The Undoing of Heaven

[BigBlackGodess]

The Undoing of Heaven/ A Civil War Era Tale

OCC: A historic tale of pride and its consequences.
CHARACTERS:

Heaven Dupree: A Canadian bourne black woman, coming of age in the pre civial war. She is about tall with large brown eyes. She has the color of her father, sepia wraped in warm honey. And the look of her mother, a Spanish bourn beauty with high cheek bones and thick dark hair that lies clinging to her back.

Richard Millford Southport: A widower and wealthy Louisiana slave owner, a tall man with devilish cold blue eyes. Loved by the townspeople, feared by his slaves. The Lord of the manor still in mourning for his beloved wife, doting on his youngest daughter to ease his pain.

Sally Ann Southport: Richard's youngest daughter,aged 19. Fair and sweetly attractive, with a heart of stone. A blue eyed brat that commands her fathers devotion. A master manipulator, in love with Richard's oldest and dearest friend Henry.

Henry Lattimore Stevens: A gambler and a rake, he is the best friend of Richard. A powerfully built man, with shoulder length blond wavy hair and peircing blue eyes. A man that wants for nothing because he takes what he wants.

IC: Heaven's hung her head low as she rode in the carriage to the marketplace. One month ago she was at home in Canada, free and happy. Today she was almost and the end of dusty long journey to where she could not know. Fooled by a twist of fate, she was taken in the night from her beautiful home in Ontario. Her family was told that all the girls in her town aged 11 to 23 could take part in a wonderful opportunity to attend a new finishing school near the border of Ontario. With pride, her father a wealthy second generation freed man and her mother a high born spanish dressmaker, eagerly paid the 20 dollars necessary to have Heaven attend. Bubbling with excitement herself, she and 22 other girls from her area boarded the carriage to Percy, Ontario. Dressed in beautiful new outfits, the girls chattered noisily the entire trip. They all fell asleep with dreams of learning to serve guest and solicit the right kind of gentleman caller for marriage.
Daybreak brought a new set of emotions. Gone were the nice polite smiles of the finishing school teachers. The smiles were replaced by the angry sneers of 10 men. White men, with cold heartless eyes.
Clinging only to thoughts of home Heaven, clutched what was left of her dress after the probing rough, hands of her captors. It could only be called a miricle that she had kept her virtue intact after the long journey.
Now in the marketplace, caged like an animal, Heaven diverted her eyes, trying to call attantion away from herself. Although she was a woman, she could read and write as well as any of her captors. The others had no idea where they were, but Heaven knew that she was in Louisiana. Suddenly she was pulled to her feet by her hair, her face slaming against the bars of the wooden cage. A man walking by witnessed this and rushed over. "How could you damage a beautiful looking thing like that", he said. One of the captors named John looked confused. "What ever do you mean Richard," he asked. "Richard replied, "the dress you idiot, the dress"! "Do you want the dress?" John asked. Unlocking the cage, John told Heaven to step out. Richard moved closer eyeing the dress, but not Heaven. "I wonder where she stole it". John spoke up quickly, "This is no ordinary slave here Richard." "She is one of the gals we got from Canada." They both let out a hearty chuckle. "Well can she talk?" Richard asked.
"Whats your name gal?" Heaven had watched silently ask her friends were sold one by one to lusty white men. Some did not wait for the ride to their homes to have their way with the others. She was relieved that she had thus far been spared. In her heart she hoped to see her father appear and take her back home to safety. She remained silent and defiant. A swift, fast, meaty landed square on her lips. The taste of blood filled her mouth. "Heaven" she cried, "my name is Heaven." "I will buy the dress if the girl is half price", Richard spoke at last. Besides my youngest daughter needs a teacher and this gal seems to have the necessary skills. "Done", John said, as he sold the dress to Richard for 100 dollars and Heaven for 50.

The ride home with Richard was uneventful. Which surprised Heaven. Upon reaching the manor, she was sure that she could write her father and have him ransom her freedom. Heaven could tell that Richard was a man of wealth. He had a large manor and several slaves. She was directed to the rear of the house and told to remove the dress, and wash it. Removing the dress, Heaven noticed a tall blond man was watching her from the distance. Torn between hiding her body and relishing the first bath she had been exposed to in a month, Heaven shrugged off modesty for a moment and enjoyed the cool water on her skin.
Clear, clean water coursed down her brown body. It formed a puddle on her creamy thighs. Gliding willy-nilly down her smooth back, it curved where she curved. The sun bathed her body in a golden glow. Her nipples reacted to the joy of the bath and stood firm and proud ending in stiff points. Heaven let her hair down and it cascaded to the middle of her back where it clung lovingly to her spine. As she poured more water over her head, it ran down her cheeks coating her lips making her smile. Smiling, was something that she hadnt done in a long while. Heaven was enjoying her bath until she remembered the watching stranger nearby. The feeling of him moving closer startled her back to reality.

