The Education of a Proper Victorian School Mistress

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Squire Edward De Pire idly tapped his riding crop against his riding boot as he sat mounted on his hunter his dog Furieux ranging through the tall grass. He seized at the fact that his father very much like Queen Victoria herself did not have the good grace to die and make room for the next generation. This his 40th birthday and he was still the young Squire, not Lord Dunbar.

“Damn……..patter……..Damn”

Wheeling his mount De Pire wildly galloped over the mores to the manner house, Furieux close behind his master’s horse the steed was lathered and near to winded as De Pire clattered into the paddock slipped from his mount and casually tossed the reins to the groom, Edward De Pire took his pleasures hard and fast the master in all things save one, the manior Dunbar where his aged father was still Lord and Edward was forced to bid his time maintaining all the outward appearances of Victorian propriety.

Clarence the butler approached Edward as he entered the cool confines of the Georgian manior.

”Squire the estate agent Barlow wishes to see your father on an urgent matter, yet I fear his Lordship has left for the continent and the fall season in Switzerland…….”


“Show Barlow to my study Clarence I shall deal with it and then inform father if the case warrants it.”

Barlow entered moments later and spoke of a tenant to old to work, and six months in areas of his rent.

“And who is this lazy cur Barlow?”

As Barlow mentioned the name Edward De Pire eyes lit for this could prove to be fine sport for what promised to be an other wise boring fall. The old man meant nothing to him but his rather calmly daughter, so virtuous and pure, the so very young schoolmistress for the wretches of the estate works was quite another matter.

“ Barlow I shall deal with the matter.”

De Pire took pen in hand and started to write on the estate’s letter head.

Dear Miss……..


A matter of the grievous importance has arisen concerning your aged father, Please see me at the earliest possible moment.

Edward De Pire Esq.

Edward ran his fingers threw his ginger hair and his hazel eyes cruelly Sparkled at the prospect of having the Virtuous school Mistress at his mercy.

 

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Miss Adelia Forster

Miss Adelia Forster made her way through the streets of Ponteland. She was carrying a bundle of books, and the cobbles of the street were slick with ice (the bitter Northumberland Winter was setting in) so she conducted her self with great care, the route from the school to her lodgings became very treacherous at this time of year.

At 23 years old Adelia was proud to have achieved the education and the position she had. She was a schoolmistress at the DePire Works, dispensing letters and numeracy to the poor children of the parish. Not only had she attained this in despite of her sex, but of her class. Her father came of gentry stock, but of a line that had fallen on hard times may decades ago, and there was little advantage of money for her.

As she arrived her landlady handed her a letter. This was odd enough, for Adelia rarely received correspondence, but the nature of the letter was astounding. It was written on fine black marbled paper, tied with a red ribbon and sealed with wax. The address was written in golden ink. Adelia noticed as she broke it, that the seal was that of the De Pire family, the local landowners and the Lords of Dunbar. Adelia read the contents, written in similar gold ink, shielding it from the nosey gaze of her landlady:

Dear Miss Forster,

A matter of the grievous importance has arisen concerning your aged father; Please see me at the earliest possible moment.

Edward De Pire Esq.

This had Adelia instantly perturbed. Father had been left all alone in their small farm, with mother dead and no sons to care for him. Adelia had hated to leave him to fend for himself, but George Forster was a proud man who wanted his daughter to go far, and he had ordered her to leave him. Adelia was wracked with guilt and worry over her father, and spurred by this she made all speed to Depire House.

The House was some way out in the countryside, and so Adelia had need to hire a cab (for which she had to pay over the odds, squandering the little cash she had). At least, she reflected, Northumberland was no longer haunted by moss soldiers, reivers and bandits that would prey on any traveller worth the bullet-lead.

It was already dark by the time the carriage drew up to the arching stairways of the entrance of Depire House. She was shown in by the butler and lead through the sprawling manor past rows of arms, armour and trophies of the hunt (including a stuffed tiger the squire had brought back from his time in India. It marvelled Adelia to see such a beast in the fur, if not the flesh). There were also many portraits of the family, going back to Tudor times. All of them were men of proud bearing; all of them had a glint in their similar hazel eyes, a glint that ranged from the mischievous, through the devilish, to the outright malevolent.

Adelia hastily checked her appearance in the mirrors she passed. She was slightly windswept, but she did her best to push her raven locks up into a respectable bun. She had a smooth, light complexion, and startling almond shaped green eyes under dark lashes. All who saw Adelia Forster accounted her beautiful, though she thought herself a sight at that time, with her hair all blown about and her cheeks blushed by the biting wind and worry. ‘It will have to do.’ She though to herself, as she came before Squire Edward de Pire.

