Victoriana (closed thread)

[dr_mabeuse]

The fog had grown thicker by the time the coach finally pulled up outside the gate of the Doctor's town house. The gardener let them in without a word, suspecting that the Doctor would have his own words for them, and the coach pulled up the short drive to the front door.

"Not there!" the gardener hissed. "Around back! Take the bloody thing around back, damn you!"

The coachmen pulled around to the kitchen entrance where the Doctor was waiting. He did not look happy.

"Sorry, your honor," said the coachman, "but it was the fog, the…"

"Where is she?" the Doctor said, cutting him off.

The driver jumped down and opened the coach door. He reached inside and helped the sole passenger down.

It was a lady, her face was thickly veiled, her body obscured by heavy coat she wore. She moved carefully, nervous and still a bit shaken from the journey. The Doctor suspected that she'd been drugged as well. That would be like the Count, to drug his own daughter before sending her off to her uncertain fate.

He strode over to her and raised his lantern, peering at her face, but the veils were too thick to see very much at all.

"I trust your journey wasn't too unpleasant?" he asked.

She simply shook her head.

"Good." he said, still considering her. "Please come this way, then."

She followed him unsteadily across the shadowy courtyard and he led her to the kitchen door, from where a shaft of light illuminated the steps. Here he stopped and turned to her.

"You do know why you're here, my dear?"

At last she spoke. "I'm sorry, sir, but I do not. Only that my father…"

He raised his hand to silence her.

"Then let me tell you. Your father owes me a great sum of money. A very great sum of money, which he lost through some very ill-advised and unfortunate wagers. He is unable to pay me. He is in fact, on the verge of penury, in spite of his title. Society expects a man to pay his debts, Madame, and so do I. I have thus agreed to accept you as payment for his egregious obligation to me."

She said nothing for a moment, speechless, then: "Sir, you are joking I trust. I'm afraid I do not understand."

"I am not, Madame. By law you are your father's property. He has signed you over to me, and when I have accepted you and signed myself, you shall belong to me."

She seemed to grow faint. "But that is impossible! It is illegal!"

"It is legal, and it is possible." he said, turning to enter the warmth of the kitchen. "Now come with me. Let me have a look at you. Let me see if you are worth keeping."

 

[Azalea]

The young woman followed the Doctor in a daze, not wishing to be left alone in the street. She gathered the folds of her cloak closer to her person and swept past him into the room. An elderly woman, obviously a servant, was busy at a table, chopping what looked like a mountain of vegetables. When the couple entered the room, she started to rise.

"I've put on water for tea, Sir," she said, puching her chair back as she stood.

"Tea will be fine, Penneworth, but I would also like something a little.......stronger, as well," answered the Doctor. "Please bring us brandy in the drawing room."

"Yes, Sir." Penneworth busied herself with getting the tea things and brandy, and the Doctor ushered the young woman on through the door.

They entered a long hallway, and he led her to the second door on the right. As she walked down the passage, she noted the elegance of the carpeting and the rich, burnished wood moldings.
When he came to the door, he opened it and indicated to her to enter first.

She found herself in a small but well-appointed parlour. A richly hued Aubusson carpet and wine velvet curtains cast a rosy glow to the room. There were floor-to-ceiling bookshelves along one wall, crammed with volumes of every size. The Doctor did not offer her a seat, but rather he himself settled into a chair and summoned her to stand before him.

"My dear, you should have been told why you were coming here to my home, I am sorry your father did not have the courage for that," he said, "but the fact is you are here, and you are now my property."

"Finding her voice, the young woman replied, "Sir, amy I your slave, then? Has my father sold me into slavery? I did not know such a thing existed in England."

"Dear girl, you are not a slave.....not in the sense you seem to mean," he said, looking her over in what she found to be a frightfully familiar manner. "But nevertheless, for the time being, unless I allow you to go, you shall remain here with me."

A quiet knock on the door indicated that Penneworth had brought the brandy, and the Doctor said, "Come in, please, Penneworth."

She opened the door and carried in a silver tray with a crystal decanter of amber liquid and two crystal brandy glasses.

"Please put it on this table here, Penneworth, and that will be all, thank you."

When the servant had left, the Doctor turned his attention back to the woman standing before him.

"What is your name, girl?"

"I am no girl, Sir, I am thirty years old," she replied in an aggravated tone. "And my Christian name is Abigail."

"Then, Miss Abigail," he said with mock courtesy, "please remove your cloak and let me see what I have bought for myself."

"As I seem to have no choice, Sir, then very well."
She undid the clasp at her throat and slid the cloak off of her arms, folding it and laying it neatly over the back of a nearb7y chair.

Her gown was simple, a deep blue, with small bits of lace at the neck and front placket, as well as on her cuffs. It flattered her figure, which was not as fashionably slender as some would prefer, but rather fuller, which the Doctor found appealing.

"Please turn around...slowly," he requested, and she obeyed. He could see the swell of her breasts pushing up her close-fitting bocice, and he noted the way her skirt fell pleasingly over her hips and derriere.

As she turned back to face him, he noticed as if for the first time how lovely her brown hair was, falling waves just past her shoulders. Her brown eyes did not look away but met his boldly, which surprised him.

"I approve of your dress, it tells me you are a lady of simple, refined tastes, no nonsense about you. Please sit here and have a brandy with me. I will explain a bit more about what your.....duties here will be."

 

[dr_mabeuse]

He poured the brandy into two snifters, and handed one to her, then he turned and sat down.

He swirled his brandy and brought the snifter to his nose. It was a fine cognac with a particularly heady bouquet, and he was accustomed to taking his time with his sensual pleasures, enjoying them to the full. He intended to do the same with this woman.

He'd been promised a virgin, not that he cared particularly about that, but she was older than what he'd expected, and a woman who'd reached a certain age without ever experiencing sex might well be permanently frigid, and that would never do. Not for what he had in mind.

On the other hand she was a stunning creature, her bearing and demeanor proud and impeccable, despite the awkwardness of her present position. She showed not the least sign of that withering of body that marked the spinster; in fact, she seemed to display a certain ripeness or maturity that he found quite attractive. She had not yet begun to age. She was still at the peak of womanliness. And it was very likely that her sexual urges had not yet diminished, in which case she would be wonderfully responsive, eager for his touch, starved for pleasure.

"First of all, Ms. Borchard," he said, using the shorter form of her rather impressive last name, Borchard de Granville-St. Cyr. "Let me inform you of your current status and social position, since you seem to have be unaware of the most recent developments. Your father and mother, the Count and CVountess, have gone back to France in order to avoid their creditors. A sad business, really, but it was their only sensible option. That means you no longer have any family in England; no place to go. You are under my protection however, and as long as you are, no harm shall come to you."

She listend to him attentively. Her expression never changed but she felt a flush spreading across her chest and up her cheeks. If what he said was true, then she was iindeed his virtual prisoner, a slave in his home, trapped and at his mercy for her very survival.

The Doctor noticed her reaction carefully as he spoke. he was impressed with her eqanimity and maturity as he laid out her position, a position that would have reduced a woman of less character to tears, no doubt.

He took a sip of his Brandy and stood up, went to the fire and stared into the flames, wondering how much he should tell her. Abigail took this opportunity to study her new master, the first she'd had to really inspect him.

He was broad and solid with a black beard and black curly hair shot with gray. She knew something about him: that he was a self made man, had made his fortune from the sale of medicines and drugs,working his way of from apothecary's boy to a position of great wealth. She could still tell that he was no stranger to physical labor: he had wide shoulders and a powerful body and he wore his fine gentleman's clothes with a bit of inease.

"I'll be frank with you, Ms. Borchard." he said, turning back to her. "What I was looking for was a companion, a consort. A lover."

The flush spread all over her face now. She sat as though paralyzed.

"I'm sorry you find that shocking." he said. "I think it's best you know the truth from the start so that there shall be no misunderstanding. I had expected a younger, more immature woman, one who would be pliant, moldable, adaptable to my particular tastes. You do not exactly fit my expectations. However," he was quick to add, "You do not diplease me. In fact, you are an extremely attractive woman, Ms. Borchard. Very attractive. I might almost say beautiful, with the right maeup and hair style.
"Tell me," he said, sitting down again. "How is it you are still a virgin?"

Abigail jumped to her feet, spilling her brandy. "Sir! How dare you sir! How dare you ask such a thing of a lady?! How dare you..."

"Sit. Down." she said sharply, his eyes glittering. He did not shout, but something in his voice was so commanding that she did as he said without thinking. "You will have to acquaint yourself with answering my questions and obeying my orders; instantly and without reservation. You will find modesty and reticence have no place here. Do you understand?"