 

[BigBlackGodess]

 

[SexyChele]

OOC: Welcome Godess to the SRP forum! This truly sounds like a wonderful story, and I hope you get a cast of characters willing to devote as much energy as you obviously have in getting it started!

However, just a word of warning....all characters here must be at least 18 years of age. I noticed you have one characte way below that age. She will have to age quickly or the mods (very cool people, believe me!) will have to do it for you.

Welcome again, and best of luck to you!

 

[BigBlackGodess]

the Undoing of Heaven

thank you for telling me that
I didnt know.

 

[Forrester]

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[Swashbuckler]

Henry Lattimore Stevens

The card read, 'My dear, Henry, I have just purchased a new housemaid and some others. Unfortunately, business is calling me away for a few days. If you would be so kind as to drop in and get things setteld for me while I am away. Thank You, R.' I could still read the perfect hand of my dear friend. He was far too generous. How could I possibly turn down an oppertunity to oversee his estae while he was away. Perhaps the young Sally would be there, I had thought at the time, and it brought a thin smile to my lips. I had called for my horse at once and rode down the road to my freind's estate.

As I had trotted along the redmud roads I had the most wonderful vision of a new house maid. Richard would definately need her propperly broken into his routine while he is away. How sweet it would be to have a truely beautiful slave to deal with. But my heart held that she was probably a whip worn hag as they all were.

Having read all the latest literature on the inferiority of the negro, I had to admit from personal experience, that it was in fact true. They were so docile, sometimes it was not worht the effort to lash them. Espescially the women. Who seemed to be bloodless at times. Now they all had the right feminine virtues of flesh, but not the resistance of spirit that could be savored in the congress. I sighed and wiped a wavy blonde strand from my forehead as I absently handed the reigns of my charger to stable boy of about 45 years. I had not the time to even notice the creature as I lept up the white steps to the front door.

As soon as I was settled with a brandy and one of Richard's cigars I was informed that the new house girl was in the rear of the house, getting prepared. Sipping down the rest of the brandy and leaving it on a side table I rose and wound my way past Richard's beautiful ornaments, a tribute to his position, to the rear of the house.

I stopped as the chocolate skinned daisy was asked to strip her dress and bathe. She noticed me and my eyes iced with lust. It seemed to unnerver her a bit as she followed her instructions with a twinge of reluctence. The water passed over her flesh, glistening silver upon her dark canvas. My tongue wetted my lips as I watched. My eyes, burning her skin, exploring her unblemished beauty. I do declare, I had never seen a more beautiful woman. White or black, she was truely a prize. I had to congratulate Richard on his choice. My eyes locked upon her nipples as the cool water drew them out and taught before my pale eyes. My lips spread into a half grin, heavy with diabolic intent.

She paused in her bath, looking up at me, she movedto cover her cocoa lobes. With that I set my jaw and strode forth, in an aloof air of confidence, locking my eyes upon her dark ones. I strode right up to the side of the bath, "Well, were you not told to clean your filth, girl?" I demanded in a threatening tone. Continuing with a hauty air of disdain, "You will do well to learn promptness if you are to stay in the good graces which have brought you to this house." Reaching down and sqeezing a dark nipple with a pale thumb and forefinger, I drug her up by the teat from the water. She squeaked a protest, but I silenced her as she reached her feet. Looking down into her eyes, bending my neck to put my eyes a hair's breath from her own, I hissed, "Now missy, since you have stopped bathing, it would seem you are ready to get to your chores." Her bubble slickened nipple sending shocks of lust through my finger tips. The white of the bubbles shone in stark contrast against her toned skin. Her lips moved as if to speak, with a sharp tug I pulled her to my chest and drove my tongue into her lips, smothering her words with an explorative kiss. My free hand fell hard upon her ass, her cheek bouncing at the slap. An indignant forefigner pressing against her rear entrance as the other fingers squoze her redened cheek.



