The Abduction of Miss Abigail Brighton...Victorian version

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OOC...This is an attempt to tell a small story of abduction in two different styles. In this thread Abigail Brighton a young woman of high society whose carriage has broken down is abducted by Lord Nicholas Booth whose appetites run in very dark channels.
In the contemporary version Abby Brighton the spoiled daughter of a wealthy family is kidnapped from her car by Nick Booth an allround bad boy and hell raiser.

The action in both threads will parallel each other.

My accomplice in this is mya who once set my pulse pounding long ago high in the jungle canopy.
Others may be invited to participate as the story develops.


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IC...Lord Nicholas Booth frowned out the window of the carriage as it rolled out of the City towards 'Evergreen' the manor house he'd just purchased and was already tiring of. Country life was paling for the handsome young aristocrat. His evening's gaming at Harwell's Club had been cut short when Sophia Lane that horrible American actress had had the gall to burst in and accuse him of some 'breach of promise' thing, with threats of courts and barristers. It was shocking and terribly embaressing but finally the trollop had been ejected to his satisfaction and the amusement of the other members.
The evening had been sullied however and never one to moderate his tempers in the least, Lord Booth had left the club in a foul mood.

The night was dark, and the road full of ruts and there was an hour still in this swaying, bouncing misery before he was home, where at least he could lose himself in a pipe and possibly rummage the new maid, his father had sent over. At that thought he brightened somewhat. He brightened even more when Peeke his driver called down...

"M'Lord, a conveyence ahead, it's thrown a wheel looks like and there's a young lady standing by it."
Nicholas craned his head outside the window and it was indeed just as Peeke had said.
A stylish little buggy, lopsided in the ditch and a very, very pretty young woman standing beside it in some distress.
"Stop Peeke...I think it is only proper that we render aid, don't you?"

Abigail watched the carriage stop and wondered if she should be frightened.
George Tumley her companion had gone marching off to town over an hour ago to find a wheelwright and had left her, saying she would be quite allrght for an hour or two until he returned.
Now this big black carriage had pulled up with a gaunt thin man in the drivers seat and...
The door opened and Nicholas stepped out.

What a handsome young man!...perhaps it would not be a such a bad evening afterall

 

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Abigail Brighton

I am a 24 year old maiden, never yet married, nor sullied by a man. My father owned a coal mine, and when he died it all came to me. I am not the wealthiest of folk, but I am in the upper echelon. My relative wealth has allowed me to remain single well beyond the normal age of marriage.
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IC

George slowly drove the carriage home over the rough road on our way home from his company’s dinner party. The carriage bounced along, and I held on tight. It was not long before we hit an exceptionally deep rut in the road. Before I knew what was happening, the carriage twisted roughly to the side and then came to a lurching stop. George climbed out to survey the damage.

"I fear to report that we have lost a wheel. You can stay here with the carriage and the horses while I walk back to town to get a wheelwright. You will be just fine alone for an hour or two!"

I waited in the darkness, cold and all alone, for more than an hour, when finally a large black shiny carriage came up the road and rolled to a stop before me. It obviously belonging to someone far wealthier than I. A sense of relief flowed through me at the realization that this was someone from aristocracy, not some beggar who would wish to steal from me or worse.

A man alighted from the interior in the exact instant that the moon came out of hiding. My heart flip flopped in my chest at the first real sight of the man…he was young and handsome. I could not help but smile at him. Of their own volition, my eyelashes fluttered coyly. The man took off his hat, bowing slightly as he introduced himself, "My name is Nicholas Booth. I see you are in trouble fair lady. May I be of some assistance?" he asked. Any residual fear I may of had for my well being evaporated under the charisma this handsome man exuded.

I held out my hand to him, "I am Abigail, Abigail Brighton. My companion has gone to town to find a wheelwright. He should be back soon."

The man leaned down and placed a kiss on the back of my hand, "Pleased to meet you Miss Brighton…it is Miss is it not?"

"Oh yes Sir, it is Miss," I blushed at the touch of his lips on the skin of my hand, as his eyes studied me. Any residual fear I may of had for my well being evaporated under the charisma this handsome man exuded.

"Well Ma’am…we have just come from town and we passed no one on the road. Perhaps your friend has been unable to secure the help you need? I can offer you a ride to where you need to go. Or I could take you to my home ‘Evergreen’, perhaps you’ve heard of it? Once there you could stay safe and sound, while my driver Peeke and I gather up some tools and return here to fix your wheel?" offered the charming man.

My ears perked up at the mention of ‘Evergreen’, for I well knew it to be the largest manor house in the county. When this handsome man looked at me with those beautiful eyes, it was hard for me to refuse him anything, but I did have George to consider. "Well," I hesitated, clearly wanting to be talked into giving in, "what if I am gone and my companion should return? He will worry and perhaps even send out a search party."

"That is easily remedied fair maiden," he said as he moved back to his carriage, bringing back with him a nib pen and a fine piece of writing paper. "You can leave your friend a note, letting him know where you are and that all is well. Then you could let your mind rest, and come along with me. Hmmmmmmm…what do you say to that Dear Miss Brighton?" Again, he displayed that irresistible smile and coaxing eyes as he bowed his head in question.

My heart fluttered more…the man oozed charm from every pore. "That sounds like a fine idea Mr. Booth!" And so I wrote the note for George. Then Nicholas picked up a rock and set it atop the note on the driver’s seat where George could not miss it. Then he offered me his arm and helped me into his beautiful black carriage. I smiled to him, glad of the luxury and warmth of the red velour seat as it met my cold fanny. Nicholas said, "Oh dear, I almost forgot my gloves in your carriage. I shall return my sweet Miss Brighton. Sorry for the short delay."

"No worry Mr. Booth…I am very comfortable here. Please take your time."

With that, Nicholas returned to the carriage, not to pick up the gloves that were already in his pocket, but to crumple the note and take it with him. A sinister grin crossed his face briefly as he accomplished his task easily. Women were such gullible creatures after all. And as he returned to the carriage, he climbed up beside the sweet and lovely Abigail.

He gave her a delightful smile as he patted her hand and called out, "Continue on Peeke, as we discussed. The beautiful Miss Brighton will be glad she took us up on the offer Ol’ Chap!" And with that the carriage lurched forward to continue on it’s way.

 

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It did not take long before Lord Booth revealed his damned dark soul to the innocent Miss Brighton.
As the carriage turned off the turnpike and began it's ascent to the Wickleath Hills where Evergreen stood, she felt his fox gloved hand close snuggly over her bosom. It was such an unexpected shock, coming as it did in the midst of a pleasent discussion concerning the latest Paris' fashions, that Abigail could scarce credit it.
She drew back in shock...

