer not far away and we struck a bargin for his daughter Bridgette, if'n ya want ta pick her up first m'Lord.
"He owes money and the one gold Louis I offered for her was a good price for one of her looks. We can go and claim her any time we want and don't have to worry about him saying anything as he's the one who sold her to me."

 

[papillon24]

san

It was all I could so as not to cry. Days had passed as we rode over the countryside. Before that were ships. I missed my homeland. I missed the smells of insense and the countryside where I had grown up. I missed the way that mama had so gently woken me in the morning and tied back my long black hain i pretty silk bands.

Now I lay chained around the neck like and animal, bare and exposed in the openness of a hay cart on my way to somewhere strange. My looks were such a contrast to those I have seenas the open cart rolls through the country. the people have stopped and staired every where we have gone. I really wasn't sure if it was because of my almond ahped eyes or the pity for my naked form as we passed.

I watch in awe as we approach the last stop. The men who took me from my home get out and speak to the people. They disapear out of sight then return.

I hear them begin to speak. "As I said sir, she's a fine trade. All I ask in return in a few nights of room and board." My hear began to race as I look for a way out

 

[landiek]

Laurel DuVoor was heading for the nunnery. She reached her eighteenth birthday and remained adament that she refused to marry. In desperation Lawry DuVoor sent her to the nuns in hopes that they would teach his headstrong daughter to be more obediant.

Her long straight tawny colored hair hangs to her mid-back and her soft brown eyes with long eyelashes added to her soft french features.

She had never known anything about life as she was sheltered by her Father and had servants wait on her hand and foot.

She wore a simple black shift that showed off the curves of her small body. (Standing 5'2", 168 with her 36/28/33) Then placed a dark veil over her head as she stepped into the carriage that would take her on her way to the nunnery

The carriage driver had remarked to her Father about bandits and so he sent a second man along, unfortunatly who was easily sidetracked by a drink and loved tavern wenches.

 

[lil miss curious]

bridgette

Walking around the house doing my daily chores i finally realized that my father was now gone.

"Father where did you go? Are you here" i shouted through the house looking for him.

I searched far and wide through the house with no luck untill finally i peered through the window and saw my father talking to a large man who looked no stranger to a fight.

Continuing his conversation he finally pointed at me as if to show the man something. The larg man smiled and shook my fathers hand.

Finally he rentered the house

"Father what was that about?" i asked him staring at him.

"None of yer business now do your damn chores it was a friend of mine Georgie and you will meet him soon enough" he screamed at me.

 

[Kiriel]

Business in the inn was brisk this day. Newcomers, many of them from foreign lands, forever hurrying in and out, demanding rooms and service for their coin. The staff of the inn, as they preferred to be called, bustled about from one place to another, attempting to quell the chaos, at least a little.

An Irish lass was in the middle of it all, patiently explaining- yet again- the procedure of doleing out rooms to a merchant, who was quite irrate that a foreigner had been gifted with a room before him.

"Sir, for the last time- it's first come, first serve, unless you wish to pay a great sum more." The young woman, better known as Aine, replied to his fustrations. Her mahagony hued hair had come loose in the activity of the inn, and it swung about her lower back. Emerald eyes snapping in her pale face, she shifted to one side to avoid one of the other servents.

The merchant, apparently not satisfied with this, set off in search of the master of the inn, and Aine surpressed the urge to hurl a few parting words to his back to convey her general mood to him.

"Aine, lass! Git your act together, er else no one is goin' t' have their rooms this night!" Groaning at the sound of the mistress of the inn's voice, Aine hurried off to greet the next guest, pasting a smile on her face to conceal her fatigue.

((If this is a bad start, please tell me. I think I'm getting sick, so it might not make all that much sense...and if it doesn't, alert me. Thanks.))

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

"Big" Georgie:

I found Lord William in his study reading over papers and when I explained about the farm gril Bridgette that I'd purchased he slid over a contract for sale into Indentured Servitude and told me to have her father make his mark on it and to go pick her up while he completed his preparations to leave.

The farm was only a few hours away by horse or coach, but much farther than most of the peasents travelled during their life as it was past the nearest village to their land. I took the coach Tom and the stableboys had prepared and made the ride in good time.