OOC:
BBG, thanks for the invite to join you. This is giong to be a wickedly wonderful. ~Swash~

 

[BigBlackGodess]

OCC: The role of Heaven will now be written in the first person.

The tall blonde stranger approached me. Instinctively, I cluthched my arms protectively around my bosom. I stopped in mid motion, halting the lather of the rag against my skin. His eyes had captured my activity of the bath. His blue vision now encompassed the large round browness of my own. Savagely wrentching my arms away from myself, he lunged at me, grabbing my erect nipple. Handling me roughlyand pulling me out of the bath, this tall stranger snapped my head back and explored my lips severly with his mouth and tongue. In a swirling blur I smelled the rich hearty flavor of a cigar in his clothes. On his tongue was the faint trace of brandy, flavorful and sweet. Holding me firmly, I could feel the surge of his loins, hard and severe on my naked stomach. Usings his free hand he swatted my behind in reprimand for my resistance. Waves of stinging shot through my legs. Fighting back tears, for a blind brief moment, the kiss comforted me. His large imposing form felt solid and strong. It was the first sort of human contact that I could understand in over a month. Gone were the jeers, yelling and hot uncomfortableness of the heat of this new land. For an instant the kiss was like a dizzing snow fall after a winter rain, flutterlike but instanly dissolving into the wet slickness of the rain.

Like a thunder clap, I was jolted back to reality as his uninvited large finger found its way into the crevice of my backside, poking deeply at my snugness, opening my insides to a foreign sensation. Instantly I pulled free and slapped heavily across his face. Without waiting for a response, naked I ran towards the house, up the white wooden stairs and inside.

Astonished at the site of me, a hush fell over the room. I stood there, unclothed wet and soiling the rug. I noticed the man from the market that purchased me, sipping a drink and dressed for a trip from what I could tell. Fumbling I tried to remember his name. Err, "pardon me Mr. Southport but I am here by a gross error, my father is a monied man who would be happy to double what you paid for me", I began. Cackling laughter errupted deep from Southport's throat. The footsteps behind me silenced my plea. Suddenly aware of my nakedness, I tried to cover myself. I slowly backed away looking for an escape. In the pit of my stomach there was a surge of anguish and the sinking of my heart. There I was, wedged between the wall and the tall man with the blue eyes.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Henry Stevens

The bubbled and slickened browned skin beauty pulled away from me, babling about her father paying for her freedom as she shrank away from me, finding herself against the wall. I roared with laughter as I put a powerful arm on either side of her head and stood in close to her. My eyes burning with malice and desire as I pressed her frightened form to the wall. My lips only an inch from hers as I hissed, "Well missy, first of all, I am not Master Southport. You can call me Master Stevens, your owner's neighbor and freind. I have gladly accepted his invitation to settle, or break, you in." Pressing closer and growling just as my lips find her chocoalte neck in a soft, but threatening bite, "The choice is yours, the last choice you will ever have I should think."

Latching on to her sweet neck I could feel the frightened pump and rush of blood to her tiny brain beneath my flicking tongue. Pulling off ehr neck and raking her perfect negroid form with my icy eyes, I whispered, "And I should think that there will be no more talk of your father or a nigger's fortune for your freedom. Even if it existed beyond your overactive imagination, Southport could never part with a specim such as yourself, girl."

I instantly leaned my shoulders back, and pressed my inflaming groin against her exposed black wool, crushing her ass to the wall. I flashed a cruel grin beneathe my mustache before I shouted into her face, "Now, missy, it look at the mess you have made! You have dripped all over the floor and went and got my white suit all soaking! You clumsy, inconsiderate little slut!" Keeping my eyes locked on hers I slowly drew back from the warmth of her young, dark flesh; watching for any indication, any sign of terror or defiance. Smiling coldly I snatched her thin wrist in an iron fist, my white fingers digging deeply into her dark wrist.

A powerful jerk and twist and I had her sqealing in shock and pain as I drug her towards a chair in the corner of the room, "I suppose we shall just have to start teaching you a lesson on compliance then, shall we?" I asked non-chalantly. Reaching the chair I tossed her into a ball at the foot of the chair. Her still wet feet sliding on the floor as she crashed. I grinned in pleasure at her powerlessness as I whipped the broad leather belt from my waist.