"My Dear Sir!...How could you be so bold!?"
His next venture was bolder yet, as she felt his other hand rustle through her satin skirts and pettycoats to thrust arrogantly along her smooth stockinged thigh!

"YOU..YOU...Cad!...YOU...mmmpphhh"
His lips strangled hers in a violent crushing embrace that made her senses reel, even as she felt his probing fingers touch the inviolate, secret place between her legs and his hand tearing the tightly buttoned bodice that shielded her perfectly formed bubbies like two firm tempting melons, from his lecherous touch.

"Oh Help!
she finally managed to cry out, but Peeke's insane cackle from outside the bouncing couch and his cry of "Do her Master...Do her Good!",
left no room for doubt that help was very far away indeed.

 

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Abigail Brighton

One instant Nicholas was the perfect gentleman, and the next he was taking liberties with me that I have afforded no man! It was quite a shock. Although my heart beat quickened as his lips plundered mine, I pushed the strange excitement to the back of my mind for it would not be proper for a woman such as myself to give in to such carnal behaviour!

When at last I succeeded in garnering freedom for my lips, I cried out, "Oh Help!" But as I heard the driver's insane cackle from outside the bouncing coach and then his words of encouragement "Do her Master...Do her Good!", I knew the only one I could count on for help in this situation was myself. Having been the boss of my household and my father’s business for some time I decided it was time to assert myself and I spoke boldly in an attempt to stop this man.

"MR. BOOTH! Take your hands off me this instant! I am not some…some….trollop, I am a woman with great standing in this community." In the same breath, I called to Peeke, "STOP THIS CARRIAGE NOW!" I was so sure that I could scare the little old man in to do my bidding.

Booth merely threw back his head and laughed at my words as the carriage rumbled on. "My dear Abigail, Peeke already knows what you will learn. Peeke knows that I do what I want, when I wish it, and how I want it. He already knows better than to try to stop me." With that his lips pressed kisses against my decolletage, and his fingers probed harder betwixt my legs, sending a wanton’s shiver up my spine. I had never felt such warmth before, but I could not let this man take me like this…for that would be improper. "I am not a whore Mr. Booth, I am a lady. I demand that you treat me as such."

At my words, Booth lifted his head and his eyes pierced mine as he sent me a diabolical yet handsome grin. Seeing an opportunity, I picked up my leather gloves in one hand and slapped him across the face with them as hard as I could. The "SMACK" rang loudly in the air, a redness quickly appeared on his cheek. "Let me out of this carriage now and I shall say nothing of your behaviour to the authorities or anyone else."

With the pain still stinging his cheek, his eyes flashed in anger, and he quickly retaliated by taking the rosy peak, that he has just bared, between his thumb and forefinger and pinched it hard as he twisted it fiercely. I cried out in pain. My pain was accompanied by his promise, "You little shrew. You shall pay for that Dear Abigail." A shiver ran down my spine at his words and at the same time a strange moistness slid from between my folds down below. I prayed he would think my shivers were in fear, for I could not shame myself and admit, even to myself, that it might be something else. I knew not what his plans were, merely that I must fight him.

 

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Holding both of Miss Brighton's hands behind her back in the iron grip of his own, Lord Nicholas proceeded to rip away the rest of her bodice with his teeth, until both of her perfectly formed orbs were exposed to his wanton eyes.
She continued to cry in outrage until finally he slapped her hard enough to spin her head around and bring the taste of blood to her mouth.

"Payback, my dear and not the last of it. Now be silent and let me play or I will do much more harm to that pretty face of yours."

Abigail closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, realizing that for the moment at least she was completely at the fiend's mercy.

She felt his lips hot on her sweetly mounded breasts, kissing them entirely...licking them completely. He kept himself from the
tightening sensitive flesh of her pert young nipples intentionally. Saving those treasured bon bons for his desert.

"You seem to appreciate my attentions Miss Brighton."
He looked at her wet bosom, reflecting the liquid moonlight. Her nipples pointing like two upthrust puckered little soldiers.

"Would you like me to suck your tasty buds into my mouth...ravage them with my teeth...pull them...twist them..."

Her face burned with humiliation! The very words he used were
despicable!...his suggestions...unimaginable!..but...but...

"You DOG!...You Horrid ANIMAL!...How dare you...!"
Then his lips were on hers, crushing out the words...his tongue plunging between her tightly clenched lips...raping her mouth!
and..AND...OH NO!...NOT THAT!...
His finger, still sheathed in deerskin was sliding
between her legs...opening her most inviolate entrance...sliding hard and long into her....

"Cunt,"
he whispered against her mouth...
"My finger is in your cunt sweet Abby...how does it feel?"

 

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Abigail Brighton

As Nicholas secured my arms behind my back I struggled against him for freedom, succeeding only in helping him free my bosom to his roving eyes and ravaging teeth. I shuddered slightly as his teeth raked my bare skin. My nipples grew of their own volition, seemly attempting to reach those teeth. My body’s traitorous reaction to his roughness merely angered me further and I took it out on him. "You are a fiend…a cad…dammit Mr. Booth, LET ME GO!" I screamed at him. All that got me was a resounding slap on my own cheek. I could taste blood on my tongue from a gash where the inside of my cheek hit my teeth. I shut up.

But he merely teased my body further, laving my breasts but refusing to touch my nipples, which so ached for his attentions. He gloated as my damn body told him the true answer, but that did not seem to be enough for him. He looked at me with that smug look of his, with his one handsome eyebrow raised in question, "Would you like me to suck your tasty buds into my mouth...ravage them with my teeth...pull them...twist them..."

My body shivered as my mind painted the picture of his mouth ravaging my ripe nipples, but my mouth called him names. Apparently, every time I called him names, he was prepared to shut me up one way or the other. This time it was with his mouth once again plundering mine. The taste of his tongue was sweet and could grow on a woman…under different circumstances that is! And when his finger entered my virgin tightness, I gasped…a little shocked at how easily it slipped inside me. And it was exciting. And when he pulled his lips from mine to whisper "Cunt" against them, I realized he was not unaffected by his manipulations of my body. The filthy word, uttered on his own moaning breath, excited my body further. My chest was drawing in deep breaths, trying to calm the madness I was feeling when he continued by asking "My finger is in your cunt sweet Abby...how does it feel?"

