Victorian Fornicatress

[Susan24]

OOC: Heaving bosom'd whore seeks dashing males and female whores for perverse acts of adultery and pre-marital copulation. I am simply burning to be rid of my corset!

IC: I am walking through the gardens of Whorefield Manor, anyone care to join me?

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Lord William Essex, Earl of Essex's oldest son:

It's had been a rather unevenful day thus far so I went to see who was around at Whorefield Manor. If anyone was about a bit of fun and perhaps sport was highly possible.

Upon arrival the servant admitted me and I told him I would be walking in the garden should anyone be about.

I strolled through the ground floor and out the french doors into the garden. The hedges and shrubs were, as always, well trimmed and of a proper height to give privacy should it be wanted or needed by any about.

I strolled on quietly wondering what I'd do tomorrow. University was out for another fortnight and I had time to kill in the meantime.

 

[Susan24]

I see Mr Essex come near. My womanly sensibilities be not afeared! here is a man who knows how to act around a lady. Many a time I have knelt down at his lap and told him of my love for him, which, in those circumstances, sounded like a muffled gargle. I do so hope he will come again!

 

[Anir1]

Lord Bangem...........separated from his troops.....rides into this manor.....looking around for some place to rest.....and a possible drink....and ofcourse...his cock is hard and aching as usual...

look who is out there....a pretty little slut.....tits overflowing....ass wiggling......strolling along in the garden....

Lord bangem approaches the girl and heaves her onto his horse...................

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Lord Essex:

OOC: Well I could just shoot you Lord Bangem. *L

IC: Seeing Abigail I wave and begin in her direction when a horseman rides around the side of the building, having apparently completely bypassed the stables and stable hands. As he reaches down to scoop one of my favorite tarts, I draw my sword and dueling pistol from scabbard and sheath and shout, "Hold bounder or die where you are!"

Being a skilled duelist and have fought in many duels and survived them all my skills were well honed and I was positive the shot would be an easy one as he was less than 20 paces from me and I never miss at more than twice that range. As I call out the pistol is cocked and aimed.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Let me know if this is ok?

OOC:

Miriam:
Newly appointed maid at Whorefield Manor - as yet not part of the "entertainment".

Fresh faced 19 year old.
a mere 5ft 3

In truth she is a curvaceous wench with heaving bosom, ample bottom and narrow waist.
Her figure is complemented by raven tresses that are wild and curly about the shoulder. she has smokey dark eyes.

Nowadays, she is kept below stairs in respectable servants garb.
Her hair is always wound and pinned beneath her servant's cap.
Her outfit is demure, in stark contrast to the neighbourhood whores.

She is ignorant of the ... "events" at the Manor.

IC:

Picking up my skirts I run quickly away from the house.
I am to notify the gentleman that drinks are to be served in the library should he so wish to partake.

"Mirry.. run.. deliver your message and return immediately"
I had been warned sternly by the stern housekeeper.

"Yes, ma'am.."
I bob a courtsey and turn to do as I am bid.

She keeps a tight rein on me, keeping me close to the kitchen and out of sight of the many visitors who seem to come and go.
Yet she is kind and motherly.
I do not understand why she urges me to work quickly whenever I venture above stairs.

**************************************

I turn the corner, seeing the gentleman in question.
I watch in horror as he raises his pistol.

"Hold bounder or die where you are!"

His voice makes me freeze in my tracks.
He aims his pistol at a gentleman riding a horse.

I squeal, unable to hold back a cry of horror.
I cover my eyes, not wanting to see my first killing.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Let me know if this is ok?

OOC:

Newly appointed maid at Whorefield Manor - as yet not part of the "entertainment".

Fresh faced 19 year old.
a mere 5ft 3

In truth she is a curvaceous wench with heaving bosom, ample bottom and narrow waist.
Her figure is complemented by raven tresses that are wild and curly about the shoulder. she has smokey dark eyes.

Nowadays, she is kept below stairs in respectable servants garb.
Her hair is always wound and pinned beneath her servant's cap.
Her outfit is demure, in stark contrast to the neighbourhood whores.

She is ignorant of the ... "events" at the Manor.

IC:

Picking up my skirts I run quickly away from the house.
I am to notify the gentleman that drinks are to be served in the library should he so wish to partake.

"Mirry.. run.. deliver your message and return immediately"
I had been warned sternly by the stern housekeeper.