Grabbing the dark nymph by the scroff of the neck I pulled her up as I sat on the chair and lowered her roughly, over my knee. I pressed thigh against her mons as my leg lifted her ass high for display. Gripping her wrist I pulled her arm high up on her backto force her face to the toe of my boot. "Lesson number one, missy," I said as I slowly doubled the belt up. I raised my hand high and held it a moment as I absorbed the beauty of her cheeks, turning my head slightly I caught a glimpse of her delightful pussy between her cocoa thighs.

The air was split as the belt flew from high to her right cheek. The sound of leather crashing powerfully into her flesh filled the room. Her rippling ass bounced in response. The force and pain drivnng her pubis hard upon my thigh. As she screamed...

 

[BigBlackGodess]

IC: Heaven

Cornered and dragged, I thrashed about blindly fighting back tears. How I longed for home. Canada, so far away from these evil doers, and their putrid minds. Our country home, rustic and filled with the sweetness of my memories. The quiet nights walking just before sunset, humming happily. I remember the sweet taste of fruit, ripe with the essence of a savory mouthful. I remembered Mother, always submered in work, never to busy to give my shoulder a loving squeeze. More times than I can remember, she would recant high tales of her Spanish ancestors seas away. I recall Father, a gentle giant, a pipe for of snuff going over his business affairs. His brow almost surpassing his lashes, deep in thought, always busy. Stopping only to kiss my forhead and hold my hand. Instantly, I returned to the horrid reality surrounding me.

And now, all at once, a hulking stranger, digging into the flatness of my neck with deliberate hands, throwing me over and downward. My brown form, slowly drying, leaving the residue of unremoved soaps, slid to the floor. The air in my lungs compacted and rushed out with a gasp from my corrugated body.
Like a dark rag doll, I lie in a heap, allowed to steal two short breaths before the assult revisited my slumped form. Barking at me, Master Stevens disgraced me. His words ripped at my being as he mouthed words I have never heard spoken in mixed company. He stripped away my hopes to leave this place. My eyes blurred with quickly forming tears.

A broad leather strap whistled loudly as it was pulled for Master Stevens narrow waist. In my mind I reiterated his threats asking me to choose between being settled or being broke in. Not totally oblivilous to a man's carnal desire, for the first time in my life, I truly felt trapped. I tried to swallow the tight knot of bile that threatned my throat.
All at once, Master Stevens had his hands full of me. His evil blue eyes, searching mine, for the fear he knew they contained.


Still gripping my neck, Master Stevens slung me against the white canvas of his suit. His lust apparent as my breast bone took on the blow of his errectness. With the hardness of his lust digging into my chest, Stevens raised one knee. The cold air and the relinquishing wetness of the bath deepened the airy exposure of my virtue. In my minds eye, I could feel his gaze on my last possession. There quivering, was my brown backside exposed and parting. Deeper still, the slickness of my inner region told the tale of brown tender folds that rested gently, secureing the soft pinkish rosed center. The center that glistened and sparkled like a confectioner's candy covered treat.

For a moment all was calm, as if by some miracle I would be spared a lashing.........
Quickly, the air paused and was suddenly run through, the sweet, agonizing crack of leather against flesh errupted into the still guietness of my calm. In reaction my backside rippled and reared upward receiving the impact. A strangled mixture of blie and anguish spilled from my lips, A shrill scream passed my lips. Tthe backs of brown thighs feeling the stinging blow, tensed. Tiny tears left my eyes as I sensed more to come. In a rhythmic motion, swat upon smack it rained down. Swearing and cursing he did not relinquish his battery.
All the while, Master Stevens twisted his knee into my virture rubbing the opening of me with eager friction.
A hot, blantant sensation began to arise in my hips. Faint at its inception, the waves sprang from my backs of my thighs and around. The ache of the stings from the whipping and the sensation of Stevens knee ravaging my opening drove the feeling onward.
Searing my breast bone, I could feel his lust surge on. Struggling to free myself only made Master Stevens grasp me tighter. The sight of me there naked and struggling was mortifying. My dark form in contrast with his white suit and the brown belt. The reddening of my backside being probed at intevals by Master Stevens' white hands.

Every now and then the belt grazed my exposure and became shiny with my secretions. Slowly a puddle of my own lust began to form. I tried to concentrate on the horror of this fiendish act but the rough handling of my opening was more than I could bear.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Henry Stevens

Tears leaked from the corners of her dark eyes. Screams began to turn to gasping cries from her lips. The dark skin of her round ass rippled and reddened under the blows. Her responses were perfect, I thought to myself, as I paused and felt her seared flesh with my fingers.