Then I got mad. For surely he had to know merely by my body’s reactions, that his finger felt good, so very, very good. He was egging me on…goading me into anger. Up until that last goading question, I had almost given in and told him he was making my body feel good, I was almost ready to beg for his mouth on my nipples, and perhaps I would even have allowed my own hands to begin to explore his body. Instead I let my anger rule my words. "I DO NOT APPRECIATE YOUR ATTENTIONS MR. BOOTH, I DESPISE YOU, YOU MISERABLE CAD," I hissed at him, "TAKE YOUR HANDS OFF ME NOW." My thighs clamped tight on his invading hand, attempting to stop his further invasion.

 

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Lord Booth simply laughed at her fulsome protestations and pushed his finger yet deeper into the outraged passage until it met a frail obstruction.
His eyebrows flew up in surprize!

"A Maiden!?...how utterly charming...a maiden. That's wonderful isn't it Peeke?...I say ISN"T IT PEEKE?...our Miss Brighton is a virgin!."
He sighed out the last word like a prayer and Abigail wondered briefly if the knowledge of what his ravishment now implied would in some way stay his lustful desires.

It did not.

Withdrawing his gloved hand from between her legs he paused to lick the evidence of her arousal from the offending finger before tossing the glove away.

"I think my sweet that we shall need my hands unadorned for our next game."

He pushed her back into the corner of the seat and quickly drew her petticoats up over her stockinged thighs.

"Stop!...Please you must..."

"Hush now...I must insist you sit back and enjoy your deflowerment."

Her words died in her throat as he drew a wicked looking knife from his coat and ran it lovingly up her leg, slicing through the ribbons that held her hosiery in place.
Then with horror she felt the blade slicing through her undergarments and his hands stripping away the lace and silk that sheathed her innocent sex.

She closed her eyes and prepared for a cruel fate that she'd done nothing to deserve!

Something began to touch her.....something light, warm...moist. It touched where she'd often touched herself. It did not have the form or feel of his offending finger. No it was gentle, yet...yet...
Her eyes flew open as a suspician dawned on her...

Lord Booth was leaning over her thighs and it was his mouth...HIS TONGUE which was lapping at the bashful button of her sex!
Her mind revolted at the idea!
But her body was...was responding. She felt a hot liquid warmth spreading upwards from her loins...
This was obscene! The man was an...animal!

 

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Abigail finds release...not from Booth, but from her own body

Images of Nicholas’s touch on my body flashed through my mind as he used his tongue on my body and as he made good on his threat to "deflower" me. My mind’s eye replayed visions of his tongue first upon his gloved finger, lapping up the dew of my own nether juices…and then, Oh God, his tongue upon the apex of my womanhood. It was disgusting…surely not appropriate behaviour from a nobleman, an aristocrat yet! His actions were befitting those of a farm yard beast at best! Oh God, and then when the knife sliced through my fineries, I shivered in anticipation and fear. The cool night air bathed my sex briefly only to be warmed by his…his…tongue. Oh God, it felt so good. Too good. It surely is not right for me, a woman of the upper class, a woman with servants for God’s sake, to enjoy his bawdy ministrations on my body, for although he may be lower than a barn yard beast, I am not. I AM NOT, I scream the words silently in my own head as if that will make the delightfully sinful pleasures he is creating in me go away. My fingers clutch at his hair, tugging his head away from me, wanting nothing more than for him to stop this animal behaviour

As he continues his mission of deflowering me, again the images of Nicholas’s touch and words replay in my head, although this time, oddly enough, they have changed. So subtle are the changes that even I do not recognize that they have evolved. Nicholas’s earlier words, "Hush now...I must insist you sit back and enjoy your deflowerment," seem oddly loving and kind now. His tongue lapping the juices from his own glove serve now only to create a fire deep inside me, a fire that burns to get out…that only wants release. And his tongue buried deep inside my virgin hole creates a rapture in me I had never imagined, had never known possible. Instead of pushing his head away, my own fingers now pull him closer to me. I want more, so much more. I need more, so much more. I care not now how I get it, or if my behaviour is befitting only of a barn yard animal.

I clutch his head closer, my own hips pressing against his lips, and bucking again and again…my hips dancing perfectly that age old dance, one born of instinct not learned. My whole body tenses as my virgin muscles clamp tight on his tongue, and with my head thrown back, my guttural groan is torn from my own lips, "Oh my Godddddddddd, Nich…..o…..lassssssssssss," as my body convulses and my nectar flows on to his tongue.

From the front of the carriage I hear a low cackle of delight, "’at’s me Boy…do ‘er good Boss, do ‘er good!" calls Peeke. My body is feeling too much heaven at this moment to even care that my lewd behaviour was witnessed by more than just Nicholas Booth and myself.

My eyes meet Booth’s as quivers continue to rake my body, his lips merely kissing my skin softly. I know not if he sees the pleading in my eyes for more. For even I know I have not reached the heights of lovemaking yet. But I can not bring myself to ask for more from him, for it would not be appropriate behaviour from a lady. Nor do I do as I should and tell him to go to hell and leave me alone. In my failure to admonish him, I was giving him the only permission I could give him and more importantly, I was giving myself the ability to not accept responsibility for taking the pleasures my wanton body so obviously craved.

 

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Booth drew his face from between Abigail's legs and she could see in the moonlight that it was glistening with her own sweet juices.
"Ohhhh!"
she cried, averting her face from a sight so...mortifying.

"Now , now Miss Brighton, nothing to be ashamed of, you taste delightfully fresh!...a true ambrosia. Here see...?"

His fingers moistened her lips with the exotic oil of her passion. The taste of herself...was...

The carriage jerked to a halt and she was thrown off the bench seat into his lap.

"Damnit Peeke!...What's the matter! I could have bittten Miss Brighton in the awkwardest of places!"

The depraved lacky cackled with mirth....
"Why we're 'ere m'lord. 'Ere at Evergreen we are!"

Nicholas hauled himself up to the window's edge and looked out on the brightly lit mansion. Several carriages were standing out front that he recognized.
"Well Miss Brighton what marvelous timing!...I'd quite forgotten that this was my evening to host the Hell Fire Club.
I think you'll be quite a hit!...won't she Peeke?"

The coachman's wizened face appeared in the door as it opened.
"Oh yes m'lord a tasty wench like this...why the gent'sll love ya forit, they will."

Abigail was having a hard time assimilating what was going on and only recovered herself when Lord Booth lifted her bodily off
the carriage's floor and positioned her on Peele's bony shoulder.
"Sir!...I must protest!...What do you intend....I...I ...I shall scream...mmmphhhh."

Nicholas' handkerchief worked nicely in her mouth as a gag and he sent her off with a smack on the
rump.

"Peeke take Miss Brighton to my chambers. I'll be along in a minute after I greet my guests...and oh by the way. Don't take liberties...you know she's without her knickers."