"I do not, sir!" she replied angrily. "I will not be insulted! I will not be made into your 'consort', your whore! I may be destitute, but I do have my pride!"

The Doctor set down his brandy and came over to her. He leaned over her and pressed his lips against hers.

She was so shocked she couldn't move at first. Her eyes flew open and she looked into his, seeing something in his eyes she had never seen before. It stirred something inside of her, something she'd never felt before.

He broked the kiss and stood up.

"You will stay here with me, Ms. Borchgave. We shall see how this relationship develops. I believe you have potential.
"Now, Penneworth will show you to your room. Dinner is in half an hour. There are clothes in your closet. I expect you to dress."

 

[Azalea]

Abigail followed Penneworth up the stairs to her room, fuming inwardly. HOw could her own father have sold her to this man? She had never been anything but a dutiful child, obeying him without question. She had even rejected her one serious suitor
simply because her father, the Count Borchard de Granville-St. Cyr, had considered him beneath their station.
And now, to find he had given over his only child to this.......this......Dorctor.

Penneworth showed her into a small room, elegantly furnished, comofortable-looking. She had carried Abigail's bag for her, and set it down on the carpeted floor next to a huge armoire.

"Miss, you will find clothes in there that should do you quite nicely. The Doctor will want youoto dress fine, for dinner, you understand."

"Mrs. Penneworth, do you kow why I am here?" asked Abiigail.

"Why yes, Miss, you are to keep his lordship compeny," the old woman answered. "He explained it all to me, you will be well taken care of. Oh, now, don't cry, lass."

Abigail had, indeed, sat on the bed and begun to sob. This was all entirely too much to take in all at once. Her shoulders shook, and Penneworth put her arm about her and held her head against her.

"Now, now, Lassie, his lordship is a good man, a gentleman," she reassured her charge, "he is a man of definite tastes, but he will do ye no harm, I can tell you that."

Abigail tried to control her tears; after all, she thought, I am no girl but a grown woman. She wiped her eyes, and, removing a fine linen handkerchief from her sleeve, she blew her nose and shook herself a little.

"Mrs. Penneworth, I shall try to be brave, but," she added, "I have never been in such a situation as this. You must promise to help me should I call upon you."

"Aye, that I will, and gladly. And now ye must look in here and find something elegant for dinner. The Doctor will be expecting you in a quarter of an hour."

The older woman left, and Abigail opened the mahogany doors of the richly inscribed armoire. Inside hung several really fine pieces of ladies' clothing. She thumbed through the garments, one by one, marveling at their rich fabric and tailored cut.

Sje chose a grey silk dress, with very simple lines and a minimum of decoration....a litle white piping along the bodice and hem and sleeves, small grey buttons. As she began to undress, she thought, I may as well try to cooperate with this man, I seem to have little choice.

Abigail was, indeed a virgin. She and her previous suitor had done little more than kiss and steal a little fondle through clothing. She had, however, read a few pieces of forbidden literature which she ahd found hidden among her mother's things.
She would have died before confronting her mother with her predeliction for such stuff; and she found the pieces extremely stimulating. They wee, in fact, erotica of the mildest, tamest sort, but to Abigail the acts depicted were quite radical and even perverse.

Other than her reading, and the inept fumbling of her former suitor, Abigail knew very little of what could transpire between a man and woman in bed. She found herself trembling as she put on the grey gown and prepared to face her.....owner? Keeper? Lord and master?

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Penneworth was as good as her word, and even brought Bridget, the cook's assistant, up to help Abigail with her makeup, with which Abigail herself had little experience. Brigdet was quite skilled, and all Abbigail required was a bit of color on her lips and come kohl around her eyes to hide the effects of her tears and her weariness from her jouney, and she was quite presentable. In fact when she looked at herself in the glass she was quite surprised. The woman who looked back at her was unusually feminine and quite attractive. Both Penneworth and Bridget beamed at her; even they were surprised, and their looks of admiration embarrassed her and yet left her with an unfamiliar feeling of excitement and nervous anticipation.

She descended the stairs to find the Doctor waiting to escort her in. The look of mild impatience on his face changed to one of open surprise and then satisfaction tinged with something else she had never seen in a man's face before. Not directed at her, at any rate. She felt something stir inside her, something she identified with some difficulty as pride.

She didn't know how she'd expected to be received or treated at dinner, but she hadn't expected to be treated as a lady and an equal, and yet that's exactly how he acted towards her. He took her arm, made come gracious remarks about her looks, and led her into the dining room, where he himself held her chair as he seated her across from him at the small table. When she looked at him through the blaze of flowers and candles that adorned the table, she found his eyes on her, observing her with pleasure. And as they ate their soup, he had Penneworth remove the flowers as they obstructed his view.

"Tomorrow," he said as they ate their Dover sole, "I will take you to purchase your wardrobe. You'll have your clothes custom made, custom fitted by a woman I know who dresses all the fashionable ladies. There will be some special items that I'll want you to buy."

Throughout dinner the Doctor was polite, even charming, and Abigail began to think that perhaps this would not be as bad as she had feared. He even made her laugh several times with his wit, and they lingered so long over their port that the candles had burned down to stumps; the fire to a bunch of embers.

Finally the Doctor seemd to take note of the time.

"Well, Ms. Borchard, I hope I haven't bored you with my talk; it is quite late."

He collected his thought for a moment and then said, "I must dsay that I am quite pleased with you. You are a beautiful and desirable with a mind of her own and not ashamed to use it, and I like that. I am all but convinced to sign the agreement with your father and forgive him his debts.
"There is however, one important aspect of your character that must decide the issue, and I believe that you are mature enough to know whereof I speak."

Abigail paled suddenly. She felt faint.

'Do not fret so, Miss Borchard. This need not be your wedding nightm unless perhaps you wish it to be. But I must have some evidence of your temperament when it comes to, let us say, the more earthly pleasures. Think of it merely as an inquiry into your capacity for sensual pleasure. A kind of examination. Penneworth has drawn you a bath and will help you dress, and I will receive you in my bedroom in, say, half an hour's time."

Abigail didn't move as the Doctor stood up. She was dizzy from the wine and the port they had drunk, and she was unused to the rich food. She thought perhaps she had misunderstood what he'd said.

"You needn't worry, my dear." he said, standing half in the shadows of the darkening dining room. "I am not a rapist. I am not a beast. But you can not expect me to accept you when I have idea of the nature of your ardor, your propensity for passion and pleasure. These considerations are at the very heart of our relationship.
"I will see you in my bedroom in half an hours' time. And please, I expect you to be naked beneath your dressing gown."

 

[Azalea]

As Abigail brushed her sillken waves out, she looked at herself in the beveled mirror that hung above the bureau in her room. After the Doctor had left her compeny, she had quickly run up to her room to prepare herself to meet him within the time frame he had set. Waiting for her on the bed was a Chinese silk dressing gown......deep blue background embroidered with a colorful pair of entwined dragons. The fine fabric and delicacy of the needlework took her breath away; she had never seen anything quite like it.

She had removed eevry article of clothing, as he ordered, and slipped on the gown. The coolness of the silk on her skin felt quite exotic. Abigail found herself becoing resigned to her situation. Whether it was the wine she had drunk in such unusually copious amounts, or simply despair, she knew not.

The Doctor seemed to be a gentleman, despite the fact that he was willing to accept a woman in payment for a debt. She could not deny that she found him very handsome, in fact, very elegant and even refined.

Looking into the mirror, she saw a woman who was flushed with wine and excitement and tension. Abigail had indulged herself with enough reading of her mother's forbidden erotica to have a good notion of what the Doctor intended to do with her. Her earlier reaction of outrage had given way to her natural curiosity. Somewhere between dressing for dinner and now dressing for his bed, she had resolved to accept the situation she had been placed in with as much dignity and grace as was possible under the circumstances.

A knock at her door interrupted her reverie, and Penneworth's voice said, "It is time, my dear."

Abigail made sure the sash securing the gown was tied well. She opened the door and followed the old woman down the hall to the Doctor's bedroom, just two doors down the hall from hers.
Penneworth knocked twice, sharply, and within a few seconds the door opend, and Abigail entered. The door shut behind her, startling her, but the Doctor took her hand as if to steady her and said, "You look quite lovely in that gown, Abigail. I thought the blue would set your dark hair off nicely, and I am pleased to see I was correct."

He led her over to a spot about three feet from the huge canopied bed in the far side of the room. Indicating she should rmain standing there, he sat on the bed facing her.