Once at there I found the farmer at home and his daughter away getting something from a neighboring farm a short walk away.

"This is the contract your to make your mark on and here's a few coins to take to the village tavern. Make your mark and go. Don't return until well after dark. By then we'll be gone and your daughter will begin her serviitude."

He quickly made his mark and eagerly scooped up the coins and left for the tavern.

After bringing in my 'tool' bag from the coach, I made myself at home and sat watching out of a window until I saw my purchase returing carrying a basket over her arm. I moved behind the door, although the presence of the coach would let her know someone was here, and when she came in and I slammed the door it startled her, but not as much as had she not seen the coach.

"Girl, I'm Big Georgie," I said looming over her and looking down at her. "I've talked with your father and given him the money to settle his debts.
"In return he signed the contract making you an Indentured Servant for an indefinite time.
"You now belong to me and will do anything and everything I wish and tell you to do and your first order is to undress yourself so I may see all of what I've bought."

I'd expected her to try and run and when she did my hand grabbed a handful of her long hair and used it to hold her at arm's length as I ripped off all of her clothing except for her shoes, one of which flew across the room as she kicked and squirmed and her arms flailed uselessly.

Now naked I just held her at arm's length and slowly looked over the lovely wench's nakedness drinking in all of the curves and hollows as well as the areas that stuck out in front and behind and jiggled and bounced so well. I was chuckling at what she was saying and yelling and sobbing as I enjoyed the unconscious little show she was putting on for me that was making Little Georgie swell and grow, something I'd take care of shortly.

 

[jubileeslave]

Local farmgirl
Jubilee
middle child and hard worker
red hair to shoulders, blue eyes, Irish looking, Sensous lips, heart shaped face, well endowed ( 40+), moderate waist and hips.
ran away from home to keep brother from taking her last virtue since she has been kinda broken by older brother

I was bringing up water from a nearby well. John was being his usual way. Grabbing my ass and making lewd comments. I slapped his hand away.

"I said ta kee yer maulin 'ands off me." Getting angry that I am behind in my chores and would be in deep dutch with our Father for getting so far behind as it was.

John grabbed my hand and put his other hand on my ass. "Quit fightin me"

I hit him in the head with the bucket and watched him fall. I ran... I had to escape before something else happened. Like he really beat me or took me to bed.

I was part way down the roadway heading towards the church. Surely I would be safe in the church. I fell once in the darkness and swore that I heard the pounding of horses hooves quickly approaching. I scrambled off the roadway to avoid being trampled by the oncoming beasts. I looked like a street urchin and most likely would be regarded as such.

 

[lil miss curious]

bridgette

"no let me go" i screamed as my body flailed everywhere

"You are mine u little wench and i will only release you when im satisfied." the man screamed tightening his grip as i could feel something brushing against my ass

finally he picked me up in my nakedness and walked to the coach. he swung the door open and threw me inside. he instructed the driver to go as he climbed in and locked the door

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Big Georgie:

OOC: You went a bit faster than "Big" Georgie was ready for you to do, afterall he's gotten rid of Dad and has you and the house until "well after dark" Bridgette.

IC:

"Yessss, you're a lush and luscious a wench as I thought that first time I saw you from the road. Well worth what I paid for you by your looks and body wench.
"Now it's time for you to begin to learn your duties. We will fuck now wench. You can do it willing or otherwise, makes no difference to me either way and you'll soon learn fighting is very painful and you'll do anything I want anyway," he says as his free hand begins to undo his belt, which he puts over his shoulder, and then his pants.

 

[Guest]

Dear Lord William,
I hope, Sir, that my letter finds you in good health and spirits. We have not met for many months, but recollections of our previous meetings and dealings sit fondly and well in my memory. When last we met my own fortunes were, shall we say, not on the ascent. I am mindful of the kindness and credit which you extended to me at that time and I am grateful.

Shortly afterwards I departed the country in a somewhat desperate attempt to rebuild my fortunes. Desperation, it seems, can breed boldness, and Fortune, they say, favours the bold. I have found both to be true in great measure. Before I left, I instructed my Agent to begin a stipend to your good self out of the income from my estates. I trust that this has taken care of any debts outstanding.