 

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A sense of relief flooded my body at hearing we’d reached Evergreen. For my companion George would come here looking for me once he found my note at the broken down carriage. My relief was short lived, however, upon hearing Nicholas say "I'd quite forgotten that this was my evening to host the Hell Fire Club.
I think you'll be quite a hit!...won't she Peeke?"

The Hell Fire Club? What was that? And me? The hit of it? Oh no, this did not sound good. And Peeke’s response, issued while he was darn near salivating, "Oh yes m'lord a tasty wench like this...why the gent'sll love ya forit, they will!" confirmed that this situation had gone from bad to worse. I opened my mouth to protest, only to be gagged by Nicholas. "Mmmmphhh, MMMMMPHHH," I tried to scream to no avail.

With a swat to my buttocks, as though I was a horse that needed prodding, Nicholas sent me to be toted upon Peeke’s bony shoulder to the mansion I’d always been so enamoured with prior to this evening. "Peeke take Miss Brighton to my chambers. I'll be along in a minute after I greet my guests...and oh by the way. Don't take liberties...you know she's without her knickers," called Nicholas as Peeke struggled under my weight to the door.

Instead of stopping the old man’s touch, Nicholas’s caution seemed merely to remind him how accessible my body was, and his bony fingers crept up under my crinolines to feel my firm cheeks before slipping between them to explore the path that Nicholas’s fingers and mouth had just recently mapped out. He twirled his fingers in my juices, cackling the whole time, obviously proud of the game he carried to the house. "Well dearie, t’would ne’er do to disobey thee boss, too much. Yer privates arrr safe fer now!" With that he dumped me unceremoniously on a bed in the largest bedroom I had ever seen.

As he licked his fingers off, he waved to me, "Yep yer a tasty one ya are!" I heard the key turn in the lock as I was left alone, hands still tied, and gag still in. I lay on the bed like a trussed up pig, fighting to release myself from my bonds. For surely if I could free my hands, I could find something in this vast room to use as a weapon to defend myself. After several long minutes, my hands were lose, and I was able to pull the handkerchief from my mouth. I dared not scream for I knew there were many "Hell Fire Club" members in the house and each of them would find me a "tasty wench". It certainly did not sound like I could count on assistance from them.

Instead I quickly scurried about the room, opening cabinets and bureaus, searching for some kind of weapon. There were many clothes in most of the drawers. But in one I was able to find a large silver handled heavy hair brush, and in another several sashes from his robes…making them ready to tie the beast once I had over come him. The room also contained a water pitcher from the wash basin. So I hid the hair brush in the bodice of my torn dress, a back up weapon should I need it and I stood behind the door with the pitcher in my hands. As I heard footsteps on the other side of the door, I raised my arms high with the pitcher in hand, ready to knock him over the head. A small pang of guilt threatened to over come me, for if was honest with myself, I had enjoyed most of what Nicholas Booth had already subjected me to. But I pushed the guilt aside, for it was not becoming behaviour for a lady to enjoy the animal-like things he and his driver had done to me.

 

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The door knob turned and the desperate Miss Brighton took her position to one side, the large porcelain vase raised high above her head...
It swung open and she brought it down with a horrendous smash on poor Peekes nobby head.

"Owwwwww!"
The wretch fell into the room holding both hands to his busted noggin and thegirl bolted out of the door and right into the arms of Lord Nicholas Booth who by now was flushed with more than one glass of medeira and feeling somewhat...volatile.

"Ahh, dear Abigail surely you are not leaving us so soon!?... and look what youve done to poor Peeke!"

Grabbing her by the waist he easily carried her back into the bedroom and enlisting his coachmen's aid rapidly had her bound by the silk sashes she'd found to hanging eye bolts from the ceiling. Her ankles still clad in stockings were likewise secured to bolts in the floor about three feet apart. As a final touch Nicholas
pressed a panel and it slid open so poor Abby could see her tied and helpless state in a full length mirror only six feet away.

Hope had left her when she'd rushed into his arms, but not shame and not humiliation...

OH dear Lord the dispairing girl thought...what now...what now!

"Peeke I think that having suffered at the ungrateful wenches hands you should have the pleasure of disrobing her.
Take your time but in the end please strip her to the clothes she was born in."

 

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Abigail Brighton - becomes Peeke's prize

I was feeling a little bit bad about hitting the poor old man over the head. And as Nicholas caught me and carried me back to the bed I was also a tad angry that my plan had backfired. I so badly wished it had been the arrogant and nasty Nicholas who had received the bump on his head. Then to add insult to my injury the horrible man used the very sashes I had planned to use to tie him on me! As I lay, tied by my arms and legs, spread out on the large bed, I could not help but see the sorry state I was in as they displayed me before a mirror. With my hair all mussed, and my skin reddened and my clothing in tatters I felt completely humiliated and sank again into despair.

And if that was not enough, I was given to the lecherous old man as repayment for the smack his head had taken at my hand. He fairly rubbed his hands in eager anticipation and simply thanked his boss for the task before him. "Aye, aye Sir! I shall enjoy ev’ry ‘ast inch of ‘er as I op’n me present!"

Nicholas departed, and the old man’s gnarly fingers began to smooth my tattered clothing off my body. His fingers stroked every inch of my flesh. I shivered revolted by the sight I made in the mirror. "Yer tits’re luv-i-ly," he cackled to himself as he took his time uncovering them. Then he slapped each one hard, and I yelped in pain. "Bitch!" he cried out with glee. His ferocity caught me off guard for I hadn’t expected him to be quite so mean as Nicholas. He pinched and twisted my nipples until I cried out. "Yer only gettin’ whatcha deserve fer hittin’ me ov’r me head!" He roughly tugged my torn dress and crinolines from under me. Only my stockings remained. Then he returned to my breasts once again, and he leaned over and suckled each peak in turn, finishing each suckling with a hard bite where my nipple was scraped between his broken and worn teeth. "You’re a mean old man!" I wailed at him and he merely laughed.

"Hmmm…’ese things’ll ‘ave to go too. Master said yer birthday suit." He reached in his pocked and fished out his knife. He slipped it up the inside of each of my thighs and down to the bindings. Then he pulled them off and threw them on the floor. He moved between my legs, while he reached down and stroked his manhood. I blushed at the sight of the little scrawny man with the delighted toothy grin looking down at me like I was his prize. "The Boss didn’t say I could ‘ave you…" and he trailed off like he was thinking he might anyway as he continued to pleasure himself.

Suddenly, Nicholas appeared once again in the mirror behind both of us. He carried a drink in one hand and a cigar in the other. He sat himself on a chair as he perused the situation.