My nostrils caught the scent of her uncontroled passion welling within her. Glancing at the glistening edge of the belt, I saw that she had more leaking than tears, a smile of debauched cruelty passed my lips as I drove two fingers into her glistening opening. The shock of this new assault sent a shrill gasp from her lips, cutting off her pants of exhaustion sharply. Her hung head flung up, eyes wide with new terror. Every muscle in her body stiffening with fright, and surprise. Surprise at her own curious desire.

Lightly dragging the rough, unfinished side of the belt across her marked and reddened ass as my fingers worked her greased entrance, "You might just make it, missy," I said in an icy whisper, slow and cool. Sharp contrast the the furious explorations of her inner secrets that my fingers were enjoying with savage determination. The moan that I heard let me know that she was losing a battle between her persona and her body.

In one fast motion; I pulled my fingers from her, dripping with her evident arousal, as I laid the belt, hard across the crack of her ass. The triangle tip of the belt wraping under to catch her clit cruelly, as the rough edges slapped against her enflamed and slickened lips. I watched as they spread and squished not unlike melting chocolate pieces on a summer day. She tried to scream, but had not the breathe. Her chest heaved and her mouth opened wide, in a futile effort for releif. Seizing the oppertunity, I plunged my well greased fingers between her lips and spread her flavor over her own shocked tongue. "Taste that, missy!" I ordered with a shout. My voice changing to a hiss as her stunned lips closed over my fingers, "That taste is you, girl." I informed her as I lowered her off my thigh. Adjusting her face between my legs.

Pulling my figners from her mouth, "Well, missy, I am going to see if you can use those lips on soemthing more apropriate than fingers," I said as clam as the Mississippi on a breezeless evening. Raising the belt up in a threatening manner, and reaching down to pinch a hard and sweated nipple cruelly, "But, but missy, after soaking my suit, don't fail with me again...." I let my threat trail off and hang in the air, like a cloud for her despair. I opened my thighs and leaned back and rasied my trouser shrouded member towards her lips, with a satisfactory grin on my face.

 

[BigBlackGodess]

Heaven

Severely, Master Stevens searched my inner virtue. The wide point of his knuckle grazed my opening, sending a shutter through my body. In vain I tried to quell the uprising deep within me. The sensations overwhelmed me. The rough material of his suit against my body, his invading knee held fast to my opening, and the intrusion of his finger fuled the fire of my corruption.

After excavating my source, Stevens extracted a finger slathered with my reluctant juices. The cream of my own reaction was forced slowly into my mouth. The liquid surrender dissolved on my tongue, leaving the essence of forbidden arousal. It seemed that Master Stevens reveled in watching ingestion.

At that moment, the harsh lash of the leather belt flicked my exposed lower lips and sent my innocence slowly over the edge. A warm flush in my thighs became a hot stab and my body tensed. I felt a jacking throb at the nib in my opening. Tiny waves of aching tore from my center and rushed out and upward. Humming filled my ears as the intensity overpowed me.


Cruel words poured from Master Stevens grinning mouth. With a quick motion, he pulled me from his lap, and burried my face into his trouser clad sex. I am not totally innocent to the ways of the world. I knew what he demanded. The horribleness of my situation once again flooded my senses. My entire body tensed. I was relieved that the battery stopped, no matter how my body betryed me.

On my knees and at the mercy of Master Stevens' belt, I estimated my choices. The stark constast of his sex initiated the thobbing of my virtue. Instinctivley I implored my body not to comprimise the disgusting reality of the event. His pale member pushed harshly past my lips. Slowly I looked up to search his eyes for reprieve. His eyes had iced over to a barren indigo. His smile told of unthinkable lust.
I opened my mouth to the throbbing thickness of him. My thick lips shrouded his sex and ingested its girth. He seemed to relish watching me perform this unspeakable act.
Stevens pinched my dark nipple. A conjured wail of pain deep was halted by my unwanted mouthful.
Taunting me, as tears streamed down my face, he opened his legs wider.
Gathering a fistful of my hair, Master Stevens began to assault my throat.

 

[caspai]

Sally Ann Southport

"If you can't manage to pull any tighter than that, maybe we should see about having you sent out to the fields, build up those muscles just a bit. Think that might be a good idea, Harmony? Think that might give you the motivation to maybe, just maybe, get this corset just a bit tighter? If I can't get into that new dress tonight, I am going to just have to talk to daddy about doing something to get your arms stronger."