The Doctor was wearing a heavy velveteen robe, a deep masculine burgandy with black silk braiding along the hems. She detected the scent of a strong but pleasant cologne, mixed with the heady aroma of incense.

He sat watching her for a minute or two, without speaking, and she began to grow fearful. Then, he spoke, in a voice that clearly would not accept any argument.

"Abigail, untie the sash and let the gown fall open."

She untied the sash, and the dressing gown did drape open slightly, allowing him a the vision of her navel and curly mound.
She thought she heard a sharp intake of breath, and she blushed furiously, lowering her eyes.

"Come closer to me, so that I can help you remove it," he said quietly.

Abigail was trembling so, she was certain he could see it, as she stepped closer. The Doctor stood and used both hands to slowly slip the sides of the gown down and off of her arms, letting it fall to the floor. Then he stepped back and sat down again.

"Turn around, please, slowly," he ordered, and Abigail did as he commanded. She felt a red hot flush suffusing her entire body. How could she ever go through with this.....a perfect stranger, suddenly having access to her body. When she was facing him again, she noted his eyes taking everything in, and she felt a heat building up in her loins. Her breasts seemed almost swollen, her nipples felt stiff. Her breathing began to grow shallower and more rapid.

The Doctor rose from the bed and walked over to stand in back of her. He put his hands on her shoulders, and the sudden touch caused Abigail to jump a little, but in a soothing xoice, he said, "Relax, my dear, it is not my intension to hurt you."
He pushed aside her hair with one hand and kissed the nape of her neck.....a soft, tender, warm kiss......and Abigail could feel a sudden aching in her sex. She closed her eyes. her fear mixed with arousal.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Th candles guttering on the nightstand cast shadows on the walls that seemed to tremble as she felt herself trembling inside as she felt the soft brush of his lips on the back of her neck, his strong hands holding her shoulders. Instinctively she clasped her hands in front of her, protecting her breasts as if she were siuddenly chilled, but it was not the cold that raised the small hairs on her arms and sent the thrill of goose flesh acrpss her chest. His breath was warm on her neck as he inhaled her scent and she could feel how his breathing deepened as he kissed her.

She didn't know how long he held her in that soft embrace. She had never been kissed like that, never been held like that, formly yet gently, like something rare and precious, and the sensation quite took her breath away. Abigail had read of the thrills of a man's touch, and had experienced the crude kisses of her one suitor, but she had thought herself somehow immune to the pleasures she had read about in her mother's books, described in such purple prose. But now she couldn't deny the deep, sensual thrills that his lips called forth from her body as something seemed to awaken inside of her; awaken and reach for the sun.

His lips slid softly fown her neck and across her shoulder, leaving a trail of fire, and she couldn't supress a small gasp. It was not just the kiss; it was the way he kissed her as well, She felt such a deep appreciation of her in his kiss, almost worshipful, and yet at the same time possessive.

She knew she was naked--she could hardly forget it--but it seemed almost irrelevent. She felt his robe against her back and against her buttocks, but it was his kiss that mattered, that and the feel of his warm hands holding her arms.

"What beautiful skin you have, Abigail," he breathed in her ear. "I have never felt anything like it."

The sound of her Christian name from his lips pleased her, and the feel of his breath on her ear aroused her still further. Slowly, he brought his hands down her arms, pulling them straight to her sides. His hands came up to where he'd just kissed her, and massaged her back. Only then did she realize how very tense she was, as she felt his hands work the tension out of her neck and shoulders.

She relaxed under his touch as much as it was possible, amd when his hads came around her again and his fingertips caressed the tops of her breasts, she gave herself over to the exqusite sensation.

Her breasts were full and proud, as erect as any girl's, but up till now they had been nothing but a nuisance and an embarrassment to her; more unnecessary female baggage. But he way he so easily coaxed pleasure from them with his touch made her weak, and when he took them in his hands and squeezed them gently, she felt and answering ache in her sex, the familiar and shameful call of her femininity.

He pulled her gently against him and she leaned against his strong body. He was as solid as an oak and as unyielding, and he held her against him and again kissed her neck, fervently this time, and with undisguised passion.

"My God you are beautiful, Abigail!" he whispered. "More than I even realized!"

She couldn't help but smile. She had given up on ever hearing a man say that about her, of ever being touched like this. She had reconciled herself to the spinster's life, but now it felt as if wild spring had come to her body, as if she was suddenly in bloom beneath his hands and lips. She felt her sex stir like a flower as a warm delicious nectar filled her petals.

She felt his penis against her, hard and demanding, poking into her, and she knew she should be shocked, outraged, but she couldn't deny the deep feeling of pleasure it gave her to know that he was aroused because of her, that her body excited him and called foryth his own animal lusts.

But she must resist, she tole herself. What would he ever think of her if she let him have his way with her like this? Whore, strumpet, trollop,all came to mind. This would not do. She resolved to lethim play with her breasts, but no more. She would not allow him to touch her any place else; no lower than her waist. Certainly not lower than her waist,

He brought one hand around and took her face inhis hand, turning it to the side so he could kiss her lips. Only he didn't kiss them. He licked them. He licked her lips as a boy might lick a sweet candy. And she let him. His tongue moved over her lips as thoughhe was sucking honey from her mouth, and the feeling was so very delicious that she moaned with pleasure.

She tried to reach back and press his lips to hers, tried to join in the ravishing of her mouth, and as she did she felt his hand blide over her belly, down to the aching heat between her legs.

"Ohhh!" she said. "Ohh myyy!"

And she opened her legs slightly to give him access.

 

[Azalea]

The Doctor smiled to himself when he felt her thighs part to accomodate his hand. He could sense something in her trying to fight the rising arousal, but losing the battle. Her body was opening itself up to him like a flower long needing to bloom.

"Oh my!" she ahd cried so ingenuously when his hand reached her cleft. He gently and slowly fondled her with his fingers, exploring to see how she was responding, if she were growing wet. Her breasts were rising and falling now as she began to pant softly, and his fingers played with her nipple, his mouth on hers.

"Ohhhh.....please," she whispered, trying to turn in his arms to face him. He would not let her just yet, though.

"Abigail, shhhhh.....we have all the time in the world, let me touch you as I please," he replied, his voice husky and deep with desire.

She leaned back against him, feeling weak in the knees, wondeing if she would be able to remain standing this way for much longer. His fingers parted her labia and gently pushed inside of her, testing her wetness, and she moaned.

His cock was quite erect now, and he pushed it against her back; she shivered in his arms and her moaning became more audible.
Thus far, he was well pleased with her response.....the girl had definite possibilities.

He finally turned her body around to face him, and reaching down he untied his own robe and let it fall open. Abigail gasped when she saw his penis, so proudly rampant, and her blush deepened, her breathing quickened.

"Abigail, touich me," he commanded, and she tentatively reached for his member. Sensing her shyness, he grabbed her hand and placed it on his cock, shuddering with her touch.

She closed her fingers around him, amazed by his size, not only the length but the girth of his cock. The silkiness of his tender skin surprised her as well. He cupped her chin and raised her face so that her eyes met his.

"Abigail, I wish to mount you tonight," he said quietly.

"Sir, you realize I am a virgin," she said, her voice trembling, her eyes wide with fear coupled with excitement.

"I will be as gentle with you as I can, my dear, but it may hurt you at first," he said, and pulled her mouth to his for a kiss.
He lingered over the kiss for some time, his tongue probing her mouth. Then, breaking away, he said, "Your father gave you to me, but I do not wish to rape you, Abigail. I will take your virginity only if you are willing."

 

[dr_mabeuse]

She hesitated, not knowing what to do. All of this--her new status as his property, his wanton boldness, these overwhelming sensations--it was too much for her. Just yesterday her life had been as it always was: dfaughter and virtual servant to her cruel and callous parents, virginal and unloved, and reluctantly reconciled to this as the pattern for the rest of her life.

And now she stood here naked and shameless, being caressed by a strange man who wanted her to become his love slave. It was like a joke, a dream. And yet the feel of surprising weight of his penis in her hand was no dream; these feverish sensations in her body were no dream either. But she was so confused, dizzy and bewildered.

"What I offer you is a life of ease, and of sensual wonders such as you cannot even conceive of as you are now." he said to her. He gazed directly into her eyes with a look that made her shiver, a look of irresistible desire and mastery. "Your body is an instrument of pleasure. Abigail. It was meant to be used, to be played upon by a master who can bring out each sweet tone, each delicate nuance. And yet for too long it has been shut away, silent, unstrung, ignored. I have taken you out of your case and I hold you up. Shall we see what music you play?"