He was sitting, almost lounging (in a dignified aristocratic way) in a green leather-bound armchair beside a roaring fire, with a large dog lying at his feet. He was a man in his still in his prime, lean and fit, well dressed with a face that could be called handsome, and that de Pire glint in the hazel eyes, this time quite inscrutable. There was a touch of grey in his red hair at his temples, but he showed no other sign of age.

“I have come as you asked, Mister de Pire,” Adelia said as she curtsied, though suddenly a trifle breathless, “Your letter made it seem most urgent…”

 

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The weather was abominable which was to say it was normal. God how Edward hated the dank dark winter, the heavy mist that clung to you, the damp stark days that clawed at your spirits. Patter was away for San Moritz while he was condemned to another dreary winter, attending to the estates business. Corbeau, Edward De Pire’s Gentlemen’s, gentlemen discreetly announced Miss Adelia Forst arrival. Ah his at least held the promis of livening the dreary winter.

Edward lounged in his study and waited the arrival of his new amusement. The first session was always the most difficult, as his latest victim would fain innocents and virtue, he eagerly awaited the shocked expression when his intention became clear, the outrage, but oh how sweet this pitiful little dove’s surrender when she finally realized she had not real option but to submit to his will and his pleasure.

Edward De Pire did not immediately rise as Miss Forster was ushered into his presence but rather took the time to leisurely inspect her. Edward was pleasantly surprised at the radiance of her beauty, the grace of her form, the innocents that radiate from every pour of her being. Oh yes she would be quite the delightful little tart for him to enjoy. Languidly Edward De Pire rose, extending his hand, indicating that Miss Adelia Forster take a seat opposite of his.

“I have come as you asked, Mister de Pire,” …………………..“Your letter made it seem most urgent…”

Adelia Forster’s curtsied, so prime so proper, the way her high firm bosom heaved, and the breathy erotic quality of her voice.


“Miss Forster, it grieve me so to have unconvinced you on such a foul evening but as I said the matter is of the grievous import.”

Like his forebears Edward De Pire was ruthless in battle as well as in business and he wasted no time in getting to the heart of the matter.

“Miss Forster I fear your Father is in arrears for his rent,

 

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Adelia Forster

Mister De Pire did not rise for a second. Evidently he thought himself too exalted to show prompt courtesy to a lady of no property. He languidly looked her over, and gave a small smile before standing and offering her a seat. He seemed annoyed, and replied to the courtesy of Adelia's greeting with a cold haughtiness. She was piqued by his lack of manners for a second before he dropped a bombshell on her.

“Miss Forster I fear your Father is in arrears for his rent."

"In arrears?" she echoed in disbelief, "but this cannot be, I send him some money every month to help with the rent. He assures me that he has no troubles..."

Adelia was briefly annoyed at her father for keeping this from her, but then she felt the guilt of abandoning him alone with nothing but some petty cash to sustain him.

"Mister de Pire, I am in your debt..." (she instantly regretted that choise of words) "...for coming to me with this instead of taking proceedings against my father. I am more than willing to make up my father's account with you. I has some little earnings, I am sure that in some time you will be re..."

Adelia's speech is cut off by Edward de Pire's raised hand and the shaking of his head....

 

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"In arrears?" …………."but this cannot be, I send him some money every month to help with the rent. He assures me that he has no troubles..."

Edward watched as all the appropriate emotions of shock, concern, and anger with her elderly father and his situation clearly played across the features of Adelia Forster’s face. There was not true compassion there, only the stogie middle class morality of Victoria’s reign, and a tinge of guilt perhaps on the young woman’s part, in that she had not done all society dictated in relation to the caring for of her elderly father.

"Mister de Pire, I am in your debt.........for coming to me with this instead of taking proceedings against my father. I am more than willing to make up my father's account with you. I have some little earnings, I am sure that in some time you will be re..."

Edward De Pire had cut off Adelia Forster with a casual wave of his hand then slowly rose from his seat and took three steps towards the hearth, holding out his hands to warm them in the glow of the fire.

“Miss Forster I could never accept money from a lady……Gentleman do not do such things…………………It would be most improper.”

Slowly Edward De Pire walled behind Adelia Forster’s chair and she lost sight of him for a Monet.

“Yet Miss Forster there are other ways to settle your Father’s debt and to insure him a reasonable stiepance for his remaining days..”