Returning to England from the depths of Heathenesse and extended periods at sea has seen me again filled with desperation, albeit one a very different kind. Being amply solvent once more in both time and in filthy lucre, I am of a mind to avail myself of your particular services. I hear from certain mutual acquaintances that your stables are somewhat depleted of late. Allow me to offer my assistance in the regard. I have learned more than a few things in my travels, and I have the resources to back them up.

Awaiting your reply,
Robert Radcliffe, Lord Ormskirk

 

[lil miss curious]

bridgette

"Why are you doing this to me" i asked trying to cover my naked body.

He stared with a smile as he took of his belt. i was in fear as he told me he would have sex with me. trying not to encour his wrath i slowly sucked his dick. moving up and down fluidly stroking his shaft as my tounge licks his head before again swallowing his cock.

"No i wont do this" i screamed as i ran back. Georgie now angry he grabbed my head and slammed my head down on the seat he held me down and spread my legs as he was about to enter me

 

[Graybread]

Lord William

“M’Lord the carriage is nearly ready and I've packed and my things are out there all ready and waiting,” George was saying. “Oh, and I talked to that farmer not far away and we struck a bargain for his daughter Bridgette, if'n ya want ta pick her up first m’Lord.”

“Excellent,” William replied. “Of course go get her…but don’t dally…I know how you are. We’ve got others to acquire as well. The time is ripe…ah…as are the wenches.” He chuckled.

Lord William watched as George took the carriage, heading to the farm. One of the many huge Mastiff guard dogs came up to him as he turned to enter the manor. “Go kill something,” he commented, scratching the dog’s ear.

He knew George would dally, the big man just couldn’t resist the pleasures of a young wench. He entered the house, headed back to his study when Annette stopped him.

“Sire, a post has arrived for you,” she said handing him the letter.

“Thank you Annette,” he said taking the letter and breaking the seal.

Dear Lord William,

I hope, Sir, that my letter finds you in good health and spirits. We have not met for many months, but recollections of our previous meetings and dealings sit fondly and well in my memory. When last we met, my own fortunes were, shall we say, not on the ascent. I am mindful of the kindness and credit which you extended to me at that time and I am grateful.

Shortly afterwards I departed the country in a somewhat desperate attempt to rebuild my fortunes. Desperation, it seems, can breed boldness, and Fortune, they say, favors the bold. I have found both to be true in great measure. Before I left, I instructed my Agent to begin a stipend to your good self out of the income from my estates. I trust that this has taken care of any debts outstanding.

Returning to England from the depths of Heathenness and extended periods at sea has seen me again filled with desperation, albeit one a very different kind. Being amply solvent once more in both time and in filthy lucre, I am of a mind to avail myself of your particular services. I hear from certain mutual acquaintances that your stables are somewhat depleted of late. Allow me to offer my assistance in the regard. I have learned more than a few things in my travels, and I have the resources to back them up.

Awaiting your reply,
Robert Radcliffe, Lord Ormskirk

“Perfect,” William said to no one, heading to his study.

He dipped the quill in ink and set it to parchment.

Robert Radcliffe, Lord Ormskirk,

Indeed Sir, your services would be greatly appreciated. I am, in fact, in need of a small favor. Since you are with sailing craft, I have an acquisition that needs to be picked up at the nunnery at La Duce in northern France. I thought her lost for the time being, but you Sir, may save the day. You need but show this letter to the Mother Superior, and the two gold crowns my rider will give you. What you do with the wench on the return trip is at your discretion.

Lord William of Hackberry

William folded the parchment, sealing it with wax, then took it down to the stable.

“Tom, I need this letter taken to Portsmouth immediately. Give it to Robert Radcliffe, Lord Ormskirk. You should find him in one of the better inns along the waterfront. And give him these two gold crowns,” William said dropping the gold in Tom’s hand. “Don’t dally lad, go.”

William watched, his arms crossed the front of his white linen shirt, as two of the mastiffs nipped at the horse’s hoofs.

“Annette…chilled wine…it’s going to be a good season,” he yelled heading back into the house.