Still she hesitated, and the Doctor knew that she would notbe able to answer. Her virginity had been her treasure. At some point it had become a weight, and yet she could never consent to giving it away. It would have to be taken.

"Stand here, Abigail, and go not move." he said.

She did as he said, her hands at her sides as he held her shoulders and dipped his head.

The touch of his lips on her nipple made her gasp and her knees trembled. She strained to look down at him, so close to her, and saw him licking and sucking at her own flesh, a look of rapturous pleasure on his face. A thrill shot down her spine and she felt herself grow wetter. She started to lift her hands to her face, but he said, "No." and took her wrists in his and pulled her arms behind her, bending them up.

It wasn't painful, but his mastery and her sudden helplessness before his assault took her breath away. A spear of excitement such as she'd never known shot through her as he took control of her body, and she almost swooned in his arms.

She had never felt anything like it. Her parents were cruel to her, abusing her and ridiculing her constantly, but they'd never laid a hand on her, and this feeling of being captured, of being overpowered by the Doctor's lust set off something deep and primal inside her. Despite what her mind might want, her body surrendered, and she knew she would give him anything he wanted.

The Doctyor was sensible of this change in her as well, although he wasn't expecting it so soon. It was just what he'd been hoping for, a woman who was sexually submissive. It had nothing to do with her temperament, nothing to do with her personality or status. It was apropensity some women showed to be sexually aroused by ceding control of their bodies to the desires of another, and it was what he'd been looking for above all in Abigail's nature.

Her submission fired his own desire, and as she twisted slightly inhis grasp, his kisses became more fervent, more passionate, which only increased Abigail's own excitement further, until finally he led her to the bed and made her lie on it, trembling with desire for him.

The stripped his robe off, letting her see his powerful body. His cock was enormous and proud and she could not take her eyes from it. She knew there was no way she could accept that thing between her legs. He would tear her apart, kill her.

Yet at the moment she hardky cared about that. She was his and she would do whatever he desired.

 

[Azalea]

Abigail's eyes were fastened onto the Doctor's huge cock, and she began whimpering every so quietly.....little sounds of fear emanating from deep in her throat. Yet he could see plainly the aroused state of her vagina. Her labia were slightly parted, and moisture glistened between her lips. Her panting and trembling spurred his own arousal to a height he had rarely experienced, and he found himself having to exercise extreme control in order to proceed with patience.

"Lie back and try to relax, my dear," he said soothingly, lying next to her and bringing his mouth to her breast. She lay back, not quite sure what to do with her hands, as he took her nipple into his mouth and began to suckle her.

The sensations that shot from her nipple through her body down to her vagina shocked her, and her impulse was to cross her legs, to relieve her need with pressure. The Doctor gently but firmly inserted his hand and spread her thighs, and began again to explore her labia with his fingers, probing her with his fingers to pick up her natural moisture and then rub her lips and clit with it.

When his fingers bruashed across her clitoris, her body actually jumped, and she cried out softly, "OOOHHH!"
Pleased by the intensity of her response, the Doctor began to use his fingers to stretch her maidenhead, continuing to suckle her breast so that she would associate pleasure with what he was doing.

She tentatively brought one hand to stroke his head and arm.....her other hand was pinned beneath her. He took hold of it and brought it to his belly, shifting his body slightly so that she could reach his cock. She took the hint and caressed him, her fingers finding him and wrapping around his girth.

For a few minutes more, he continued to prepare her vagina for his penetration, and let her fondle him, though he did not need priming.....he was more than ready for her.

When he sensed she was relaxed and open enough to receive him with a minimum of pain, he withdrew his fingers and let go of her nipple. She gasped, and seemed disappointed that he had stopped, but then her eyes widened as she saw him assume a kneeling position, astraddle her hips.

Abigail's heart was racing so that she felt it would burst, and her breath became shallower and faster. She found herself quivering all over, afraid of what was to come....but also desiring it with all of her body. She kept her eyes fastened on his, and when she saw his slight hesitation, she nodded with her head as if to say, yes, I want this, too.......

 

[dr_mabeuse]

He placed himself between her legs, very conscious of what was about to take place. he kissed her once more, a light and tender kiss, a kiss or reassurance, but Abigail had no patinece for that now. She whimpered excitedly and her hips jerked as if with a mind of her own, eager to be taken.

His cock found her opening of its own accord and he was conscious of her virginal tightness around his glans as she slid into her. He met her hymrn, and store through it as if it were nothing, but Abigail felt the twinge of pain and gasped, bringing her hands to his chest. There was the most gratifying feeling of fullness, of being opened and in some way completed. there was soreness, but it was hardly important compared to the deeply satisfying feel of his hardness encased within her.

"It's done." he said softly, and she nodded her head, her eyes closed as she concentrated on the new sensations within her. In her mind she thought, I'm a woman at last. No one can change that now. She knew that this was a shameful and illicit way to be initiated, but the thought was unimportant compared to the feelings in her body.

From the Doctor's first touch Abigail had been amazed at her body's fervid and hungry response to all he did. She knew what a man and a woman did together, and she knew that it was supposed to be wonderfully pleasurable. But she hadn't expected this passionate intensity that pushed all other thoughts aside. She hadn't expected to tremble so, to ache, to be on fire with need for more.

Now with his cock inside her--for that's what it was, his cock--she found that her desires were not quenched, but that a higher plateau existed, that her need was both satisfied and intensified, her excitement was still growing.

"Oh, Doctor..." she groaned, wanting to tell him but not knowing what she wanted to say.

"Is it good now, my pet?" he asked her as he kissed her cheek. "Is thepain gone?"

"Oh! Oh!" she moaned, her eyes closed, "Yes! Yes! It's so good now! I never dreamed..."

He withdrew his hips just slightly, then pushed back into her, the head of his cock pushing her swollen tissues aside to make room for him, and Abigail felt his magnificent hardness inside her. He was fucking her, her mind cried out. Fucking her cunt and it was glorious.

Her face looked fresh and virginal beneath him. The look of sexual pleasure on her face just made her all the more lovely, but her body was wonderfully ripe and ready for fucking. Her hips were strong and made a comfortable saddle for his own and her breasts stood up proud and firm, eager for his lips.

He began to fuck her slowly, not moving much, till her gasps and moans told him it was alreight. The pain was only a memory now; the only thing that hurt was her deep ache for him, her need.

Abigail took his strokes with mounting passion, and her hips began to move of their own volition, engaged in their own dance with his cock, knowing instinctively what to do.

He leaned down and took a nipple into his mouth, lashing it with his tongue and sucking gently, and Abigail felt the pleasure in her breast merge with the pleasure in her pussy. Her whole body tingled and glowed with an animal excitement that felt so satisfying yet so incomplete. There was something more, she realized. Something better, something fantastic.

She didn't know what it was, but she wanted it. She wanmted it desperately.

 

[Azalea]

As the Doctor felt his need for release become impossible to ignore any longer, he released Abigail's nipple and concentrated on the rhythm and intensity of his thrusts. She watched his changing facial expression, his eyes clenching shut, his brow furrowing as he reached for his climax. She tried to match her movements to his, arching her hips instinctively, taking his cock in even deeper.

Suddenly his body tensed, and his hips slowed, and the Doctor gasped, softly, "Slow down, girl, slow down...." Abigail could hardly breathe as she realized what was happening. His cock began to throb and pulse inside of her, and he grunted, eyes closed tightly. She could feel something hot and wet, and knew he had come inside of her, and she found the thought of his seed in her exciting, wonderful.

Then the Doctor's body relaxed, and he lay on top of her, his hard breathing beginning to slow down. Abigail felt a mixture of pain and pleasure, and wondered if that was all there was to this.......the couples in her mother's books did other things, and she remembered that the women found pleasure as well as the men.

After a moment of recovery, the Doctor rolled off of her and looked into her eyes. His silence unnerved her, and she feared she had not pleased him. He appeared to be lost in thought, and she waited nervously, afraid to move or to speak.

Then, he leaned close to her ear and whispered, "You were wonderful, my dear," and kissed her softly on the mouth. She sighed with relief, eagerly returning his kiss. To her surprise, his hand reached down to her labia and he began fondling her sex, more vigorously than he had before, for she was now wet and open and ready to be touched more firmly.

"Lie back, let me pleasure you, Abigail," he murmured, and he found her clitoris and skillfully stroked and pinched it. She began to pant, the intense pleasure he was giving her sending chills up and down her spine, her thighs quivering.