 

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Held upright by the bolts which drew her arms at 45 degree angles above her head and with her legs spread wide and tied down poor Abigail could do no more than continue to bemoan the sorry fate which had brought her to this state.
Nicholas was delighting in every rosy pink inch of her bare flesh. She had a divine body. Her breasts were high and perky, still flushed from Peekes attentions. Her waist was narrow and her tummy quite flat save for the shadowed indentation of her navel.
Her legs were long and well formed, crowned by the roundest tightest bum Lord Booth had ever seen. From between her spread legs peeked the glistening pinkness of her quim, hiding in the soft swellinga mons and hardly touched by the fine froth of pale hair that covered it.

"My Goodness Miss Brighton but you are a choice morsel.'
Boothe stood up and ran his fingers down the length of her back.
"Peeke please fetch me a bottle of very good port and one of my Chineese pipes. Load it if you will."

The coachman seemed reluctant to leave but a frown from his master sent him scurrying off, tucking his unsavoury penis back in his trousers.

Nicholas took a peacock feather from an oriental vase on the bedstand and drew it up along the soft inside of Abbigail's thighs.
She shivered...
"Are you ticklish my dear?"
He said brushing it over her breasts and under her arms.

Oh God yes!...she was ticklish...how did he know?

Now he was allowing the teasing wisp to run between her legs! ...
Ohhhhh...Ohhhhhhh...OHHHHHH!

He watched her face in the mirror as she did her utmost to control her reactions to the insidious play of the feather.

 

[mya]

The feather wisped up my body, gracing my inner thighs, my breasts, and Oh God, under my arms. Oh how it tickled. I struggled to keep from showing weakness of the tickle effect, hoping he’d think it was not a fun game and stop. I couldn’t stand the soft teasing touch of the long flowing feather. It did not seem to matter, for he seemed to know it bothered me when he asked with the delighted gleam in his eye "Are you ticklish my dear?"

I did not answer, as I kept up the struggle for control of my body. He trailed the long feather again and again…spending an inordinate amount of time on my inner thighs. The goose flesh on my thighs told him more than I wished about the state of his tickle torture. Every once in a while he’d trail it up and over my nipples…and a shudder of delight would traverse my body from head to toe. I found that I could not help but continually bite my lower lip, as the feather tickled under my arms. Finally, I broke down pleading, "Pleaaaaaase Nicholas, pleeeeeeeeeasse…"

He laughed and said, "You want more, do you Dearest?" And he moved the feather faster, creating wave after wave of tickles. Then he concentrated on my the rosy peaks of my breasts, circling them again and again, then stroking across the mountain. The feather licking each peak in turn. I arched against his dreaded feather craving it’s kiss at the same time as I loathed it’s touch. "Nic…o…lasssssss," I moaned as I shivered yet again. "I can’t staaaaand thaaat. Pleeeasse sttttop."

"In good time Abigail, in good time." Then he trailed the tip through my wetness below…painting a path of glistening wetness up my tummy, around my belly button, across my breast, pausing to circle the peak one more time, up my chest, and across my still bitten lip. "Taste your sweetness Sweetie…taste your wanton ways. Embrace it, don’t deny what you are Abigail. What all women are. What most try to hide. You are my wanton lady…of this night Abigail…aren’t you?"

"Noooooooooo," I wailed softly, refusing to admit that I was the shameful hussy he said I was. He suddenly leaned down and kissed my lips hard, the feather finally at rest, at least for the moment. His naked finger, plunged between my legs, invading the space his gloved hand had vacated in the carriage. Instantly, my body reacted with pleasure, my body arched to meet his invasion and his lips swallowed my groan of pleasure. I had just proven by my body’s reaction that Nicholas’s words were true.

He pulled his wet finger from my body as he pulled his lips off mine. Placing the wet finger to my lips, "See Abigail, your body tells the truth. Taste what the truth tastes like…lick off every last droplet…I want my finger clean." He pushed his finger deep in my mouth and I sucked greedily. He used the feather again, trailing it over my body, this time keeping it away from my breasts and the apex of my thighs. I wanted more, so much more. But he seemed intent on denying me. "You only need ask for that which you want, which you crave, Dear Abigail. If you ask, you just might receive." He continued to tease my body with the feather, adding the fingertips of his free hand, softly skimming the flesh of my inner thighs. Finally, I could stand it no longer as I begged softly, "Please, Nicholas, please. I need more. Please take me Nicholas." He smiled with delight and said, "Tell me you are my hussy Abigail. Say it!"

"I am your shameless hussy Nicholas." And I waited to see if I would indeed receive or if I would again be denied

 

[ariosto]

"Your words are music to my ears of course Dear Abigail...but your surrender is premature...I am not ready to take you yet. Though I will let you see and gage the tool that will indeed penetrate your every orifice before the night is over.
Do you wish to see my cock?"

"I...I..."

"Come now...do you or not?" he slapped the ostrich plume impatiently against his leg.

Just then a very pretty young blonde maid came in and set down a bowl of warm water, a towel and a bathing sponge. She curtsied low and was about to leave when Lord Booth stopped her.
"Madeline, this is Abigail."

The sevant bowed to her as though she were a great lady rather than a naked woman, stretched between floor and ceiling like a piece of meat.
Abigail was blushing crimson under Madelines frank gaze.

"Dear girl would you mind bathing our guest while I change into something more befitting the occasion."

Was that a gleam she saw in the maids pretty blue eyes.
The girl dipped the sponge in the water and brought it immediately to Abby's breasts. Warm sudsy water ran down her tummy and legs.

From somewhere behind her she heard Nicholas say.
"Madeline dear, Miss Brighton may feel a bit embarassed perhaps if you removed your clothes she'd feel more at home."

 

[mya]

I blushed as Nicholas offered to show me his wares. My virginal eyes were as eager as the rest of me to see it, but I knew it should not be so. "I…I…" I stammered, as I tried to decide how best to answer his question that burned in my soul. But it was not to be, for a lovely young woman entered the room. She bowed to me even though surely I, tied for Nicholas’s pleasure and his will, was lower than she, a mere servant in his household. The red flush darkened upon my fair skin.

As Nicholas requested her to bathe me, and her eyes lit up. She quickly washed my breasts with the warm soapy sponge. The damp heat encircled my globes, warming me as the water dribbled down my breasts, droplets forming on my peaked points, other dribbles rushing down my tummy to dip into my belly button, and then continue their flow down between my damp legs. The water first warming my skin and then quickly cooling in the air. Shivers once again brought goose bumps to my thighs. Nicholas watched closely, noticing her interest in my body. With that he again left, directing the lovely Madeline to consider removing her own clothing. He left so quickly, he did not hear her answer, "Aye, aye Sir."