"Yes, ma'am.."
I bob a courtsey and turn to do as I am bid.

She keeps a tight rein on me, keeping me close to the kitchen and out of sight of the many visitors who seem to come and go.
Yet she is kind and motherly.
I do not understand why she urges me to work quickly whenever I venture above stairs.

**************************************

I turn the corner, seeing the gentleman in question.
I watch in horror as he raises his pistol.

"Hold bounder or die where you are!"

His voice makes me freeze in my tracks.
He aims his pistol at a gentleman riding a horse.

I squeal, unable to hold back a cry of horror.
I cover my eyes, not wanting to see my first killing.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Lord Essex:

Hearing the doors behind me open I call out without looking, "Summon the guards. We seem to have to theif on the grounds. He's trying to steal Abegail."

OOC:

Oh my don't you sound yummmy. *GBG*

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Miriam

"Summon the guards. We seem to have to theif on the grounds. He's trying to steal Abegail."

His voice calls harshly.

"The guards... err..yes Sir.. "

My voice is breathless, My frightened eyes move from one man to the other. Only now do I notice the woman who is held over the horse.

I come to my senses, knowing I should hasten to do his bidding.

"Right away..."

My voice tails off as I turn quickly to dash back to the house, thinking I will return below stairs to raise the alarm.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

The Butler/Majordomo:

"Here, Here girl! What's this! Running in the mansion will never do.
"What do you think you're doing?" he calls from the doorway to the library.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Miriam

"Here, Here girl! What's this! Running in the mansion will never do.

His voice stops me in my tracks.

"What do you think you're doing?"

I turn and look towards the voice.
I look around confused and unsure.

"Sir... call the guards. A girl is being stolen...abducted!"

I call out desperately, still fearing violence and hastening to explain to this stern looking man what is happening.

I look helplessly back towards the man with the pistol and the one on horseback. My eyes dart from one man to the other, not knowing who they are or what to do.

Turning back I address my words once more to the man in the doorway, I beg him for aid.

"Please Sir, hasten to fetch assistance.."

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

The Butler:

"Go quickly to the second door down the hall," he says pointing at the hall in question.
"Tell the men inside what you just told me," he says as he opens a closet door and takes out a double barrelled fowling piece loaded with large shot to be used on 'invaders' or large animals.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Miriam

"Go quickly to the second door down the hall,"

I follow his indication, seeing the hall.

"Tell the men inside what you just told me,"


I nod and watch as he takes out a weapon.

"ohh Lord.." I exclaim as I turn and flee.

I run to the hall and dash through the door indicated.

"Help.. abduction..." I cry incoherently as I throw myself into the room and shut the door hurriedly behind me.

I press my back against the solid frame and search the room for the first time to see who the gentleman has sent me to alert.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

The guard room:

There are 6 hard looking men sitting playing cards. At your words they bolt from the table.

One asks, "Where?"

At your reply of 'the garden' they rush out of the room. Four go to the front door and two run to the garden carrying a musket and a blunderbuss.

The 4 running out the front door are carrying two muskets and two blunderbusses.

All six also have pistols and swords.

 

[Susan24]

This man intends to violate my body! It is my own fault; my promiscuity is known throughout the county. Every one knows that I am not kept abed for days on end due to delicate health, rather, indeed, for taking vast quantities of white, creamy medicine from medical practitioners. I have already had two doses of medicine to-day; after this excitement I may need another (or ten)!

Here are some men trying to save me from this villain! I shall be grateful for their assistance. I do so hope I can repay their good deed with a prize.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Lord Essex:

"Well bounder what will it be? Will you release the lass or shall I shoot you from the saddle.
"The men behind me will certainly be happy to assist me in making sure you don't escape and I'd imagine there are more coming around both sides now too.
"Your horse damned sure can't jump the back garden roll so it seems your logical action will be to release her."

The pistol remains pointed at the horseman in a rock steady hand.

 

[Susan24]

How brave noble Lord Essex is! He tells this vagabond what for. I should like to sup him as reward.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Miriam

I gasp as I see the six men.
Their appearance is intimidating but they stand and demand where the crime is taking place.

"..garden..." I manage to utter and just manage to move away from the door as they rush out.

They are heavily armed and I fear there will be much bloodshed.

I stand in the doorway. The door has been left open.

Should I stay here, go back to the house, or go back to the garden?

I look round the masculine room. No I will not stay here.