Then, the something more she had looked for suddenly flooded her with a rush of sweet sensation, her vagina throbbing with waves of pleasure. Abigail cried out, "Oh my God!" and then could not control her shaking. The Doctor kept up his stroking, prolonging her orgasm, and she trembled, stunned by the intensity of a pleasure she had only ever imagined.

As her orgasm subsided, the Doctor withdrew his hand and sat up, gazing down at Abigail with an expression of satisfaction and approval. She had proved delightfully responsive to passion, and he suspected she had a capacity for much more.

"For your first time, my dear, you did very well. I am most pleased with you," he said with a tone of finality. "I will sign the contract forthwith. And then," he added, "I will impose upon you again, as your sweet virgin body has whetted my appetite for more of you."

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Abigail hardly knew what to think. She was still reeling from her deflowering and the first orgasm she had even known in her life, and had much to sort out and try to understand. A new and unsuspected world had opened up to her, and she wanted time to consider this new part of herself to whom she felt so much a stranger.

And really, there was so much she didn't know about the ways of a man with a woman. Was this typical, that one bout of lovemaking followed another so rapidly? Her nerves were still ringing with pleasure, her cheeks were flushed and her naked breasts had not yet stopped heaving.

The Doctor stretched himself out along side her, placed a hand on her breast and kissed her, a long, slow, luxuriant kiss that made her weak and slowly rekindled the heat within her body, awakening it from it's relaxed slumber. It was the kind of kiss she had read about in fairy tale books, and yet so much more deliciously wicked. His tongue licked her lips, licked her tongue even, then fucked into her mouth just as his cock had fucked into her pussy moments before.

Abigail shuddered and moaned softly, opening her mouth to him to let him do as he wished with her. She raised her hand and placed it tentativey on his arm, feeling him warmth, the bulge of his muscle. She didn't know how to caress a man, but instinctively she explored him. She squeezed his arm and was amazed at how hard it was, how solid, how strong and she realized how small and weak she was compared to him, and how gentle he was being. That thought too made her soften inside and she felt the need building in her sore but willing sex.

Abigail gasped when his hand began to softly massage her breast. It felt good to be touched, but even more than that it was deeply arousing. She felt terribly feminine and priviledged to be so. His hand was no less expressive than his lips, and she could feel in his touch the pleasure he took just from feeling her body. It was wonderful to lie there and be caressed and know that her body excited and pleased him. She had never felt so beautiful.

She wanted to reciprocate, to do something for him, but he wouldn't let her. When she asked him what she should do,he lifted his lips slightly from her breast and whispered, "Just lie there and be beautiful."

Her legs fell open of their own accord as she felt her sex fill with need. He let his hand roam over her naked body, down her breast, across her belly, down her thigh, then up to play in her pubic curls, still moist with their love and her virginal blood. Again she marvelled at how much pleasure he could draw from her there, and she was embarrassed when her hips jerked up to meet his hand, as if with a will of their own.

"Your first lesson, Abigail," he said softly to her, "is to let yourself go. The best gift youcan give me is to tell me how what I does makes you feel. And you don't have to tell me in words. Your body and your face can speak far more eloquently than words."

She understood him perfectly, yet a lifetime of training was not so easily overcome, and it was with some difficulty that she let her body express itself, twisting and moving so as to put herself in the way of his hand, and gave voice to soft moans of pleasure and desire when she succeeded.

Her need was very great now. She lay on the bed with her eyes closed, her hips gently grinding into the sheets, one hand in his hair as he kissed her breasts, the other near her face, one finger demurely at her lips, the nail against her teeth as if she were undecided about what was happening to her. But the moans and deep sighs were clear proof that she was not undecided at all.

 

[Azalea]

The Doctor rolled over onto his back and pulled Abigail astraddle him. His erect cock pressed against her sex, and she gasped when she felt how hard he was again.

"Lift yourself up and slip me inside of you, Abigail," he ordered her, a bit breathlessly.

Abigail supported her weight on her knees and reached for his penis, and opening her labia, she guided him into her pussy, moaning as he gained purchase and thrust himself in.

"Now ride me, dear, move your hips and take your pleasure, don't be afraid!" he encouraged her. He enjoyed watching her discover what her body could do, and also what effects she could have on his body.

Abigail moved her hips instinctively, in little circles, and side to side, as if she were experimenting to see what felt best to her and what seemed to please him. As her excitement built, she threw her head back and the Doctor enjoyed watching her ample breasts bounce a little with her movements.

This girl is a natural, he thought, and then he found he no longer wanted to think....only feel......

Abigail began to grind down upon his penis faster, and harder, and the Doctor bucked up to meet her motions and groaned his pleasure.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

It was soon obvious that the Doctor needed to do very little to pleasure Abigail; she was quite capable of taking care of her own needs herself. She was not some young ingenue who had to be carefully taught the pleasures of love. She was a fully grown, sexually mature woman who had simply been denied these pleasures for far too long, and now she had few scruples about openly pursuing what she'd so long been denied.

Abigail knew immediately that she was dealing with a source of pleasure and sensation that made society's rules and strictures silly by comparison. This was raw heat; this was what had been missing from her life. This was life, and she threw herself into pleasing herself with all her being. After her initial wave of ecstasy at feeling the Doctor's hard swollen cock filling her, she applied herself with abandon to quenching the fires that raged inside her. She fell forward towards the Doctor and caught herself with her hands splayed on his powerful chest.

He looked up at her and saw that her pupils had all but disappeared back into her head, such was her rapture, and her mouth hung open in an expression of pure awe. She cried out, her body bucking upon him with spasms of joy, her pussy clutching convulsively at his cock, and, after the spasms passed, she began to ride him.

She rode him like a horse, spurring him on with her thighs as her hips ground violently against him and her tongue searched her upper lip as if tasting the very pleasure she felt. The Doctor gave a couple of jarring thrusts up into her, knocking the wind from her each time so that she squealed with excitement as he drove his shaft deeper into her.

"Yes, you hot slut!" he hissed up at her inhis own excitement, "You love my cock inside you, don't you Abigail? You love to fuck me like this!"

She had never heard such shocking words from a person's mouth before and some part of her knew that she should be shocked, but in fact his words satisfied some deep need in her and she found them deleiciously degrading, as if he spoke the truth.

Perhaps she was a slut, she thought. She was certainly acting like one. But if this is what being a slut meant, then she was all for it, because she'd never felt such wonderful feelings as she was experiencing now. She could feel his breasts bouncing upoa nd down as she slaved over his cock and that felt wonderful too. Everything felt wonderful, mindless and obscene, and she loved it.

And yet she felt so good that her own pleasure shamed her. She made an effort to control herself, to compose her face into a more ladylike expression and to stop her ceaseless moaning and gaspingm but it was to no avail. His cock hit her just right and set off a pang of lascivious pleasure that just destroyed her control. Her mouth fell open and she sobbed, overwhelmed by sensual pleasure.

The Doctor was also highly excited, realizing that Abigail was even more than he'd hoped for. She was wonderfully passionate abd wild, and her inhibitions were no match for her sheer animal lust. He felt his cock growing even larger inside her, and finally he grabbed her, pulled her close against him, grabbed her ass in his other hand, and rolled over so that he was atop her. He got on his knees and sunk his prick deep into her pussy.

Abigail cried out. Her legs shuddered. The Doctor still held her wrists and he used them to pin her hands above her head, holding her down. He wanted to see how she liked being restrained, for this was to be her fate, he knew. This was what he wanted her for.

Again she surpassed his expectations. Being held down like that, pinned by his hands on her wrists and his thick cock in her pussy, Abigail gave up struggling for any kind of control over what she was feeling. She felt beaten, taken, possessed by his male strength and she found the feeling so overwhelmingly erotic that she arched her back and climaxed, her orgasm overtaking her seemingly from nowhere and turning her into a quivering bundle of sexual excitement.

"Yes, you hot cunt!" He said to her as his hips battered savagely at her, "Come on my cock! Show me how you love it!"

"Oh God! Oh God!" Abigail chanted. Without bidding the words fell from her lips. "Fuck me! Ih God Fuck me!"

She never stopped trembling as she launched immediately into another climax, this one so violent that her hips actually left the bed, fucking up and clamping onto the Doctor's cock. It was too much for him.

With a deep groan he shot into her, his hot semen gushing deep into her clutching cunt, bolt after bolt as his buttocksd clenched convulsively.

Abigail, her wrists punned to the bed by his strength, had never felt anything as thrilling in her entire life.

 

[Azalea]

The Doctor collapsed against abigail, and she let him lie there, his weight crushing her, for a few moments, as they both recovered their heartbeat and breath rate after such a vigorous fucking. Then, she gently pushed at his chest, and he got her message and rolled off to the sid, his leg still draped possessively across her belly.