Edward sliped the pin that held Adelia’s prim bun in place and watched as her silken tresses cascaded down around her shoulders. As the frighten doe gasped in shock Edward De Pire’s lips claimed Adelia Forster’s in a most scandalous and intimate kiss.

 

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Adelia Forster

Adelia is puzzled by Mr De Pire's words, mystified when he lets her hair down, and shocked to her core when he leaps upon her. As her lips parted he thrust his throbbing tongue into her mouth!

She let out a muffled scream as the squire's hands trailed over her body, and began to flail at him ineffectually. Then her hand touched one of her hairpins, pulled out by de Pire's violence. Adelia grasped the sharp implement and stabbed it into his hand.

With a cry the squire let her go and Adelia rose to her feet, clutching the long pin like a dagger over her head. Her hair was flying wildly around her, her cheeks were flushed pink and her bosoms heaving.

“Mister de Pire!” she exclaimed in a voice full of indignation, touched with only a little fear, “What do you think you are doing? It is quite something that you speak of what a gentleman should do and then attempt to ravage me like a beast!”

 

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Adelia’s balled little fists beat against Edward’s chest her screamed muffled in that scandalous kiss.


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The pain laced through De Pire’s hand, a crimson drop formed s on the back of his hand.

“Mister de Pire!”…………….“What do you think you are doing? It is quite something that you speak of what a gentleman should do and then attempt to ravage me like a beast!”


Adelia Forster voice full of righteous indignation, touched with only a little fear, as she stood there with her miniature rapier in hand ready to defend her honor. Suddenly the small study is filled with Esquire Edward De Pire’s laughter. He sees the confusion in her wide innocent eyes.

“I see your honor means more to you than your aged father’s welfare”

There is a long moment of silence. Then Edward bellows.

Corbeau

Nothing can be read on Corbeau’s face as he enters the room.

”Sir”

Have the constable execute the warrant on Mr. Forster and have him remanded to the debtor’s prison.”

 

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De Pire starts to laugh and Adelia thinks that he must have taken leave of his senses. He has to be mad, belonging in Bedlam.

“I see your honor means more to you than your aged father’s welfare”

Perverse as it is, Adelia is cut to the quick. Despite the insane impropriety of the situation, she was still ashamed that she had not given a thought to her father as she had struck out...

She almost jumped out of her skin as De Pire shouts out a word she does not recognise. 'He might as well be a barking mad dog' she thought to herself. Then the butler appears and...

"Have the constable execute the warrant on Mr. Forster and have him remanded to the debtor’s prison.”

"NO!" Adelia shouts before she thinks. The butler stops and De Pire just stares at her with that malevolent twinkle and an arched eyebrow...

Slowly Adelia lowers the bloodied pin, and she hangs her head as she lets it drop to the ground. A gesture of defeat.
"Ahh*... *hum* Al, alright.." she says in a tiny, faltering voice.

 

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Edward De Pire if nothing else was a man of his class. He lived for the hunt, felt constrained in his natural appetites by the suffocating murexes of Victorian society. He watched with keen interest Miss Adelia Forster reactions to the little vignette that he and Corbeau acted out for her benefit. The shocked realization that her aged father, once a gentleman of means, now reduced to a tenant arrears in his rents, deep in d3ebt from his gaming was now about to be committed to debtors prison until he could, or she could settle his accounts. Edward could see the guilt play in the dark sultry shadows of Adelia’s, the hesitation as she stood there like the knight errant her hat pin her rapier,

"NO!"

Her sweet voice as clear as the clarion call of the bugle. Slowly the her hat pin rapier tumbles from her dainty fingers, her proud head bows in submission, her dark silken tresses cascading around her shoulders and the delicate features of her face..

"Ahh*... *hum* Al, alright.."

Adelia’s voice falters, just barely a whisper, as she stands there defeated bound to a fate not of her choosing, for honor and duty to her father.

“Corbeau escort Miss Forster to the play room and prepare her for my amusement.”

Oui Monsieur De Pire.”

The butler’s voice deep flat, subservient to the will of his master.

Mademoiselle This way.”

Corbeau leads the hapless Adelia from the study down the long corridors of the De Pire Mansion, down long dark descending stairs to the old catacombs of the house, to that portion that once was an Abby, and there in the flickering candle light Miss Adelia Forester entered the chapel of the damned of as Esquire De Pire preferred to call it the play room.

Your Hands Mademoiselle!