With that she quickly dropped her frock and climbed up on the bed, nestling between my spread legs as she carefully washed my thighs and my sex. She opened my nether lips with her fingers and carefully washed each fold. I groaned at the pleasure she was creating in my body. Then she used her finger to wipe my nubbin clean. I bit my lip to keep from crying out with my need. She carefully dried me with a clean towel, and then, to my surprise, she knelt on all fours between my legs and her mouth touched my clean sex…her tongue tasted my pearl. As she explored my folds with her tongue, I heard "Master, ‘ere yer go."

And there was Peeke, having returned with Nicholas’s pipe and bottle. "Oh Mad’line girly…go, go, go!" he cheered her on. In the mirror I could see him deposit the pipe and bottle on the bureau. Then he moved quickly behind the maid, his manhood already back out of his trousers and still hard. He groaned as his fingers buried themselves between her legs. She merely spread them wider and continued to lavish my sex with her tongue. Shivers of lust were running through my body, as I watched the little old man spear his length into her from behind in one thrust. She lifted her head from me to groan her pleasure. "Yes Peeke, Yessssss!" My eyes widened. Obviously this girl had known Peeke intimately before. He pumped her hard and fast, as her tongue worked in and out of my sex. She braced herself for Peeke’s last quick and fast thrusts, fornicating just like the dogs on the farm. Her teats swinging and jiggling just like the udders of the cows on the farm. And before I knew it my body was quivering in it’s own animalistic release as I heard Nicholas from the door, "Well, well, well…what have we here?"

 

[ariosto]

Both Peeke and the maid stopped abruptly and Abby could see Madelines face drain of color.

"Naughty...naughty!"
Lord Booth was displeased. Both servants had transgressed and they must be punished.

"Peeke get up immediately."
The coachman lept up hastily pulling up his trousers over a prick gone suddenly soft and limp.

Madeline rushed naked from the bed and threw herself at Nicholas feet.
"Have mercy Lord!...Have mercy on me!"

The girls fear seemed genuine and Abigail was moved to pity her.
Not so Lord Booth.

"Get up!" he commanded.
"Peeke...strap her up. Use the cieling restraints."
The old man rushed to do his bidding hoping to get back in Nicholas good graces and in a moment the poor girl was hanging from a hook, her feet barely touching the floor.

Booth took off his thick leather belt and sent it flying across her round pretty buttocks.

"WHACK"
Madeline cried out and Abby winced at the sound.
"WHACK"...again.
"WHACK"...again.

silence....

"Miss Brighton why are your eyes shut?"

"Why I...I...don't wish to look at such barbarism, sir!"
In a trice Nicholas had her off the bed and had thrust his belt into her shaking hand.

"You whip her Abigail...make her scream."

"NO! I will not!"

"Peeke your belt please...thank you. Now hold Miss Brighton against the table please."

He might have been old but the man was wiry and strong. She found hersef pressed down onto the table top with her naked backside to her tormentor.
She would have died of humiliation! but...

"WHACK!!"
The pain seared through her like fire as Nicholas brought the belt full force across her upturned ass!
Tears erupted from her eyes...She had never been struck so hard.

She felt the belt pressed into her hand again.
"Lay on to her MissBrighton or you'll recieve the lashes in her stead."
She smelled the liquor on Nicholas' breath.

 

[mya]

With tears in my eye from the lash that my poor buttocks had just received from the vile Nicholas Booth, I took hold of the belt, for I had no choice. I knew I could not take the sharp stinging pain for long.

I took the belt over to Madeline, pleading forgiveness with my eyes to hers, I lifted the belt high in the air. I brought it down to smack her cheeks...a soft slap could be heard in the air. I hoped Nicholas's inebriated state would make it so he did not have his full faculties. Perhaps he would not notice that I did not beat the poor woman savagely.

 

[ariosto]

After a few half hearted whacks, Nicholas grabbed the belt from Abigail and laid three more savage lashes across Madelines firm round rump and then quite calmly walked over to her, took out his pego, which had grown to formidable stature and with a grunt thrust it between the her cheeks and into her cunny.
Madeline gasped and the tears she'd been shedding were replaced by cries and moans of pleasure as Lord Booth drove himself over and over again into the helpless girls quivering quim.

"Abigail..my wanton hussy, you will come over here immediately and kneel in front of this wicked child."

She hesitated, what would he require of her now!

"Peeke if Miss Brighton is not over here in 10 seconds you may have your pleasure with her!'
The thought of the coachmens hands on her sent Abby flying to the bound feet of the moaning maid.

"Now...my dear I want you to take Madeline's little pearl...you see it don't you?"

Oh yes, right there, just above where Nicholas cock was savagely penetrating the maid was the swollen wet bud of her clit.

"Yes, I see it."

"Well?"

"Well what Lord Nicholas?"

"Do I have to tell you everything Abigail!...Frig it, suck it, bite it...DAMMIT GIRL! I'm busy back here!"

 

[mya]

Abbigail

"Do I have to tell you everything Abigail!...Frig it, suck it, bite it...DAMMIT GIRL! I'm busy back here!"

"Frig it?" I wondered what he meant by that. I was a lady unaccustomed to his filthy talk. "S-s-ss-ss-s-suck it? BITE IT???" Oh God, surely he did not expect me to put my mouth upon the maid, down there. He didn’t did he?

"Peeke," bellowed Nicholas, "crawl between the lovely Miss Brighton’s thighs and show her what it is that I expect of her. Apparently I not only have to tell her everything, but it is to be our chore of teaching her also. So sorry for that Dear Chap."

Nicholas continued to slide in and out of the Maid’s dark tunnel and her face told me she enjoyed it. Quickly Peeke took up the position between my legs, on his back, spreading my legs wide, and his finger touched my own pearl. I shivered. The bony finger pressed hard against my button and moved back and forth over it. My hands held the Madeline’s hip for support. Nicholas reached one hand around her and plucked my nipple tight between his fingers and twisted it hard, forcing me to cry out in pain. "DO IT ABBY…NOW…No more excuses. You can either do this without pain, or I can string your succulent nips up to a string and I shall tug them until the about come off, and you will still suck Madeline’s pearl, and bite it, and frig it. Understand? I WILL NOT TELL YOU AGAIN!"

And touched her pearl with my finger, following Peeke’s actions down at my own pearl. Her hips immediately bucked. She liked it. I flicked back and forth, back and forth. She moaned louder and Nicholas’s shaft slipped in and out in and out, the vein throbbing before my eyes. "Use your…tongue…Abby," Nicholas gritted between his teeth as he continued to thrust with his hips. I shivered for I did not wish to use my tongue on her. But I leaned forward and placed my tongue on her bud. Lapping it back and forth with my tongue. It did not taste bad like I thought it would…it was sweet and salty. I continued with my tongue and she moaned louder still. "That’s it Abby-Girl," Nicholas hissed. "Now bite her with your teeth." Oh God, I did not want to hurt her. My teeth nibbled gently on her swollen and throbbing bud. She cried out softly, "OH yessss, yessss!"