"You liked it when I restrained your hands over your head, didn't you, Abigail," he asked, "for you seemed to come with qute an intensitywhen I did so."

"Catching her breath, she replied, "Yes, I did, I found it......somehow exciting," and she knew she was blushing furiously.

"Do not be embarrassed by that," he said, caressing her cheek and turning her chin toward him. "There is nothing unnatural or wrong in your enjoying that feeling. Have you ever read, in any of your books, of people having their hands or feet tied for lovemaking?"

"I did read such a thing, yes," she ansered, "but I did not understand why they did so.......have you ever done that, Doctor," she added tentatively, "if I might ask such a personal question?"

"Yes," he answered simply.

They lie quietly for a few moments, then, and Abigail pondered her night's experiences. She supposed she was now no better than a whore, but strangely enough, it didn't seeem to be important.

Then the Doctor rose on one elbow and said, softly, with tenderness, "Abigail, for a virgin, you performed amazingly tonight. You afforded me great pleasure, my dear, and I wish to keep you here. For now, my professional prescription for you is a good rest."

He rose from the bed and donned his dressing robe. Abigail sat up and watched him, enjoying the sight of his body in a new way, reflecting on the power he had over her and coming to terms with it.

"Tomorrow I shall rise early and tend to my practice. I will see that you remain undisturbed so you may get some sleep, as I expect to enjoy your company tomorrow afternoon and evening."

He walked over to the bed, sat down, and kissed her, softly.
"Thank you, my dear. Sleep well, and do not feel upset by anything you did or said tonight. I wil call upong you tomorrow and see how you are feeling. Bon soir, cherie."

"Good night....sir," she replied, and leaned back against the headboard, suddenly realizing how exhausted she felt.
The Doctor slipped out quietly, turning off the lamp as he did so, and she was soon fast asleep.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

The next day unfolded just as he'd said: Abigail slept shamefully late compared to what she was used to, and barely had time to bathe and dress before the Doctor came in during a lull in his morning's work and made her serve his sexual needs. He had her again after lunch, and then after their day of shopping, where he spent lavishly on her, embarrassing her with the way he bought her everything that caught his of her fancy.

If this was whoredom, Abigail thought, it was nothing like what she had thought, and though she was quite conscious of the emptiness on her third finger left hand, all the tradespeople, all the servants, and even the people in the street, gave her all the deference due the Doctor's Lady. There was not a whisper behind her back, not a furtive glance.

The Doctor for his part was terribly smitten with her and lost no time in making her his legal ward. It was rather a quaint and old-fashioned notion, and especially odd given Abigail's age, but the papers were drawn up and signed, and he became Abigail's legal guardian. Of course, everyone knew what the real facts were, but there was nothing unusual about a man's having an affair with his ward, or even marrying her for that matter. It happened all the time in a society filled with older, wealthy bachelors, where almost everyone was related in some way to everyone else.

Was she happy? It was hard to say. The Doctor was an ardent, passionate man, and she was a passionate woman underneath her gentle and refined exterior. Their relationship was characterized by great sweeps of passion, dizzying and disorienting in their intensity, so that she never quite felt as though she had her feet beneath her. Their couplings were wildly satisfying, almost savage in the delight they took in one another. And yet she never could catch her balance long enough to take stock of where she was and how she felt.

It was, she reflected one day, like constantly falling in love: the same excitement, the thrills, the feeling of wild acceleration. She had no doubts that she was terribly in love with him, and he with her.

At the center of their world was their lovemaking. It was almost always the same and yet they never tired of it. As he kissed and caressed her, his ardor would reach such heights that he could scarcely control himself, and his passion would in turn ignite her own desire. Sometimes he would teach her new things, new tricks from the books of love, and she was an apt and eager student. She found herself doing things she would never have dreamt that people would do, and loving them. And yet she never grew coarse, never became jaded or vulgar. It was as if she kept the two parts of her life separate: her public self and the woman she was in the bedroom.

For weeks after their first encounter things went on like this. She always remembered the feeling of him holding her down in bed, the feeling of being so absolutely possessed, and she knew by now that he had an interest in some aspect of lovemaking that involved ropes and restraints, but he had never again mentioned it.

Then, after about six weeks of living with him, things changed.

They had guests for dinner and had a charming time. Abigail was simply stunning with her hair arranged in curls atop her head and wearing a jade-green velvet gown that showed off her tightly corsetted figure and delicious decoletege. The gentlemen couldn't help but flirt with her, and Abigail had developed the confidence and wit to meet them on their own terms, giving almost as good as she got, so that by the time the brandy was served there was a wonderfully liscentious wickedness in the air.

They saw the guests off and the Doctor excused himself and went into the library. Shortly thereafter, Penneworth came out and told Abigail that the Doctor would like to see her in the library.

Abigail walked down the hallway and opened the door to the library to find the Doctor standing and staring into the fire.

 

[Azalea]

"Sir, you wanted to see me?" she asked, expecting his usual warmth and desire for lovemaking. But when the Doctor turned to face her, his expression was stern, and Abigail found herself trembling with anxiety.

"What did you thinnk you were doing tonight, Abigail? Were you flaunting your affections deliberately?"

She blushed, realizing what he was upset about. She was aware that, under the influence of the rich food, plentiful wine, and witty company, she had acted quite flirtatiously. But she had thought she was simply being the kind of pleasant hostess the Doctor would wish her to be.

"I sought only to please your guests, Sir, to please you," she answered meekly.

"You did not please me. You acted as if you werer quite anxious to fuck every man in the room," he replied, his voice strange to her with its angry tone. He walked up to her and took hold of her arm rather roughly, pulling her over to the couch by the fire.

"I wanted to show you off, yes," he said, "but I did not expect you to flaunt yourself that way, it was disrespectful to me."

She did not say a word, for she was becoming a little afraid of him. He sat on the couch, and, in a harsh tone which brooked no ignoring, said, "Undress, now."

"Yes, Sir," she replied, and began removing her clothing. He watched her with eyes glinting in the firelight, with a face full of some unreadable emotion to her. She quickly removed her gown, shoes, and petticoat. She began to unclasp her corset, but he held up his hand and said, "No I want you to remain in your corset and stockings. But remove your other underwear."

Soon, she stood before him clad only in the tight corset, which pushed her breasts up considerably, her nipples barely peeking over the top. And she had on her silk stockings, held with garters......nothing else.

He pulled her onto his lap, and fondled her breasts, pulling them free of the top of the garment. He took her nipples into his mouth, one at a time, suckling them more roughly than he ever had before, almost biting them painfully. Abigail winced, but tried not to show discomfort or pain.

Still without a word, he pushed her off onto the sofa, laid her down, and spread open her legs. hr thrust several fingers into her vagina at once, and this time she could not control a gasp of pain, for he had not prepared her and she was fearful rather than aroused.

"This cunt belongs to me," he said in a stern tone, "this body is mine, to do with as I please. Do you understnd this, Abigail?"

She fought back tears and replied in a quiet voice, "Yes, Sir, I do, and I beg your forgiveness for any behavior that displeased you."

At those words, the Doctor sat back, withdrawing his fingers from her, looking at her for several moments without speaking. then, appearing to have made up his mind about something, he spoke again.

"It is time for you to learn that I am your master, and that your only reason for living here is to please me in everyrthing," he said in a level tone, his expression all seriousness.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

He got up from the sofa, walked to the desk and took some things from the bottom drawer. He threw them down on the sofa next to her and Abigail saw that they were four black leather cuffs, thick and sturdy, with silver buckles and rings attached.

"These go on your wrists." he said sternly, "and these on your ankles. Put them on."

"But I..."

"Now!" he commanded.

Abigail had never heard that tone in his voice. It was not just anger, although that was there, but the tone of authority in his voice that made her obey immediately.

As she fumbled with the cuffs around her wrists, the Doctor went to the library door and called down the hall, "Penneworth! Dismiss all the servants for the night. They may finish cleaning up tomorrow. And you may retire as well. I'm not to be disturbed. Is that clear?"

Abigail found that her fingers were trembling and she couldn't attach the left hand cuff. She heard the Doctor close the door and the key click in the lock. Then he was standing before her and she looked up at him in fear.

He reached down, grabbed her wrist and hauled her easily to her feet, as if she weighed nothing at all. Abigail cringed, certain he would stroke her, but instead he finished the job of buckling on the remaining cuff. he held her small wrist in his handm and once the cuff was on he stared at it for a moment, as if fascinated by the contrast of the shuny black leather against her pale skin.