 

[landiek]

Laurel DuVoor

She sat back and endured the ride as the carriage rocked across the landscape. Laurel sighed as the trip took longer. One of the horses threw a shoe and delayed them a day.

Laurel refused to talk to the two men that were escorting her to the nunnery. She was determined to uphold the vow of silence until she was in the presence of the Reverand Mother. Yet the delays the two kept making was driving her to rages that wouldn't cease.

She changed at the local farmhouse that they watered the horses at. Laurel found herself in the company of a young lady. She shied from the girl and didn't try to have any type of conversation. One of the men asked about the general direction of the nunnery. Laurel was enraged again as they were still two days away.

Mon Deui, she thought we'll never get there!

Finally they had crossed the river and according to a local farmer the nunnery at La Duce was just over the hillside. Praise Jesu, Laurel thought as the steeple came into view.

 

[Guest]

Lord Ormskirk

OOC: Robert Radcliffe, 13th Lord Ormskirk, A hale man of 32 years, sat at leaning back on a chair, his feet propped up on the table in the kitchens of La Duce. At 5' 11" in height and 167lbs he was considered to have aristocratic good looks. His blond hair was tied fashionably in a queue and his grey eyes watched the clock patiently.

IC: I sat there slicing an apple with a knife, awaiting the arrival of my charge. My ship, The Queen Mab had crossed the channel in less than a day. It seems that I had arrived before the 'acquisition'. Mab had always been a fast ship.

The Mother Superior had been surprisingly co-operative, indeed, she had gone out of her way to make me and my companions comfortable while we waited. I do not know what Lord William told her or gave her, but I am constantly amazed by the number of pies that man has his finger in.

I rolled the dice in my pocket across the table. 6, 2 and 5. Being the eldest son of the 12th Lord Ormskirk, I had always been destined for the number 13, and I considered it lucky in spite of general disagreement. I had grown up rather obsessed with chance and luck, in fact. I have the soul of a gamble, one might say.

I leaned back in the chair, took another bite of apple, and waited.

 

[landiek]

Upon arrival at the nunnery Laurel stepped from the carriage on her own and rang the bell. She was surprised that a young girl opened the gate and welcomed her to the Abbey.

Laurel followed her to the Mother Superior's office. Laurel sat very quietly in the chair and looked at the older nun.

"Laurel, the Lord works in very mysterious ways and of course as obediant followers of Christ. We do as he commands. "

Laurel nodded as she looked at the woman with great honor.

" You are to go with Monsuer Radcliffe, to serve in a home of one of our most generous donators. I have indeed prayed that you will find him to be most sincere in his best intentions for you, my child." The woman smiled then waved her hand to the other nun. "Take Sister Laurel to meet Monsuer Radcliffe, he will decide when they shall depart."

"Yes Reverand Mother." The girl bowed and lead Laurel down to the kitchens. "Lord Radcliffe, this is Laurel DuVoor." Then she left on her way to evening vespers.

Laurel stood there before him in a long floor length grey dress with her tawny tresses hanging around her shoulders and mid-back. Her soft brown eyes and long eyelashes added an angelic feature as she stepped closer to investigate this Lord Radcliffe. Even as he was sitting at the table he seemed larger then life to her five foot two height.

"Bon jour, Monsuer Radcliffe" Laurel felt like a child standing so close to the man. Upon regard to the her. It was obvious that she was on the plumper side but well proportioned. Her breasts seem to swell in his presense despite the corset as she had not expected to be in the company of any man after her arrival. Her lips seemed pristine and soft as her skin was porcelian perfect. "Reverand Mother, said that you will take me to where the Lord devines I serve, oui?"

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Big Georgie:

"Mmmm, yess, like that. Lick and suck on little georgie wench. It's a good way for you to begin to learn your duties and that will be one of them anytime I wish it, or Lord William wishes it too."

"Where the hell do ya think yer going wench?" he shouts as you jump up and bolt. "You'll learn wench, you'll learn to be a slut and damned fast."

Once he has you bent over he uses the belt to lash her ass as he says over and over after she stops screaming each time the belt hits her ass, "You will do as you're told without arguement. *Crack* You will obey whatever yer told ta do. *Crack* You will not run or fight. *Crack*"

This continues until her ass it bright red and covered with welts. Then he moves behind her, positions the plum sized head of his cock at the entrance of her cunt and slowly shoves until the head is against her cervix with three inches of cock still not inside of her and smiles at her screams as she's stretched by his thickness.