The hand placed on the small of my back was shaking just a bit, causing me to smile coldly. The only way to get these lazy, good for nothing house slaves to do anything was through threats. Not that the threat was an idle one. For a threat to carry any weight, daddy had always told me, you had to make an example every now and then. This was the third maid I had had in five months, the rest of them sent back to the fields for various reasons.

"Miss Sally Ann, if you would just take one more deep breath, I think I should be able to get the laces as tight as you said you wanted them."

"Oh, so it will be my fault if this corset isn't tight enough?"

As the hands shook just a bit more, the delicious feel of Harmony's fear washed over me. Taking a deep breath, I hold onto the post of the bed as the laces were pulled tightly one more time. The other maid, Justina, ran forward with a length of ribbon to measure around my waist, showing that the corset had indeed been tightened enough.

"Well, Harmony, lucky for you that you seemed to have found the strength to do your job well enough for today. Now, go and get my dress, the blue sprigged cotton for now. And hurry, I believe I heard dearest Henry drive up earlier, and he might have news about daddy, and when we can expect him home."

After the dress had been carefully placed onto my five foot frame, I walk over to the cheval mirror standing in the corner of the room to check my appearance. Turning from side to side, I smooth a bit of lace that is standing out. I look at the copper colored curls piled artfully atop my head, falling gracefully onto my right shoulder, and then turn to the jewel case sitting on the vanity. Taking a gold framed cameo on a bit of velvet ribbon, I hand it to Harmony to have it fastened around my neck, my cold leaf-green eyes snapping as the ribbon is pulled tightly around my neck.

"Harmony, you clumsy idiot, what are you trying to do, strangle me? I don't know why I keep you around. You are worse on my nerves than your sister was. Now, if you have finished trying to kill me, I will be on my way."

With a petulant turn to my lips, I swish out of my room and head toward the front door for a stroll in the garden, picking up a parasol on my way out the door.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Henry Lattimore Stevens

I took a deep satisfactory breath as I watched her full dark lips surround my blood reddened, pale shaft. I smiled in full lust as I watched my paleness vanish into the unknown depths of her dark face.

Winding my white fingers into her thick black hair, balling it into a fist I used it to drive her action upon me. My hips flexed, lifitng me into her lips; just as my strong hand forced her to greet my onslaught. My every throb savoring the slick roughness of her tongue. The collapse of her cheeks as she inhaled my maleness surrounding my cock in blissful pressure. Her teeth tantalizing my engorged skin.

My lust building under her amazingly talented ministrations. A gasp of pleasure passing my lips. Rage filling my mind at the gasp, I yanked upon her hair. Pulling her from me in a violent jerk. Spinning her around before me and quickly grabbign her flailing arms. Pullling them to the small of her back. Entining them both at the wrists with the course leather of the belt, cinching it painfully taught. Pulling her dark ass off the floor by the belt. Her face falling hard upon the floor, helpless. "Now I see your full beauty," I hiss coldly as my eyes blaze at the display of her pussy as I kick her thighs apart roghly with booted toes. "All of you darkies are uncontrollable sluts," I say with a leer.

Pulling back on the belt I lift her tiny form off the floor as I stand in between her spread legs. Her back coming to a perpendiuarilly with my standing form. Tugging back on the belt as I simultaneously thrust forward with my throbbing member. The head of my cock slamming forth, opening her tight passage. One thrust I burst her last membrane of self. Taking all from her with violent perfection.

 

[BigBlackGodess]

Heaven

I lie there, a mass of racking sobs and screams. My virtue spirted away as if by a horrible nightmare. My was mind a flury of confusion. The welps of a purple hue staining my once smooth wrists. My lower opening, aflamed and seared evidence of Master Stevens folly.

My thoughts went back to home. Sweet Canada, lazy laughing days admiring the sunshine. Dear father and mother, only diming memories of something ungraspable. My freedom relinquished in the same purposeful stoke as my virtue.

A bereft brown figure, formerly the belle of the ball, Heaven Dupree, now indentured and plummaged.

Naked and defeated, I welcomed sleep.

 

[BigBlackGodess]

Please dont let this story fade away

 

[BigBlackGodess]

Casting Call

I enjoy writing this story, I would like to work with someone interested in writing the part of Richard Southport

 

[BigBlackGodess]

Casting call, !!!!!!!!!
Can this story be brought back or is in gone forever?