Parlor Games by Leda Swann

shook her head. Her only thought was how to escape from this nightmare.
    Sir Richard gave her a vicious blow with the back of his hand. “That will teach you to disobey me. On your knees.”
    Whimpering from shock and from the pain of the blow, Sarah sank to her knees.
    Sir Richard poked his cock roughly into her unwilling mouth until she gagged on it.
    “Damn you, girl, you’re enough to ruin any man’s ardor,” he grumbled. “Come on, you,” he said, gesturing at Suzanna. “Come and show the little whore how it’s done properly.”
    Suzanna dropped willingly to her knees and took his cock deep in her mouth, sucking on it with gusto. “You taste good,” she purred when she finally came up for air, throwing a malicious glance at Sarah.
    He took his cock out of Suzanna’s mouth and thrust it back at Sarah. “Your turn now, girl.”
    Sarah gagged uncontrollably again as his cock touched her lips and turned her head away. Having his hairy member thrusting down her throat was too disgusting to bear. The risk of another beating was nothing in comparison.
    He gave up with a noise of disgust and pulled her to her feet. “Damn you for a sullen whore. I will have to teach you better manners.”
    “She needs correcting,” Suzanna suggested, still kneeling at his feet. “A good whipping would soon sort her out.”
    He dragged Sarah over to the bed and pushed her down on her back. “I will whip her later.” With one hand he held her down while with the other he tore away her petticoats.
    She would not let him rape her. She would not. Clawing and biting at him with all her might, she tried to wriggle away from his grasp.
    Sir Richard was panting with the effort of holding her. “Come hold the little whore down,” he growled at Suzanna.
    “Yes, Sir Richard,” Suzanna said meekly. She sat at the head of the bed and grabbed Sarah’s flailing arms, pinning them to the bed.
    Her grip was strong for such a thin, fragile-looking woman. Try as she might, Sarah could not break free.
    Sir Richard forced her legs apart with his fat fingers. His thick cock was grasped so tightly in his hand that the purple head bulged threateningly.
    Despite her last desperate struggles, she could not get free. Sir Richard would rape her. There would be no escape.
    Her stomach heaved and the room began to spin around her. As if from far away, she heard herself scream—an animal scream of pure terror.

 
6
     
    Tom watched avidly as Sarah scurried out of the room with a couple of the other girls. Damn Mrs. Erskine for choosing this game on the last night he could claim Sarah’s company.
    There had not even been time to cheat and ask Sarah where she would hide so he could be sure of finding her first—she had been hustled away from his side too quickly for that.
    He searched desperately around the room for a friendly face, finally spying Sarah’s friend in a corner. He strode over to her. “Polly, where will she hide?”
    Polly gave a little smile and shrugged helplessly as her companion glowered in an unfriendly way at Tom. “All our rooms are at the top of the stairs. She will be in one of them, I’m sure—probably in her own.”
    “How will I know which room is hers?”
    “It’s blue. Blue curtains and bedcoverings. You can’t mistake it.”
    Tom gave her a nod of thanks and strode over to the door, positioning himself to be one of the first up the stairs.
    Mrs. Erskine found him there and drew him aside with a hand on his sleeve just as the call went up to start the hunt.
    “What do you want?” he barked at her, itching to be on his way toward his Sarah.
    “Come, Mr. Wilde, there is no need to be so hasty,” she admonished him. “The night is still young.”
    “I only have Sarah to myself for one more night,” he growled at her. “You’re robbing me even of that.”
    “That is exactly what I wanted to talk to you about,” she said. “Come, take a seat.”
    “Can it not wait?”
    “No, I’m afraid not.” She seated