"Now move yer ass slut and fuck me with yer tight lil cunnie or I'll use the belt on yer ass again, and harder this time, then on those firm titties too until you do fuck me like a proper slut."

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Big Georgie:

Not wanting to injure the wench's cunt Georgie waits a few minutes until it's had time to stretch to accomodate his girth and as much as he's buried into her so far.

Then he begins to slowly take his pleasure from her cunt. Back and forth his hips move sliding his big prick in and out of her pussy over and over again until her body betrays her and she begins to move in sync with him.

" 'At's a girl," he says as his big hand begin fondling and kneading her dangling titties and he starts to move a bit faster, a bit harder. "Fuck me back like a goood wee slut should. Things will go much better for ya if'n ya remember ta do as yer told wench."

Moans and whines, whimpers slip past her lips unconsciously as she's stuffed with the largest thing to every be inside of her and the speed and intensity of their coupling grows.

Georgie moves a hand from the tit he's been playing with down under her belly and between her legs. His broad fingertip finds her hard nub of pleasure and begins to rub it, press and roll it in time to their fucking.

This drives her lust higher and unexpectedly soon her cock sheath is gripping and spasming on his prick as she wails out her orgasm.

Having anticipated fucking her and the tightness of her cunnie have Georgie at the edge of his own release. As her cunt flutters and milks his cock he drives in one last time and grinds his cock head on her cervix as his balls empty. Cum spews into her soaking wet pussy, splashes off her deepest wall to flood her cunt as she screams when another rush of intense pleasure races through her body.

Having taken his pleasure and begun her introduction to her sexual slavery, Georgie leaves her draped over the back of the chair panting and gasping, moaning and shuddering as he opens his travel bag.

He takes out two sets of leather cuffs connected by short chains and a leather collar. Moving back to Bridgette the pair of cuffs with the shortest chain are locked onto her wrists. Then he locks the cuffs with the longer chain, about a foot and a half long, onto her ankles hobbling her. Finally the collar is locked around her neck.

Georgie uses some of her discarded clothing to wipe her dry the picks her up effortlessly over his shoulder, picks up his bag and goes to the coach.

Once there one of the seat's is raised and she's put inside of the padded compartment that runs the width of the coach. A head harness and gag are buckled in place and she's curled inside the compartment on her side. He locks the hobble chain to the wrist chain and closes the lid and fastens it securely closed.

Moving to the driver's seat Georgie heads back to Lord William's manor house with a satisified smile on his face.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Big Georgie:

IC:
He's about half way to the manor when he spies someone along side of the road in the carriage's lamp light and stops.

OOC: Juju is away for a couple of days so I'll just go ahead with her aquisition as I know that she won't mind. I promise ya she won't mind at all and the story can get rolling again. *G

IC:

As he looked down he realized it was a female looking less than clean, one of the local peasent wenches most likely.

"Where ya headed at this time o' the night lass?" he asks in a friendly voice.

"Ta the church sar," she answers.

"Well as I have ta pass that way why don't ya hop on inside and I'll give ya a ride. I know his Lordship would have me do the same were he here."

After a bit of coaxing she agrees and as she passes more directly into the light from the coach lamps Georgie has no problem seeing how large and apparently firm her breasts as under the thin material of her much patched dress.

"Oh my won't Lord William be pleased with this one and she's not costing a farthing either," he thinks to himself.

When the carriage door shuts Georgie starts the team again at a sedate pace hoping the rocking and gentle ride will lull the obviously tired wench to sleep.

A short time later he opens the hatch and sees that she has indeed fallen asleep curled up on the seat opposite the one holding Bridgette.

The ride from there on is uneventful and when he's reached the manor Georgie pulls the coach to a stop at the rear entrance. When he's gotten down he checks and sees that she's still sleeping so goes inside looking for his Lordship.

 

[papillon24]

San

"We do not want her,"I hear the innkeeper say to the men who capture me. "Go down to the Manor at the end of the road about a mile down and ask for Lord William. He will for surely buy thie lass from ya. Then return with your pay and we'll take ya in."