The tone in Corbeau’s voice left no doubt that this was a command, not a request. With a swiftness that belayed the advanced years of the butler Adelia Forster’s dainty wrists where bound, hoisted above her head till only the4 yips of her toes grazed the stone floor. Thus suspended her supple form was drawn tight as a bow string accentuating the delightful curves of her young virginal body.

Corbeau left with out making an other comment to leave the terrified girl alone with her thoughts. How long Adelia hung there in the flickering light of the candles she did not know, suddenly there was the rasping of sandaled feet and a figure dressed in black approached from out of the dim shadows, the hood of the black monk’s robe pulled down low obscuring the man’s features.

 

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Adelia is numb to her wits as she is ushered along the corridors and labyrinth of De Pire House. The French butler speaks not a word to her, merely leading her along like a prisoner into the dark places and passageways.

Finally coming to a halt she finds herself in something like a... a dungeon! The scene is like something out of lurid gothic novel, but its immediacy lends it an eerie creeping fear that Adelia finds hard to resist.

Your Hands Mademoiselle!

The peremptory Gallic order makes Adelia jump and she extends her wrists before concsiously thinking about it.
And before she realises it she is being hoisted up by her wrists until she can barely touch the ground with her toes.

"What are yopu doing?!" She cries out in alarm. "What are you doing to me? Where are you going?!! Please!" Her protests are water off a ducks back as the butler turns dispassionately away and disappears.

She stands, or perches there for seemingly interminable minutes. Her body is drawn out and her muscles scream out in the struggle to stay standing. Alternately her wrists are pulled painfully and her legs stretched out. Her shoulders and back and body ache as she hangs like a ham in a butchers. All alone and terrified, not knowing what will happen next.

"Dear God!" she whispers to herself, "Nobody knows I'm here!"
Then a shadowy, cowled figure emerges from the darkness and makes a scraping, ominous approach towards the helpless Adelia.
"Who are you?... Mr. de Pire? Please... Please, What are you going to do to me?"

 

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Adelia graceful form is stretched as tight as a bow string the subtle curves of her youthful body displayed for his admiration. Edward De Pire clawed, as if some fiendish vision of the black Mass approaches the hapless victim he circles her like a tiger circles its pry, his movements slow, graceful and threatening all at the same time.

"Dear God!"…………………., "Nobody knows I'm here!" …………"Who are you?... Mr. de Pire?”………….” Please... Please, What are you going to do to me?"

Adelia voice a mere whisper, the outrage, the indignation now gone, only the whisper of a frighten child remains, a frighten child caught in a living night mare.

Her pleas are met with deafening silence. The clawed figures is now behind her out of sight, its hot breath coming in short pants, stirs the whips of hair at the nape of Adelia’s neck. Hands lightly rest upon her shoulders, glide down the sinuous curves of her torso to Adelia’s wasp like waist. Then ever so slowly they glide back up to cup her taunt breasts. One by one the buttons of her dress surrender to his nimble fingers.. There is a maddeningly familiarity as his hands again caress her bound figure. The ties of her skirt open, the useless garment polls around Adelia trim ankles, slowly her garments surrender to his fingers. The Clawed figure teasingly explores each new patch of her satin flesh as it is bared to him. Slowly the bow of her camisole surrenders, the cool dark air caresses Adelia’s firm proud breasts. He nibbles at the nape of her neck, the tips of his fingers lightly circle her areolas, and gently he rolls Adelia’s nipples between his thumb and fore finger. She is helpless totally at the silent fiend’s mercy.

“Your first lesson will now commence my dear.”

 

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The tension of fear burst out of Adelia in a tiny squeal when something out of sight touches her shoulders. There is hot breath on the back of her neck that sends cold shivers down her spine and fills her stomach with a churning fear.
“Ohh God.” She whispers as the touch creeps over her body to the accompaniment of that animal-like panting. She whimpers as something takes hold of her breasts. Looking down she can see the manicured aristocratic hands crawling over her.
She looks up and away and shuts her eyes tightly. “Our father, who art in heaven…” she begins to murmur the Lord’s Prayer. (Adelia was a good churchgoing Anglican, her father had never held with the Methodism that spread through the working classes)
“…Hallowed be thy naaaH!” she cried out as the nobleman’s fingers begin to undo the fastenings of her dress. Slowly in faltering voice she continues through the prayer. “…As we forgive those who trespass… Oh God please stop!” she moans to no avail.
“Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on Earth as it is in Heaven. Ameah*aaaahh*”
The intonement becomes a wordless moan as her breasts are stripped bare and something begins to nibble at her neck and touch her sensitive nipples.