"It would have to come to this sooner or later, my beloved," he said to her. "It may as well start tonight."

She was terrified as he dragged her roughly over to the book-lined wall of the library, where a heavy brass wall sconce was bolted to a heavy vertical supporting beam. Holding her hand high, he unhooked the decorative chain from the sconce and clipped her wrist to it, then he did the same with the next.

When he had finished, Abigail's hands were secired over her head, wrists together. The position of her arms crushed her breasts together, making them almost overflow the top of her corset. She felt terribly helpless and vulnerable.

He stepped back and regarded her, then went back to the desk and from the top drawer he withcrew a thin riding crop. Abigail's face turned very pale.

The Doctor put the crop under his arm and approached her, taking off his tie and jacket and opening his shirt, his eyes fixed hypnotically on hers.

"Up to now," he said, "I've instructed you in the arts of love, the things you must do to please me, and you've done very well, very well indeed. But it is not enough. Not nearly enough Abigail. "

He turned around as if what he was about to say was difficult. "I hardly have to tell you how I feel about you. I think I've made that quite obvious. I'm in love with you, Abigail. I'm deeply and hopelessly in love with you..."

"Oh, Elliot! And I feel the same about you! Surely you know that!"

"Please." he said, turning and holding up his hand. "Let me finish . I've never attempted to explain this to anyone before, Abigail. I am not a man who feels that he has to explain himself to anyone, but I am making an exception for you, because of my feelings for you and because I want to be sure that you do not miscontrue what I am about to do."

"As I said," he went on, "I am in love with you, and because I love you so, I have no choice but to change the fundamental nature of our relationship. I can not risk losing you, either though idle flirtation, or a change of your heart, or any other silly womanly caprice that might come to your mind."

"Oh, but Elliot!" she began, but he cut her off with a dark look.

"Hereafter," he said, "I must insist on your complete obedience to me, Abigail. I do not seek to make a slave of you, or a servant, or to treat you like a child. This is far more than this. But from this moment I will assert my rights as your owner and master. You will be mine, Abigail, body and soul. We shall be as close as two people can be, tied together in a way more intimate than you can now understand."

He stopped, saw the confusiuon in her face and gave a wry smile. He turned and poured some brandy from the crystal decanter into a glass, picked it up and inhaled.

"No doubt you have no idea of what I'm telling you now." he said, But you will, my dear. It will all become clear to you."

He drained the brandy and put down the glass.

"But for now, I must convince you that you do indeed belong to me. Now turn around darling. Face the wall."

The first blow landed on her buttocks with a loud snap, and the shock of being hit this way was such that Abigail was too surprised to even cry out. The sharp sting quickly turned intio a warm, aching pain, but by then the second one landed.

Now Abigail screamed, more in outrage than in pain. She couldn't bel;ieve that he was doing this to her, treationg her like an animal, whipping her like a horse.

But that's just what he did, and the next blow clearly hurt. After that, she hardly felt the separate bvlows. Something began to build in her, some feeling that perhaps she did after all deserve this. She had been flirting: what had she been thinking? She had hurt him, and now he was hurting her back. It was only fair.

By the eighth stroke a fierce heat had spread througout her loins. She was getting aroused. Her helplessness, his passion, the pain, it all was getting to her. She was getting aroused.

 

[Azalea]

Abigail's mind was a hurricane of confused thoughts, her body flooded with conflicting sensations. Fear, pain, helplessness, outrage, and - unbelievably, to her - extreme sexual arousal.

By the ninth blow of his crop, tears were flowing from Abigail's eyes. She felt humiliated, and her buttocks stung so sharp and painfully. She hung her head down and struggled to keep from crying out again, as she knew it would not stop him. The Doctor clearly had an agenda in mind and would inexorably carry it through to its completion. Realizing her utter helplessness, she closed her eyes against the tears and braced her body for more blows.

She waited.....no word from him, no movement......the tenth blow did not fall. Instead, she suddenly felt his fingers tracing the welts on her skin - gently, he was not trying to make them hurt more, but seemed to be exploring them.

She found herself trembling uncontrollably, and her tears became sobs. The Doctor knelt behind her and began softly kissing along the welts, and her confusion increased, as did her feelings of sexual excitement.

He continued to kiss her buttocks, and ran his hands down along her thighs and calves, stroking her as if to calm the trembling. Then he stood, put his hands on her waist, and spoke......

"Abigail, tell me what you are feeling at this moment, and do not be afraid to be perfectly honest with me."

She swallowed her tears, and in a very meek, tiny voice, whispered more than spoke, "It hurts, Sir."

She stopped there, and the Doctor turned her body around to face him, but she would not raise her head to meet his gaze.
He cupped her chin and gently raised it, but her eyes were lowered, reddened with her tears. He found her perfectly lovely at that moment.

"Abigail, talk to me, dear. I know it hurt you, and I don't expect you to understand everything tonight. but I do wish to hear your thoughts."

She timidly lifted her eyes to meet his, and spoke again.
"Elliot...I mean, Sir.....if you want to know, I feel humiliated. I am afraid of you right now. And I don't understand why I feel like making love to you right now." And at that, she dropped her eyes and shook her head, as if shocked at her own responses.

He caressed her cheek, and replied, " You have no idea how beautiful you are to me right now, hanging there helpless before me, not fighting or struggling, but submitting to everything i have done and said. You belong to me, Abigail, and I expect your absolute obedience. Tonight is an introduction to a new world, and I understand how difficult this was for you."

 

[dr_mabeuse]

She didn't know what to say to that, but apparently he expected no reply. He lifted her chin up and his lips came down on hers, so softly as to make her gasp with excitement. He had just beatenher as if she were an animal, and yet now he kissed her as if she were the most precious and fragile thing in the world.

Gently he unfastened her wrists from the wall sconce, and he picked her up bodily in his arms. She was amazed again at the strength in those arms, at the hardness of his chest.

He laid her gently down on the sofa and knelt oin the floor at her side, caressing her, kissing the tears from her cheeks. His hands roamed over her body and everything they touched they took possession of. The velvet of the sofa chafed against the welts on her bottom, but that just added to the glorious ache between her thighs. She felt that she was totally his, and that she was the most precious thing he owned.

Somehow she knew, thatby taking the beating he'd given her, she'd gained his heart as well, and the thought made her weak with desire.

He got up and quickly removed all his clothes, and once again she admired the power in his body. His penis was hard and proudly erect. He climbed on the sofa between her legs and immediately took her, sliding into her to the hilt.

Abigail gasped at the sudden fullness, at his hardness, at the way he took total possession of her. As excited as she'd been, she still didn't expect him to feel so wonderfully good, so feeply satisfying.

"You're mine, darling," he whispered to her, "you are all mine. You don't know how much I love you, Abigail, how very much I love you."

The weight of his body on hers pressed her whipped bottom hard against the velvet, but somehow now it felt good. It felt very good.

 

[Azalea]

Thrusting into her, gently at first, then pushing harder, the Doctor's face was a picture of rapt pleasure, and Abigail could not help but feel that he was pleased with her. Her own heightened sexual excitement and desire, following upon the painful beating, confused her. It was a mystery how the pain in her buttocks had transferred to a burning throb between her thighs.

She arched her hips to meet his thrusts, and clutched his buttocks tightly against her, trying to keep his penis as deep inside her as possible. The Doctor responded to this show of sexual hunger by covering her breasts with kisses as he rammed into her vagina. His grunts and her soft moans soon turned into cries of mutual pleasure, as both he and Abigail began to climax simultaneously.

"OH god!" she cried, "please god, please......oh Elliot!" Her eyes, still red from her tears, glittered so brightly, and the Doctor cried out in response....."My love, you are perfect, you are mine!"
His body grew rigid with his coming, and his hoarse cries of pleasure as his penis pulsed his seed into her thrilled Abigail. She was amazed at his response, and understood a glimmer of what he had experienced.

Her willing submission to his right to use her body as he saw fit had sent some kind of message to him, she thought.....as if she had proved she loved him, that she belonged to him and no other.
But she still had questions.....and, in the midst of even her intense sexual satiaton, there lingered a fear.....what would Elliot want to do to her next time?

He collapsed upon her body, his breathing hard and shallow, and she cradled his head against her breasts. "I love you, Elliot," she whispered. In answer, he took her face between his hands and kissed her with a deeply tender, lingering kiss.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

The Doctor removed her cuff and restraints, and led her up to their bed, where he applied a soothing slave to her bruised backside, and for several days afterward he treated her with unusual solicitude and tenderness. At first she thought it was over his guilt for what he'd done to her, but she soon realized that it was deeper than that, that there had been some subtle but profound change in their relationship that she couldn't quite put her finger on, but that she did not find displeasing in the least.