I watch as the men come back and start the horses up again. It took along time for us to arrive at the destination. Then men got out and pulled me from where I sat naked in the cart and dragged me to the large doors of the manor dropping me at their feet.

They knocked loudly and called out "Lord William. We need your assistance. They sent us here from the inn a mile down the road."

 

[Graybread]

Lord William

As William sat in his study, he began to worry. It was late and George had not returned yet. He knew George could take care of himself that is if he weren’t preoccupied with some wench. William began to pace back and forth, knowing they were now late getting to make the other acquisitions. It would have to wait until tomorrow now. He heard the sound of the carriage pulling up outside. He sat back down and waited for George to make himself present.

“Yer Lordship,” George started, “good news. I’ve acquired two wenches, fer the price of one.”

“What,” William asked, “two, how so?”

“Found ‘er long side the road sire….jus waitin to be picked up. A runaway, if’in I aint mistaken sire…all in rags and such…but a real beauty under’neath it all.”

“Well, let’s have a look,” William said pushing up from his chair.

As they made there way down the stairs and the back hall, they heard banging and voices calling for Lord William.

“Tend to your girls George,” William said, “I see what this is about.”

As George headed for the back entry, William went to the side door, suspicious of callers this time of the evening. Rapier in hand he opened the door.

“What is it lads….the hour is late,” he said upon seeing the men standing there.

“We’ve a lass sire,” one of them said.

“For sale sire,” the other added.

“A lass? What makes you think I would buy a lass from the likes of you?”

“She’s a China doll sire.”

“Bring her into the light,” William said.

He watched as the two men drug the oriental into the doorway of the room so the light of the lantern would fall on her. To Williams’ surprise, he saw that she was from the orient, although probably not China. She had long black hair to her waist, almond shaped eyes, very small, almost adolescent shape, with a small scar branded onto her neck. The image of gold crowns rolled through Williams mind. She was truly an exotic beauty, perhaps worth 100 gold pieces.

“Ah,” William scoffed, “she’s worth nothing…she’s near death. See how frail she is…if she lives a week you’ll be lucky. Be off with you lads…I not give you a pence for her. Look…she’d scared also,” he added tilting her head to the side to show her burn.

William reached down between her legs, inserting his finger in her pussy.

“Used,” he sneered, “you bring me merchandise that is that is used, scared and with a death pallor on her face…you think me a fool,” William said looking at the men.

“But sire…what are we to do with her?”

“Feed her to the dogs,” William said, turning as if to dismiss them.

“But sire….we’ve brought her all the way out here…perhaps a scullery wench? You could use her in the kitchen sire?”

William turned back to them, his fingers rubbing his chin as if in thought. He paused for a long time, looking the girl over. He reached into his purse pulling out a half-crown, letting it lay in his open palm. He looked at the two men, their eyes staring at the gold piece.

“A half-crown…for yer troubles…and no more. What ya say lads.”

The first man snatched the gold piece out of Williams hand before the second could respond. Turning, they left the girl now slumped on the floor in front of William. He reached over and shut the door, looking down at his newest acquisition.

“Annette,” he yelled.

“Yes sire,” Annette said sleepily, emerging from her room, next to the kitchen.

“I need food…for three. Hot food….meat and bread, and wine….and some cheese. Bring it to the cells as soon as it is ready.”

“Yes sire,” she answered going to the next bedroom door to get one of the other maids up to help.

William reached down and lifted the oriental girl by her chin until she was standing. He opened her mouth to look at her teeth, then pinched her cheeks, looking for color. He turned her around, fondling her ass then her thighs.

“A hundred gold crowns,” he said to himself, “perhaps more. Put a little fat back on ya, give ya some good fuckin. Ya be ready for sale in no time….come on lass, time to see yer new home.”

William led the new girl to the back entry, in search of George.

“Let’s get em in the cells George, I got Annette getting food ready for em. Can’t have em underfed…well not right away, anyway,” he said giving George a nod. “I know yer lustin for em George, but we need to be on the road come first light. We got others waitin to be picked up. Annette will take care of em til we get back, them we can start the training. In the mean time get some sleep, we got a long ride ahead of us tomorrow.”