"Your first lesson will now commence my dear."

Edward de Pire’s words send more shivers through Adelia. Her body, stripped to the waist, is covered in goose bumps, the result of the cool air and the fearful situation. Her nipples too are hard, and grow harder under the ministration of de Pire.

“Please let me go. Mister de Pire? Please just let me go!”

 

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How pious Adelia was as she gasped and panted out the “Lords Prayer”. Edward De Pire smiled to himself as This devote little Anglican Miss whimpered and asked her God for deliverance, Yet even as she prayed Adelia’s Foster’s pert little nipples became hard as twin diamond, her areolas puffy mounds of sensuous delight.

Was it that the raven haired beauty was so spent that her lithe innocent form pressed back into Edward de Pire but why then the soft mewing moan?

“Oh yes” The Pious Miss Adelia Foster’s innocent young body, was ripe for the picking. Her mind, all her upbringing may scream no, but all ready her nubile virgin body was screaming yes. Edward De Pire knew only to well that given a choice this beauty would never surrender her charms and virtue to him and he had no intention of giving the raven haired beauty a choice.

“Your first lesson Miss Foster is that you can hide nothing from me and all that is yours is mine to do with as I please.”

Suddenly His hands are gone the sweet seductive touch gone, only the night breeze that shifts threw the catacombs, and the old chapel caress Adelia’s pebble hard nipples. Adelia Foster is left there suspended between heaven and hell……………..alone……………… her captor, her tormentor out of sight for the moment…………..so very alone she hangs there…………..only the rasping of De Pire unseen sandaled feet greet her ears.

Then the slow rasping of a drawer, idle humming now, reminiscent of Gregorian chant, but some how malicious rather than divine.

WHAM

The unseen draw slams shut

CRACK

A sound like a pistol shot rents the stillness, yet there is no arched smell of gun powered.

The black clawed form of Edward De Pire is befor Adelia Foster again.. A sliver glint flashes from his hands, he idly twirls a wicked Saracen blade against the tip of his finger, a ruby drop of blood forms at the point of contact.. A short whip dangles from his wrist. Edward De Pire runs the flat of the blade along Adelia's silken cheek, it follows the curve of her jaw, down the sinuous alabaster column of her throat, hovers a moment above the hallow of her neck, where her life force pulses. Then it moves on tracing the contours of her proud young breasts. A flick of the wrist and the flat of that blade kisses Adelia’s distended nipples. Then a series of lightening movements and Adelia Foster is totally naked in front of Edward De Pire only her petite shoes and silken stocking are left to her.

He lefts her chin, their eyes meet he holds her with those piercing hazel eyes, as a snake holds the bird with his. Then without warning the knife flashes again swift and sure………….. her bounds are severed. Adelia Foster lays crumpled on the stone floor. Her raven hair cascading over her alabaster shoulders naked as the day she was borne .

De Pire smiles down at her.

“Ma Chere Stand……………..Place your hands behind the small of your back I wish to examine your body.”

CRACK

The sharp pistol like crack of the whip again.

“Now”

 

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Adelia starts visibly as the sudden noise behind her splits the air. When de Pire comes back into view clutching a vicious weapon in each hand he looks the very image of terror. Edward de Pire was the talk of the parish when he was in residence at De Pire House. He had been sent to the army as a young man, and had travelled widely in the Queen's service. There were some dark tales that circulated about him too; some lurid accounts of strange exploits in India or in Egypt. Some even whispered about outlandish goings-on at the manor. Adelia had always thought of them as the malicious gossip of resentful tenants... until now.

The point of the blade advances towards her and Adelia tries to draw away, but she is helplessly bound and can only watch The glint in de Pire's cruel eyes as he brushes the cold steel across her exposed skin. Electric fire flashes through Adelia's body as he playfully tickles the sword-tip across her nipples.

She is hardly given time to draw breath before de Pire, with quick movements, has dismembered her dress and undergarments, leaving them in pieces around her ankles.

Adelia's heart leaps into hermouth when she sees him draw the blade back for a great swing... She is suddenly certain that this moment will be her last, but then she finds herself tumbling to the ground in a heap alongside her clothes, quite unharmed.

Ma Chere Stand……………..Place your hands behind the small of your back I wish to examine your body... Now.”

Shakily, Adelia obeys. She stands straight and crosses her hands behind her back. She is acutely aware of the cold air against her skin. Her breasts are pushed forward by her posture and their points are embarrasingly sharp. Her eyes dart around to take account of every movement her captor makes (each one inducing an anxious anticipation of unpredicatble new terrors). Never in her life has Adelia felt so horribly exposed and vulnerable. Her body quivers and her teeth lightly chatter in her head, despite her best attempts to control them...