I walk out again, heading slowly towards the house.
I hear a shout, challenging the abductor.
I pause.
I cannot see what is going on. I don't want to.
But.. I can hear the words and... any shots...

I stand, listening, forgetting the housekeeper's instructions.


At your reply of 'the garden' they rush out of the room. Four go to the front door and two run to the garden carrying a musket and a blunderbuss.

The 4 running out the front door are carrying two muskets and two blunderbusses.

All six also have pistols and swords.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

OOC:

Now we have to await the return of Lord Bangem to continue. I hope it won't take him long. *BS* I'm enjoying this and can't wait for what's to cum, ummm, come that is.

 

[Susan24]

OOC: I'm sure I could be pulled off the horse. in fact, no:

IC: I see all the men loaded with weapons and I swoon from all the excitement. I fall off the horse and land on the soft turf. I awake, "I think I'm all right," I say, "no thanks to you, you big brute! You are a horrible man!" Free to say as I please as I am now well protected. I feel another attack of the vapours and fall flat to the ground once more.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Lord Essex:

As you begin to fall backwards for the second time, I'm there to catch you with one arm as the other still points the pistol, now from point blank range, at the bounder.

"Get out of here cad or I'll be forced to kill you."

He takes off, his horse kicking up divots, as one of the guards comes to assist me. We get Abigail to a bench and he hurries off for a glass of wine to restore Abby to her normal self.

As I wait, I holster the pistol and begin trying to revive you by gently kneading one full breast then the other. I have no idea if it will help, but it's certainly helping me as I feel my cock growing.

 

[LadyBlueMoon]

The Shadowrider

“M’lady,” the man approached her, “There is activity at the manor.”
“Bruno! How many times must I remind you, I no longer answer to that title,” the buxom redhead reprimanded her captain. Since the death of her husband, the Earl of Sussex, and her subsequent turning out from his properties by the Crown, Elaine had no use for aristocracy. True, her marriage to the aged Earl had been the scandal of London at the time. That a lowly commoner could inherit her husband’s estate, and his wealth, was more than could be tolerated by her neighbors. No sooner had her husband been lowered into the ground, it seemed, than the tax collectors were at her door, papers in hand, to confiscate that which was rightfully hers. After all, had she not endured the disgusting physical attentions of the aged Earl just for this very reason? And now, they were stripping her of that which she had earned, earned through the surrender of her body to his lustful urges.

Elaine still seethed over the treatment she had received. But unlike so many others who had been exploited by the “upper class”, she took revenge. Perhaps it was in her blood. Her father had been an infamous highwayman. Now, since she was denied the inheritance of her husband, she chose to take that of her father. In the months since her social and financial demise, she had methodically set about reassembling her deceased father’s gang. They became the weapon through which she exacted her revenge. She had their loyalty, both because she continued her father's egalitarian treatment of them and also because of the way she filled the tight riding pants and silk blouse.

Now she set her sights on Whorefield Manor. Tonight, they would make a raid.

 

[Susan24]

"Oh! I am quite undone with vapours," I say, as my need for cool air overcomes my decency. How impractical these frocks are! It seems us women cannot be deemed decent till every inch of our skin is covered in fabric. Well I'm not having any of it!

Angrily, I roll up my sleeves and unbutton the top of my petticoat. I say to the kind sir comforting me, "Please fan me well again, kind sir."

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Lord Essex:

I pick you up effortlessly and move us to a secluded and shaded arbor covered by flowering vines.

En route I call out to the house, "Girl! Girl!! A basin of cool water and a soft cloth. Now Girl!"

Once seated in the arbor behind the tower hedge I set you down on the bench reclining back against my stomach and chest.

"Oh, I know. Sometimes conventions are sooo silly. Here sweet Abbi let me assist you," I say as I begin to bare you fully from the waist up so the cool air, and my hands, have full freedom to explore your charms and physical attributes now so well displayed to my eyes and available to my hands.

I resume gently massaging and kneading your full, lush breasts with spread fingers so that as they move your hard nipples are pushed side to side to ‘flick' back up again as my fingers pass back and forth as I knead both.

 

[Susan24]

"Oh Mister Essex; you feel and touch me like soft dough, as I have seen the baker and the chef do many times. Although your hands, I feel, are not trained in bread kneading, in fact I think they were designed for this very purpose to which to apply them now.

"I am glad my breasts are so much a handful."