George got the two lasses out of the coach and they led them around and down to the cell that would become their new home for the next few months.

 

[jubileeslave]

I was dreaming that John had indeed caught me and the lifting of my body brought me back to my senses.

"Ye dinna 'ave ta carry meh like a babe. I can walk." I told the driver and then realized that I wasn't at the church.

He told me that we had passed the church and it was darker then dark and didn't feel right leaving me there and brought me to the manor.

I followed him through the dark halls and after a few moments it was too late as I was put in this room called a cell.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Big Georgie:

Georgie took the tiny slut from Lord William and tucked her under his massive arm far easier than a sack of grain or feed. He nodded at his Lordship's instructions and carried her down and put her into one of the cells.

Once she was inside he took a couple of moments to feel the merchandise and test her openings then, as she lay on the bed where he put her he told her to be sure to eat all she was given if she didn't want to be punished and painfully. Good food wasn't to be wasted.

Next he did as he was told and got first the runaway wench into his arms and was carrying her down to the cells when she spoke up in her foreign Irish accent saying she could walk.

He explained that there wasn't a light at the church so he brought her here to the manor for the night. Once he'd put her into a cell he said, "But ya can't sleep in here in those dirty rags." and proceeded to rip them all of her body. Underneath was fair skin, large firm breasts and muscled legs and ass.

"Aye, a tidy sum this trained slut will bring when she's ready for sale," he thought to himself as he backed out of the door and closed and locked it.

"You'll have good food to eat shortly. Waste one crumb and I'll leather your ass girl. Remember that. Eat is all if'n ya know what's good for ya."

Going back upstairs he carried down the slut he'd bought from the farmer. She too was awake and squirmed as he fondled her tits and carried her with a finger in each of her openings. He grinned down at her and chuckled as she squirmed and moaned in humiliation and pain. He moved his arms so she bounced in them riding the fingers untiil she was in her cell.

Once inside he told her, "I'm gonna take off the gag and unlock the chain on your wrist cuffs so's ya can eat slut.
"Make any noise and I'll turn it into screams ta teach ya to obey just like I did before.
"You'll git food and good food. Eat it all up. Waste one scrap and I'll leather ya shoulders to knees slut. Remember that."

He gave her tits two final hard squeezes and, as she squirmed and moaned again, her cuffs were unlocked, other than her ankle hobble that is. Then Georgie backed out, closed and locked this cell door too.

Each cell is seperated by thick stone walls so one can see from one to the other. The front wall is also stone and the door heavy iron strapped wood with a hatch that opens to look inside and a slot that opens to slide in food and water without having to open the door.

Now that the two sluts were secured Geogie knew Annette would have no trouble with them so upstairs he went. As he passed through the kitchen he said to Annette, "They're locked up and ready to eat Annette."

At her nod he grabbed a piece of bread and hunk of cheese, a flagon of cold water and went up to his room eating and drinking along the way.

Inside he stripped to his small clothes, put his knife and pistol on his bedtable, blew out the light and fell quickly asleep. It'd been a long day and tomorrow would be just as busy.

 

[jubileeslave]

Next he did as he was told and got first the runaway wench into his arms and was carrying her down to the cells when she spoke up in her foreign Irish accent saying she could walk.

He explained that there wasn't a light at the church so he brought her here to the manor for the night. Once he'd put her into a cell he said, "But ya can't sleep in here in those dirty rags." and proceeded to rip them all of her body. Underneath was fair skin, large firm breasts and muscled legs and ass.

"Aye, a tidy sum this trained slut will bring when she's ready for sale," he thought to himself as he backed out of the door and closed and locked it.

"You'll have good food to eat shortly. Waste one crumb and I'll leather your ass girl. Remember that. Eat is all if'n ya know what's good for ya."

"But I dinna 'ave naught else ta wear" As he tore away the flimsy shift. I had started to shed tears down my tired face as my hands went over my body to hid that which I was taught was to only be seen by my husband.

Embarrassed that he was looking at me like a prized breeding mare. Yet shocked over the warning that went with the price of the meal. I rushed to the door and found it locked and then sat down and sobbed.