 

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Like the hunter he is Edward De Pire watches as shakily, Adelia obeys, She stands straight and crosses her hands behind her back. She has obeyed him without hesitation. Edward muses to himself what a good little dove she is trained by class and society to obey and he would use this basic flaw in the raven haired beauty to his best advantage and her ultimate undoing he would lead this young innocent in to a world of debauchery that she would never escape.

Slowly, blatantly, he studies the young beauty His pricing hazel eyes boring into her, holding her cool green eyes captive.

“Miss Forester I do love your posture. The way your breasts are pushed forward, Your nipples, their up turned points……………………..No me dear no need for embarrassment I like the sharp little points they form I fin it quite delightful.”


His voice is soft seductive and oh so casual as if they where discussing the weather. There is an evil glint in his eyes as he slowly leans forward licking his parched lips his tongue darts out to circle first one than the other of Adelia’s puffy areolas. Edward De Pire’s tongue flutters across the tip of her diamond hard nipples. His hands slide down Adelia’s silken sides, he suckles her traitorous buds, his hands fingers idly trace random patterns on the silken alabaster flesh of the innocent virgin’s thighs. Slowly he encourages the innocent beauty to part her thighs Then slowly De Pire fingers tease and please Adelia’s virgin folds. De Pire plays her innocent form as a master plays a fine instrument, bring unconvinced sensations to his little captive dove.

“Adelia you will call me Monsieur ”

A pause

“I Shall call you Miss Forester for now”

Another pause.

“Now Miss Forester you will thank me for touching you and beg to let me use your mouth for my pleasure.”

De Pire’s tone left no doubt that this was an order that was not to be disobeyed.

 

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Adelia remains frozen to the spot as de Pire puts his lips and tongue on her sensetive nipples. She wants to reach out and stop him, to push him away, but the terrifying knife and whip are still close at hand and she just shuts her eyes tight as he puts his hands on her.

The long, strong aristocratic fingers push her milky thighs slowly apart and snake their way into her private places. "*Ohh*" Adelia murmurs against her own will as she it buffeted by ripples and then waves of sensations that are both delicate and strong.

She cannot help but arch back her neck and back, exposing herself to de Pires ministrations. Her fear and her unwelcome arousal weave a strange prison for her will, and the soft cultures tones of de Pire's voice worm subliminally into her mind.

“Now Miss Forester you will thank me for touching you and beg to let me use your mouth for my pleasure.”

When he steps away to speak Adelia comes more to her senses. 'I'm not bound' she thinks to herself, 'I could run.' Yet then comes the dizzying remembrance of the labyrinth that brought her here, and the vicious tools at de Pire's disposal, and the dark tales of his exploits...

"Th, th, thankyou Monsieur, for... touching me. Please may I use my mouth for your pleasure?" she says, not fully understanding the meaning of the words...

 

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"Th, th, thankyou Monsieur, for... touching me. Please may I use my mouth for your pleasure?"

she mimics the words he has given her. Edward De Pire know right well that Adelia is not fully understanding the meaning of the words. Like a doe cornered her eyes dart about the evil chapel looking for some avenue of escape, then the slow realization that there was no escape.

“Have you ever been with a man before Miss Forester.”

De Pire’s voice soft subtle, almost hypnotic, yet the tone told his captive dove she must answer and again those maddeningly delightful teasing and pleasing fingers toyed with the virgin folds that stood guard over the entrance of her Secret Garden.

Edward De Pire had no intention of giving his innocent victim a moment to think or rebel. He would only let her feel, feel the sensations the slowly building fire of wanton desire which he would kindle in to lust. A lust this innocent young school Mistress had never experienced in her sheltered, pious existence. Edward De Pire would introduce Adelia Forester to all the subtle temptations of the flesh. He would teach her to server his parcuelar needs.

He smiled down at the confused Raven haired beauty, the back of one hand soothed and stocked her cheek, while the other’s fingers traced the warm moist folds of Adelia’s virginity. Again he bent his mouth to the virgin’s succulent nipples and devoured them as again she arched her back at theses new sensations. His teeth seductively grate across her swollen and oh so sensitive nipples. A finger moisten by Adelia unbidden moisten cunny slips just inside the moistened velvet fold to tease and coax the hooded guardian of her most precious treasure from its hiding place. Then again the question.

“Have you ever been with a man before Miss Forester?”