She found the idea of being "owned" by the Doctor strangely exciting, and she suffered her sore backside with a certain amount of pride, as if it were a token of his love for her, so that every tiome she moved she was reminded of him and of what had happened that night.

Then one day at breakfast, shortly before he had to attend to his patients, she looked up from the paper she was reading to see him looking at her with admiration and unmistakable desire. His look was so direct and unashamed that it almost startled her into dropping her tea cup. A flush spread over her chest and throat, and she felt a corresponding response inside herself as well.

The Doctor allowed a smile to soften his look, but his eyes did not change. Then he sighed, said something about being late, stood up and kissed her on the cheek as always, perhaps lingerng a bit too long.

That small incident stuck in her mind, and after thinking about it, she realized what had changed between them. He had always been kind and considerate towards her, even as he taught her to do the most intimate and embarrassing things in bed, but since that night his ardor had grown so that now she seemed to have more access to him. She hadn't realized how formal their relationship had been until she saw this new side of him. It was like a screen had fallen away and now the real man, his emotions and his passions, were accesible to her.

In the world Abigal lived in, this openness of feeling was something new. It was normally the kind of relationship shared with only a few very close friends to whom one could open one's heart. It was unusual to find such intimacy even between man and wife, and she found it quite refreshing and on the whole a much more satisfying arrangement than what they'd had previously.

If there were any drawbacks, it was that he beagn to take a much more active interest in her own life: in what she wore, how she arranged her hair, and in all those things she did that had an effect on his own well-being. And yet even this was not detrimental: she found the attention gratifying, and she did as much as she could to please him.

The only thing that concerned her was that their sexual life seemed to suffer. He did not seek her out as often as he had in the past, and this puzzled her. What she could not know, was that he was intentionally denying them both, in order to intensify the experience when they were together. He was preparingher to accept sex as a much more pervasive aspect of her life, and one that would no longer be confined to the bedroom.

On a gray and foggy evening they were returning from a day of shopping in town. They had dined at Maxim's, and the wine and the getnle yet provocative lurching of the coach were having a salacious eggect on them both. He had purchased some scandalous garments for her feom a custom leather-worker her knew, and Abigail was still thinking of the arousing feel of the leather corset she had tried on, the way it had cinched her in so deliciously and made her look so wondefully wicked, when she felt the Doctor's eyes upon her.

She glanced at him and was not surprised to see the look of desire in his eyes. She knew she had the same look in hers, and she felt a rush of warmth in her blood. The poitching of the coach was like her lover's body beneath her, rhythmic and sensual, and she could feel herself growing aroused under his gaze.

"Pull the shades." he said softly, and Abigail reached over and covered the windows, plunging their little world into darkness.

"Give me your hand." he said.

She reached out and found his hand. He took her wrist and pressed her gloved hand into his lap until she touched his naked penis, very hard and erect. She felt him throbbing through her glove.

"Do you feel that,Abigail?" he asked her softly. "Do you feel how hard I am for you?"

"Yes, my darling."

"I want you to make me come." he said. "I want to come in your mouth."

"Here?" she asked, shocked. "In the coach?"

"Yes. Right here, right now."

 

[Azalea]

She hesitated for only a few moments....then without a word she removed her gloves and assumed a kneeling postion on the floor of the coach. She spread his thighs and got between them, and went to work on his trousers, loosening them a bit so that she could have acces to his balls as well as his penis.

Gazing down at her lovely soft hair, seeing how eager she was to obey him in this, the Doctor smiled and petted her, then settled back against the seat, closing his eyes.

Abigail held on to the edge of the seat, to steady herself against the rocking of the coach, and took him into her mouth. She always savored anew the wondrous sensation of his firm yet silky flesh, and she began to suckle and lick him as she knew he liked best, with no further ado. She could feel the strong pulse in his swollen vein, and she tenderly cradled his balls in her free hand, loving the way they moved beneath the skin, loving everything about her Master's body.

He shifted a little as her ministrations intensified, groaning with pleasure as she increased the intensity of her suckling. She felt a stiffening in his quivering legs, and felt the tautness of his balls.....knowing he was about to spend his seed, she tried to swallow him in as deeply as possible, and he pulsed his hot seed far down her throat, with a loud cry of pleasure.

Then, his body relaxed, and she let his member remain in her mouth, tenderly licking and sucking still, trying to make him feel the depth of her appreciation for him. He looked down at her and saw how her head rested on his thigh, her eyes closed, her breathing soft and reagular, as she suckled him like a baby. There was one small glistening pearl of cum on the corner of her lip.....

 

[dr_mabeuse]

The coach pulled around to the back of the house and the Doctor helped Abigail out and led her quickly inside. Without a word he brought her upstairs to his bedroom and locked the door behind them, then took her in his arms and kissed her deeply, his tongue tasting the residue of his ejaculate in her mouth. His kiss was so fierce, so intense, that Abigail grew dizzy, dazed as she was from the lewd pleasure of having just fellated him on her knees in the coach like a common whore.

The Doctor broke the kiss and stared into her eyes for a moment, and Abigail saw the familiar fire in his eyes, the look of hungry dresire that never failed to thrill her. He reached up to the the bodice of her dress and with one tug ripped the garment open and pulled it off her shoulders, exposing the tops of her breasts in the corset she wore. He tugged it down and off her body violently, as if enraged, and Abigail began to quake with fear.

Surely she had displeased him; she must have done something wrong. Perhaps she hadn't given him sufficient pleasure in the coach. She stood there is her stockings and corset shivering a bit in the chill of the room, waiting for what would come next.

But he took her in his arms and kissed her again, holding her so tightly she could hardly breathe. His hands slid down to cup her buttocks and he squeezed and pulled her hips tight against him. ABigail was shocked to feel his cock poking her stomach. He was already hard again. That's what this was about: he wasn't angry, he wanted her.

He spun her around and she felt his fingers at the laces of her corset, working it loose. She stood there as he tugged and pulled, and finally the garment was loose enough to allow him to pull it down and off her body. He stood back fromher and sllowed his eyes to scan her up and down, clad as she was only in her shoes, hose, and garter belt.

"Stand as you are, Abigail." he said. "I don't want you to move. As long as you don't move I won't have to bind you."

She lowered her hands to her sides and stood there nervously, aware that her nipples were hardening beneath his gaze, and that her sex, already moist from the coach, was growing even more so, just from the heat of his gaze.

She was so aroused that when he finally put his hands on her arms she jumped. her body seemed super sensitive to his touch, and she trembled in his stromng grasp. Without a word he lowered his head to her breasts and began to kiss and syck her flesh with such vehement hunger and passion that she couldn't repress a low moan of excitement. His wildness and desire took her breath away and made her skin erupt into goose flesh and he covered her breasts with kisses and love bites.

Instinctively she raised her hands to caress his head, to retyurn some of the pleasure to him, but he spoke harshly: "I said don't move!"

Abigail lowered her hands and held them rigidly at her sides as he kissed her, but when his hand found her sex she sobbed at his demanding touch. He was like a wild animal. His passion overwhelmed her, almost frighteneing her. His finger slipped inside her and began a lewd imitation of coitus as his thumb rubbed over the slick nub of her excited clitoris, sending sharp spears of pleasure through her body.

She remained rigid and unmoving as he consumed her with his lust, his fingers finding their way from her dripping sex to tease at her anus, his every touch igniting fires of their own in her feverish body. The urge to embrace him, to throw her arms around him was very great, and the tension of having to remain still under his sexual assault was almost more than she could bear.

He pushed her back, back, till her legs hit the edge of the bed and she fell on the mattress with a strangled gasp. the Doctor on top of her, his lips at her ear.

"Put your hands above your head an keep them there!" he whispered, and as she stretched her arms out he attacked her breasts again, until they were shiny and slick with his saliva. All the while his hand kept up its mad fondling and teasing of her sex until her thighs were wet with her own readiness.

He stood up then and tore off his own clothes, revealing his powerful erection, throbbing and dark red with hot blood. He lay down between her shuddering thighs and fit the tip of his cock to her swampy pussy and said, "Now, Abigai! Now you can move. Show me how much you want me! Show me how I make you feel!"

With a sob she wrapped her legs around his body, pulling him in to fill her emptiness. Her arms went around his broad backand she thrust her breasts up against the hardness of his chest, wanting to feel his weight crushing her down.

"Oh God, Elliot!" she gasped. "Take me, darling! Take me!"