"BITE IT HARD ABBY," commanded Nicholas as he pumped with short hard and fast strokes. Down below Peeke’s teeth complied to Nicholas’s command and he bit my own pearl hard. I cried out in pain and pleasure before sinking my own pearly whites on her pearl. I gripped it between my teeth, holding it tight. "Shake your head as you bite her Abby," Nicholas directed. And I did, and finally my teeth scraped off her bud, and she began to shake and shudder, her sweetness pouring from her. "Suck up her juices Abby, suck every last drop!" Nicholas said. And I did, my tongue laved her pearl, and the delicate folds around it. My tongue lapped it off Nicholas’s shaft as it slipped in and out of her cavern…my tongue followed the contour of the vein that pulsed on the underside of his length as it disappeared and reappeared again and again. Peeke’s own tongue lavished my bud, and his finger slipped up and down the length of my slit, disappearing into my own deep cavern. His bony knuckles rasped inside my own heated tunnel.

 

[ariosto]

What a site!...the master thrusting deep into the strung up maid's cunny while Miss Brighton, her own sex mounted on the coachman's delving tongue, knelt spread legged before the hapless girl and gamouched her under the tutelage of the master, urged on by Peeke's oral thrusts into her vagina.
If only there were a painter to record it!

Lord Nicholas released himself full into Abigail Brighton's startled face. She had been tentatively licking his memeber as she played her pink tongue over Madelines pearl and dripping petals when suddenly he pulled out, lowered his cock and sent packets of hot spend lacing across her forehead, cheeks and into her opened mouth.

"Ohhhhh!"

She sat back hard nearly braking Peeke's neck!
"Have mercy missus!" The old fellow croaked.

"No no! Peake...no mercy none at all! Lap her cunny man!
Devour the lady while I..."
He'd stepped from behind Madeline holding his dripping stiff pego, straddling the coachman's head and her knees, he thrust
the pulsing wicked thing between her jism covered lips and cried...

"Lick it clean Miss Brighton. Be a whore...suck it down!...Good girl!"

Her head was swimming! The glans she held in her mouth was still releasing and warm cum filled her mouth and flowed down her throat. At the same time Peeke was four inches deep in her cunny licking the shuddering walls as his fingers grasped and pulled at her tortured pearl.

It was....UNBELIEVABLY UNBEARABLE!

She threw her arms out, reached a crescendo of sensation, felt herself releasing all over the Coachmans face and didn't care!

She passed out.

 

[mya]

Abigail is bathed and prepped by Madeline

I awoke from my faint in Nicholas's bed. Madeline was sitting beside me on the bed. I looked around the room and no else was about.

"What's going on Madeline?" I whispered for fear Nicholas would reappear and stop her from telling me.

"It's OK Miss Brighton. You are safe and well. Master Nicholas has left me to prepare you as per his instructions. Now be quick about it Miss, for he will not be pleased if I do not have you ready in 30 minutes. Are you OK to stand Miss?"

Slowly sitting up without any problems, "Ahhh, yes I think so Madeline." She took my arm and helped me to stand, I was still quite naked. She led me over to the large tub behind a screen in the corner. It was filled with frothy warm water. "I hope it is still warm Miss," Madeline said, "you must be freshly bathed for Master." I stepped into the warm water, sinking beneath it’s depths.

"AHHHHHHHHHH, Madeline Dearest, this is heaven." I leaned back to enjoy the warm soak. "No time for relaxin’ Miss. We must hurry. Lean forward and I shall wash your hair." I did as Madeline asked and she washed my hair and bathed my body. "Aye Miss you are a beauty. Quickly Miss, step into my towel, we must not let you catch a cold." And she held the towel out for me and wrapped me in it and her arms and began to dry me thoroughly. Her hands stopped to squeeze my globes, her warm touch causing my buds to grow yet again. I blushed profusely. My but my body had become wanton. She dusted my body with lovely scented talc and then carefully and lovingly brushed my long tresses, the natural curls turning to ringlets in her magic hands. "Yes Miss, Master will be pleased I think."

"Madeline, why is that you prepare me for Nicholas? Why is it that you stay in his employ with the way he treats you? You must help me leave this place…and you must come too. You can join my staff and I shall protect you from him Madeline." She laughed softly and said, "But Miss, you misunderstand. I do not wish to leave him. He is My Master. I could no more leave him, than I could kill myself. I will serve My Master as long as he will have me."

Her words confused me. She obviously thought highly of Nicholas Booth. I could not quite understand it, and then she said, "And besides Miss, there’s no one who fornicates like He can! And he has the most beautiful manhood of any man I have ever known. You will learn in time Miss." As I remembered my own wanton response to Nicholas’s ministrations, I could well believe that one might grow accustomed to it, and yes even crave his touch in time.

"Quickly Miss, put this on." Madeline held up nothing more than a gauzy piece of baby blue cloth. "That?" I squeaked, "but that’s barely anything Madeline!"

"Aye Miss, that it is, but it is what the Master requires." She wrapped the cloth under my arms, tying on one shoulder. The darkened points of my nipples and the darkened patch of hair between my legs showed as shadows through the thin cloth. "Madeline," I hissed, "I cannot wear this, I am…I am…I am…practically naked!"

"You must wear it Miss, or Master shall not be pleased with you or with me. Please Miss, please wear it for me, or I shall feel the sting of Master’s belt yet again." I could not deny her request after that. She took me by the hand and led me to the door. Upon reaching the door, she knocked three times, and the door opened.

There stood Nicholas, checking his pocket watch. "Good girl Madeline, you have 3 minutes to spare. You shall be rewarded this evening." And then his gaze turned to stare critically up and down my length, "And you Miss Brighton, you will do nicely." With that he took my hand from Madeline’s and dragged me down the hall.

 

[ariosto]

He opened the door into a pitch black anteroom and then parted a thick curtain and led her through it. She blinked for this room was lit.
It was lit from a row of footlights spread in a semi circle in front of her. It was lit from a chandelier hooded to cast its' light down onto a plush red backless divan.
She sensed the presence of others in the shadows beyond the footlights. An intaking of breath when she walked out, a cough, murmured words...
It dawned on her suddenly.
She was on a stage! She turned to Nicholas in alarm...He put his arms around her shoulders and turned her to the unseen audience...

