Mentally Clara licked her lips and remembered her thoughts at the Torture Garden; there was nothing an island woman wouldn’t do if there was cock in the offing.
George Presteign approached his wife and put out a hand to blatantly cup her breast as he kissed her.
“I’ll need our guests tonight,” he whispered. “There have been some real beauties to brand today!”
“George! Really,” Anne scolded fondly. “Have some manners!”
“To hell with manners, girl! I’ll have the doxies instead!” he roared with laughter and turned to the guests. “Isabelle! Good to see you! Archie keeping you well beaten and that cunny of yours nice and tight?”
“The answer to the first is ‘yes’. The answer to the second you will doubtless discover for yourself later on,” Isabelle said throatily.
George didn’t reply except to reach out and grip her breast as well. For a moment, Clara saw their eyes lock and a sort of challenge seemed to pass between them. But then George was moving towards her.
“And this is the lovely Clara, is it, by Jove?”
He gripped her chin between thumb and forefinger and Clara could feel his steely strength in his fingers.
He pushed her back a little, into the light from the doorway.
“By God, she is a beauty isn’t she?” he murmured. “Archie told me you’d ridden a double up here, girl.”
Clara nodded.
“Then show me .”
There was no mistaking his meaning and for the umpteenth time that day she began to gather her skirts up. It was all very flattering but why oh why would nothing else do for men but that they must fiddle with their women all the time? s he wondered as George squatted down in front of her.
“A fine pair of legs, naturally well sinewed and a good shape to boot,” he murmured almost to himself as she gathered armfuls of rustling petticoats up and parted her legs. “They’ve felt the whip alright…….” Clara felt his hard fingers trace the lingering m arks of her various recent floggings and shivered as they neared her cunt.
“Ah! Yes, Adam’s orders fully carried out. That is one very sore little cunny, I’ll be bound!”
In spite of his words he had absolutely no compunction about sticking two of his thick, calloused fingers straight up into it. Clara gasped and wi nced at the abrupt penetration but was immediately aware that he had had no problem in getting into her. He stood up and put his face close to hers.
“Sore but still eager. That’s good.”
She leaned back against the door jamb while he sampled her cunt some more before being disturbed by the two black men dragging the next new slave in through the door on the other side of the shed. Each man had hold of an arm but she was screaming in some strange language and putting up quite a fight.
George grinned at them as he withdrew his fingers and wiped them on his breeches.
“Work calls, girls! Anne, take them for a spin as we planned and I’ll see you at the house later. You’ll oblige me by wearing the black and gold for dinner. ” He turned and plunged back into the dim interior.
“We thought it might be pleasant to take a turn around the estate on such a fine afternoon. And a carriage will be a welcome relief for you both!” Anne said with a smile as they left the shed and heard another shriek behind them. “Come this way.”
She led them a little further from the house and they found the mselves in another yard, s tanding in the middle of which were three Surreys, lightweight, two wheeled traps and between each carriage’s shafts stood a human pony.
Clara stop ped and stared in disbelief. Eve n after her months on the island, nothing could have prepared her for the sight of naked slavegirls in full pony harness.
They stood patiently in the sun, their wrists shackled to the shafts of their carriages. One was pure black, her skin oiled and shining in the bright sun, the other two looked as though they might be Hispanic/Indian half breeds. As she watched one champed softly
George Presteign approached his wife and put out a hand to blatantly cup her breast as he kissed her.
“I’ll need our guests tonight,” he whispered. “There have been some real beauties to brand today!”
“George! Really,” Anne scolded fondly. “Have some manners!”
“To hell with manners, girl! I’ll have the doxies instead!” he roared with laughter and turned to the guests. “Isabelle! Good to see you! Archie keeping you well beaten and that cunny of yours nice and tight?”
“The answer to the first is ‘yes’. The answer to the second you will doubtless discover for yourself later on,” Isabelle said throatily.
George didn’t reply except to reach out and grip her breast as well. For a moment, Clara saw their eyes lock and a sort of challenge seemed to pass between them. But then George was moving towards her.
“And this is the lovely Clara, is it, by Jove?”
He gripped her chin between thumb and forefinger and Clara could feel his steely strength in his fingers.
He pushed her back a little, into the light from the doorway.
“By God, she is a beauty isn’t she?” he murmured. “Archie told me you’d ridden a double up here, girl.”
Clara nodded.
“Then show me .”
There was no mistaking his meaning and for the umpteenth time that day she began to gather her skirts up. It was all very flattering but why oh why would nothing else do for men but that they must fiddle with their women all the time? s he wondered as George squatted down in front of her.
“A fine pair of legs, naturally well sinewed and a good shape to boot,” he murmured almost to himself as she gathered armfuls of rustling petticoats up and parted her legs. “They’ve felt the whip alright…….” Clara felt his hard fingers trace the lingering m arks of her various recent floggings and shivered as they neared her cunt.
“Ah! Yes, Adam’s orders fully carried out. That is one very sore little cunny, I’ll be bound!”
In spite of his words he had absolutely no compunction about sticking two of his thick, calloused fingers straight up into it. Clara gasped and wi nced at the abrupt penetration but was immediately aware that he had had no problem in getting into her. He stood up and put his face close to hers.
“Sore but still eager. That’s good.”
She leaned back against the door jamb while he sampled her cunt some more before being disturbed by the two black men dragging the next new slave in through the door on the other side of the shed. Each man had hold of an arm but she was screaming in some strange language and putting up quite a fight.
George grinned at them as he withdrew his fingers and wiped them on his breeches.
“Work calls, girls! Anne, take them for a spin as we planned and I’ll see you at the house later. You’ll oblige me by wearing the black and gold for dinner. ” He turned and plunged back into the dim interior.
“We thought it might be pleasant to take a turn around the estate on such a fine afternoon. And a carriage will be a welcome relief for you both!” Anne said with a smile as they left the shed and heard another shriek behind them. “Come this way.”
She led them a little further from the house and they found the mselves in another yard, s tanding in the middle of which were three Surreys, lightweight, two wheeled traps and between each carriage’s shafts stood a human pony.
Clara stop ped and stared in disbelief. Eve n after her months on the island, nothing could have prepared her for the sight of naked slavegirls in full pony harness.
They stood patiently in the sun, their wrists shackled to the shafts of their carriages. One was pure black, her skin oiled and shining in the bright sun, the other two looked as though they might be Hispanic/Indian half breeds. As she watched one champed softly
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