A pause, he flits her chin, with but a single finger, his lips and mouth leave off the sweet suckling of her pert, proud breast to brush her lips with the most fleeting and seductive of kisses, De Pire’s tongue glides across her moist full lower lip. To dart boldly into her mouth to taste Adelia for the first time, then as quickly as it was there it was gone.

“Miss Foster shall I teach you to please me with your mouth?”

A question, a seductive temptation, and order all at once by that smooth hypnotic voice.

 

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*Oaoaoh*
Adelia breathes as de Pire's fingers probe a little deeper into her. His question is a probing as his touch. "No, Monsieur." she manages to utter in answer.

A different kind of shiver runs through her as he stares into her eyes with his own hypnotic gaze. Her breasts heave as her breathing deepens and the moistened points glisten in the flickering light. The lightest brush of his lips then the touch of his tongue against the sensetive edge of her lower lip sets of an intense chain reaction.

"Yes..." Adelia finds herself saying in answer to de Pire's second question, "... Monsieur." she remembers to add to the end.

 

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*Ooohhh*

The sultry moan escapes Adelia’s parched lips and her hips seem to arch to him just for a moment.

"No, Monsieur."

Her response a ragged gasp of a sigh. Her lithe from now covered with a fine sheen of sweat, Adelia’s breathing shallow and rapid. De Pire’s eyes hold hers, his kiss seductive and tempting her will crumbling as kiss and eyes bid the innocent inexperienced girl to his will.

"Yes........................ Monsieur."

Again his lips brush hers his tongue glides across her glistening lip, the perfect pearl white ridge of her teeth to finally slip within the warm, moist confines of her sweet mouth. Slowly expertly he deepens the kiss till Miss Adelia Foster almost swoons on the teasing probing finger.

The kiss is tenderly broken and Edward De Pire begins to instruct miss Foster in how to please him with her mouth.


“Miss Forester open my rob. Now……………………………………”

 

[Guest]

de Pire thrusts his throbbing tongue into Adelia's mouth with such ferocity and passion that she is alomst carried off her feet. When the deep kiss is broken she takes a moment to steady herself...

...The she tentatively obeys and undoes the belt of the robe and gingerly pulls its folds apart. Despite herself she gasps and steps back at what she sees underneath...

 

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Adelia obeys, a gasp, just the slightest, touch of crimson kisses her innocent cheeks. Edward De Pire’s voice is soft, reassuring and he praises her.

“Well done Miss Forester now kneel…………………….cradle my manhood in your hands………………..yes that is it ,............well done Miss Forester……………………..you please me so my little dove.!”

Slowly methodically he instructs her


“Feel it is velvet softens on your cheek………………….Rub the tip on your nippls dear feel the it embrace it with your smooth proud breasts.......................Yes you may kiss it now Miss Forester.”

His voice, his hands caress her heaving breasts, his fingers tease Adelia’s swollen ,blood engorged, nipples. Edward De Pire never allows a rest from the soft, sensual tactual attack on her excited yet so innocent body. Like wise that soft seductive and oh so hypnotic voice assaults her mind and will, never letting it question, never giving it pause to think or reason only to obey.

Step by step Adelia Forester descends into a world of sexual bliss as De Pire slips his iron cored manhood between her ruby lips all the time praising and instructing the young School Mistress in the finer art of oral sex not only how to give pleasure but to receive it as well from the mere fact that it is a forbidden act and always when she obeys he praises her.

 

[Guest]

“Well done Miss Forester now kneel……………………."

de Pire places a strong hand on Adelia's head and pushes her down firmly but gently until she is forced onto her knees before him and those piercing cruel eyes look down on her from on high.

"Mister de Pire." Adelia begins wanting to beg de Pire to set her free to forget this terrifying dream, "Monsiuer, please..." but de Pire cuts her off and takes her dainty hands in his.

cradle my manhood in your hands………………..yes that is it ,............

Her hands are still enwrapped in de Pire's own as he moves them up and down the length of manhood. She is shocked by how hot it feels. Her breathing is ragged and she is unable to look away from the hardening member, unable to believe the taboo act she is performing.

“Feel it is velvet softens on your cheek………………….Rub the tip on your nippls dear feel the it embrace it with your smooth proud breasts.......................Yes you may kiss it now Miss Forester.”

"Oh god!" Adelia gasps as she is impelled by de Pire's strong hands and powerful voice to rub his manhood on her body. Its warmth on her face and breasts. Then he takes hold of her and presses her around his thick shaft, now erect and rigid as steel. Adelia is transfixed by the cyclopean eye of the beast that lies twitching in her bosom.