"My dear friends, I welcome you to Evergreen and am proud to host this months meeting of the Hell Fire Club..."Abigail's heart froze, she'd heard of the Hell Fire Club, a place of utter depravity, debauchery..it was rumoured that her uncle Lord
Pimwit was in fact a member!...
"I have brought for our entertainment tonight this virginal young creature, plucked from a desperate situation by myself and desperately wanting to display her gratitude..."a pause filled by shadowed snickering and a loud guffaw...
Nicholas pushed her forward, gripping her arms tightly.
"I presnt to you, Miss Abigail Brighton an unsullied maiden...."more snickers..."who is most anxious to please us."

There was a flurry of applause with comments like,
'Good show!, Do 'er Nick, Save some for me, and
Ohhhh yes! the last a woman's voice.

"Now dear if you please...disrobe."
Abigail was frozen...aware of dozens of eyes staring at her out of the darkness.
"Disrobe Miss Brighton please."
He leaned close and whispered urgently in her ear
"Strip of your clothes my little Cunny or we shall strip them for you."
From nowhere an enormous blackamoor appeared
garbed in open vest and pantaloons. Pantaloons that did nothing to hide the turgid member that stood like a spear before him.
"Now my sweet, he continued whispering, "please remove everything or you shall have the Nubians prick up your arse instead of my pego in your quim...your choice."

 

[mya]

Abigail

Dear God, it was bad enough that Nicholas had led me to a stage before members of the "Hell Fire Club". It could only be a disreputable club from the looks of the setting of this stage. A divan, lit up but a darkened viewing area around the stage. I could only make out the shadows of several men around the stage. The smoke and the smell of liquor was thick in the room. I stood tensely before Nicholas, as he tightly held me by my arms in front of him and presented me to the group.

The men snickered and cajoled. I shivered further and then a female voice could be heard also in the group. Dear Lord, surely a woman would not be part of this depraved group? Yet it was clearly a woman who cried out her encouragement of the debauchery that Nicholas was benevolently providing on stage.

"Now dear if you please...disrobe," Nicholas commanded. But I could not. There were uncounted strangers there, and possibly even an Uncle. It was sick and I could not do it. I stood there unmoving. Then Nicholas pressed his hard chest to my back and I felt his manhood against my derriere. It felt good and warmed my body until another large muscled man sporting a fully excited muscle loomed on the stage out of the darkness with a lustful grin on his face. Nicholas whispered in my ear, his soft breath incited my body until I comprehended his words, "Now my sweet, please remove everything or you shall have the Nubians prick up your arse instead of my pego in your quim...your choice."

As much as I feared being naked for all to see, I really did not want that monster sized pole inserted in my bottom. And somewhere deep inside I really did want to have Nicholas’s stiff member in my love canal. And so right there, with Nicholas plastered to my back, and his warm breath on my ear and neck, I reached up with one hand and untied the knot Madeline had tied not so very long ago. It opened easily and the diaphanous material floated down around my feet. There I stood, naked for all to see…my womanly peaks engorged with lust and my petals forming dewdrops between my thighs.

A round of clapping reached my ears from out of the darkness all around me. Lecherous comments rained in from all sides…"Atta boy Nicholas!" and "Yesssssssss, yesssssssss…do ‘er Nicky my boy!" and "Let me do her Nicholas!" and "Come on Nicholas, share and share alike, you know that’s our motto."

I shivered as I heard them all. They all wanted a piece of me. I was content now to have Nicholas’s touch upon my body, but was not so eager to have the rest of them touch me and worse. Nicholas lifted my right arm and placed it around behind his neck as he held me in his arms spooned against him. He grinned at the leering crowd. His hand skimmed down from my neck, over my shoulder, softly and teasingly, his fingers trailed down my chest and over my swollen nipple. He made a point of flicking his finger nail over it, and I moaned my pleasure out loud. The crowd went wild. "Ohhhhhhh yeah!" and "She’s a beaut alright!" and "Let me at her other tittie!" Nicholas’s hand continued it’s journey down, sliding between my legs easily. He cupped my woman hood in his palm as his chin now moved to rest on my shoulder. He easily claimed my body as his. His words echoed right in my ear from this position, "See fellow Hell Clubbers, I have only known this wench for a few short hours and already she is mine. See how easy it is to claim a woman for your property." And another round of applause resounded along with a lot more snickering. And for the moment I was in Nicholas’s arms and I did not care.

 

[ariosto]

Nicholas caressed her that way for several long moments, his erection clutched firmly between her pretty buttocks moving slowly up and own between them. His hands played across the front of her body like a fine violin.
Alternately squeezing her full ripe breasts and pulling, pinching her nipples, he felt her arch back and settle against him.
The crowd was humming with arousal as they watched Miss Brighton succombing to Lord Boothe's bold attentions. Her nipples had formed small erect cones from which a blush was spreading across her entire body replacing the flush of utter embaressment felt a moment ago.
Her chemise was pooled around her feet and Nicholas kicked it away.

"Spread your legs for them my sweet, let them see your jewel"
Without a second thought she did so.

"Oh yes!" she heard them say"...look at it...I see it!...frig it m'Lord!
Have at it!"

Nicholas fingers dipped between her legs and ran through the soft crown of hair on her mons to find and tease and play with the precious pearl, the center of her arousal. Abigail gasped as the delicious sensations began to spread through her...
*She was so warm, so...incredibly excited...all those eyes...watching her...goddddddd*

"That's right my whore, moan for them...I bet half the men have their members stiff in their hands from watching you.",
he whispered.
"Let's give them a better view shall we?"

He nodded and the giant nubian came into the spotlight.
Abby opened her eyes and starad at him, at his enormous...
"Don't worry m'dear Ali will not put thar awful thing in you...yet."

Yet!...

Suddenly she found her legs lifted up on the giants shoulders. There was a gasp from the audience. She looked wildly down at the Nubian while Booth held her shouldrs and continued to play aggresively with her swollen clitoris.
The mans lips began kissing the tender flesh inside her thighs...
"Noooooooooo..." she cried, and the crowd roared.

Dimly she saw a man approach the stage holding his stiff erection
out for her to see., then another...and another...
Oh my god...all those men...hard for....me.

Ali had kissed and licked closer and closer to her sex
she was twisting her hips, digging her heels into the mans broad dusky back.
Nicholas fingers dived into her wet quim, they pushed in to the
first knuckle then the second...
She almost blacked out...tensing every muscle in her body...the sensations were cascading on each other...
Ali's tongue replaced Booths fingers in her cunny but the Lord of Evergreen continued to rub and frig her clit until it seemed to be screaming!

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHGODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!