His nimble fingers tease her enflamed points and Adelia moans *ghaa* *uuhh*. Almost subliminally she cranes forward and puts her lips to the shining head. Her lips are already slackened and yielding when de Pire pushes gently and firmy between them and into the moist warm recesses of her mouth.

"Hmmmp, mmmm." Adelia murmurs as she takes his length and begins to suck as instructed. Her mind reels as it consciously takes in her circumstances. Just hours ago she would never have imagined that she would even show an ankle to a man, let alone come that night to be knelt naked before a man suckling on his engorged penis...

 

[cgraven]

Edward De Pire is quite pleased with the way this frightened little doe, her deep green eyes wide with, fright and something else, a dark something that she is not yet aware of. His black heart rejoices as Adelia responds to his commands.

"Mister de Pire…………………"

The small pleading voice starts, then like a dutiful student she corrects herself.

……………….Monsieur, please..."

The petite beauty willingly yields to Edwards’s strong hands and subtly commanding voice. A small tweak of her pointed nipples

*ghaa* *uuhh* the soft moan , the sweet parted lips glistening ruby red, the virgin sacrifice cranes her innocent mouth forward, A gentle trust of the hips and the iron core members slips into the sweet moist virgin recess of Adelia’s mouth.

"Hmmmp, mmmm." the soft vibrations caused by Adelia’s mummer sigh causes waves of pleasure to radiate through Edward De Pire. There is delightful eagerness in the way this little doe follows all of his instructions, how she strives to please him as she suckles his raping cock in her mouth.


A gentle hand strokes her wild mane; the fingers of the other hand lazily roll a taunt nipple between thumb and finger.


“Miss Forester you please me well my dear………………………I am quite delighted with your efforts and well pleased my dear.”

A cough, a gag, the velvet hammer nudges the back of Adelia’s throat. He lifts her chin again his eyes hold hers captive.

“Relax Miss Forester………relax me dear”


Edward now takes her throat, it is not brutal but genteel, seductive, and all the while he praises his little student when she succeeds. The terrible need for release is building deep with in his lions, yet he stays the lust to gentle withdraw from that heavenly haven Adelia’s tongue follows his retreating weapon and he graces it with a few drops of his essence.

A Black communion Edward muses, the innocent on her knees her tongue out to receive his essence. Now strong hands raise Adelia to her feet. Their eyes still locked, his lips brush hers again and again till at last he claims her mouth in a most scandalous “French kiss.”

 

[Guest]

The taste and smell of salted musk fills Adelia's senses as de Pire's manhood fills her mouth. A gentle thrusting and subtle hand upon her head induces her to bob up and down on his penis, treating it like a meaty lollypop, sucking and licking up its length.

Then thrust goes deeper and the instrument is forced down to Adelia's gorge. She gags and rejects the porbe, but de Pire lifts her chin, straightens her graceful neck and holds her captive in his serpentine eyes as he thrusts his throbbing member into her throat. He coos pet names and praise to her as he uses her face and mouth and throat.

Then slowly the one-eyes serpend wriggles out of its plundered nest and Adelia finds her nude form pulled to standind. Her head is light and she falls into a near swoon as de Pire forces his tongue were his manhood went. His arms wrap around her to support her and his hands trail over the flesh of her hips and derrier. His glistening erection sliding and rubbing against her flat smooth belly.

"Monsiuer..." Adelia gasps when he braks from her, "You have undone me. I am quite ruined..."

 

[Guest]

The taste and smell of salted musk fills Adelia's senses as de Pire's manhood fills her mouth. A gentle thrusting and subtle hand upon her head induces her to bob up and down on his penis, treating it like a meaty lollypop, sucking and licking up its length.

Then thrust goes deeper and the instrument is forced down to Adelia's gorge. She gags and rejects the porbe, but de Pire lifts her chin, straightens her graceful neck and holds her captive in his serpentine eyes as he thrusts his throbbing member into her throat. He coos pet names and praise to her as he uses her face and mouth and throat.

Then slowly the one-eyes serpend wriggles out of its plundered nest and Adelia finds her nude form pulled to standind. Her head is light and she falls into a near swoon as de Pire forces his tongue were his manhood went. His arms wrap around her to support her and his hands trail over the flesh of her hips and derrier. His glistening erection sliding and rubbing against her flat smooth belly.

"Monsieur..." Adelia gasps when he braks from her, "You have undone me. I am quite ruined..."