Penny thrashed in her bonds as he pressed the glass against her tight little rosette. “Okay, okay! Master!” she screamed, words slurring into each other in her panic. “Please don’t do that, please, I’ll do what you want, please!”
“I hear begging,” Rorke sang, “but no specifics!” He pushed harder, her little ring of muscle straining.
“Please fill my whore’s cunt with your cock, Master!” she shrieked. “Please! Please take my virgin pussy with your cock, Master, please!” The words tumbled out of her mouth and he took a step back, chuckling.
“Very good, pet,” he congratulated her, and there was a shuffle and a thunk as he returned his items to their place on the table behind her.
Penny sagged in her bonds, uncaring that her wrists were on fire from supporting her weight. All she cared about was that she’d saved her body from further wounding, and that she was finally going to get what she craved.
It hit her all at once that she was about to lose her maidenhead. To her gentle and kind employer, Duke Rorke Carteret. Only right now he wasn’t gentle or kind. He was terrifying and possessive and mean and she couldn’t get enough. She licked her lips as he circled her again, standing in front of her having gotten rid of his clothes.
Her eyes widened at his magnificent cock, standing at attention. It was easily bigger than that glass thing, and she swallowed hard at the sight of it. How was that going to fit inside of her?
He smirked and uncuffed her. She practically collapsed to her hands and knees, body quivering with need and aftershocks from the pain. He jerked the leash and she scrambled after him on all fours. He led her to a large wooden structure with all kinds of straps and loops attached to it.
“On your feet,” he instructed, and she shakily used the structure to stand. He stood behind her, and gently pushed on her back. “Bend over,” he said, and her heart pounded, breath catching in her throat as she bent over the hardwood.
He stretched her arms out ahead of her and strapped them on either side of the wood. It was on a slight decline, so that her ass was the highest point. Rorke ran his hands down her legs and then strapped her ankles against either side of the bottom, so she was standing on the floor but secured in his bent over position.
When his breath ghosted over the back of her thighs, Penny had never felt so exposed in her entire life. Imagining what she must look like, so lewd, made her clench, and she tried to squirm, but there was no wiggle room at all.
Rorke admired her pussy, on display for him, perfect little pink folds just waiting to be violated. He finished the rest of the straps—one around each thigh, one around her waist, and the last around that delectable slender throat.
“Master?” she asked, voice quivering with fear.
“Don’t worry, my little slave,” he purred, petting her hair gently. “Master is going to take care of you now.”
A sob escaped Penny’s throat and it was like music to his ears. This little virgin maid was crying for his cock. A cock which was ready to burst. He circled around behind her and drew a single finger up her slit, the pad brushing her clit.
She shrieked at the contact, never having been touched there before, and he moaned at how wet she was already.
“You’re so ready,” he cooed. “But I think you’ve been ready since you first saw me, haven’t you? Just waiting for me to drag you down to my dungeon and ravish you?” He stepped forward and rubbed the head of his dick up and down her slick folds.
She started whimpering, and couldn’t stop, head so muddled she didn’t know what to say or do.
“Let me teach you, little slave, what it really means to be my whore,” Rorke declared, and pushed forward. Penny keened, tensing and gasping as her little hole stretched around his thick rod. He met little resistance with how wet she was, but she was so tight it was difficult to force his way in. Slowly but surely, inch by agonizing inch, he buried himself all the way to the hilt.
When his thighs pressed against hers, Penny was frozen.
“Breathe,” Rorke demanded, and gave her ass a good hard smack to remind her.
She gasped and sputtered for air, taking in deep lungfuls as she struggled to relax her pelvic muscles. After what felt like forever and nothing all at once, she finally felt like she could relax around him, the pain subsiding into a need to move.
Rorke seemed to sense this, and grasped her waist with his large hands, slowly beginning shallow thrusts into her. The sensation of the ridges of his cock sliding against the inner walls of her pussy was too much, and she wailed with pleasure. She’d never felt anything like this and she couldn’t handle it. But she had to. Because she was trussed up and the Duke wasn’t stopping.
He sped up, pulling out further and further until he was pistoning in and out of her. She screamed until her voice was hoarse as he grunted and smacked at her, pounding her poor little hole that was helpless to resist his onslaught.
Penny felt something building inside of her, a pressure inside her belly, and she didn’t know what to do. She couldn’t do anything. Her sore breasts rubbed against the wood as the Duke slammed into her, and his rhythm of slapping her ass in time with his thrusts increased. Her muscles suddenly clamped down on him and she screeched, entire body tensing as an explosion racked her.
Wave after wave of pleasure washed through her body, and Rorke drew it out, gyrating with each ebb and flow. When she finally went limp in her bonds, he withdrew from her tight passage with a wet noise and she whimpered at suddenly not being so full. Her sensitive flesh quivered and she spasmed with an aftershock.
“Now, to continue our lessons,” Rorke said, and Penny tensed as he spread her ass cheeks wide.
“My lord,” she protested hoarsely.
“You continue to need correcting, slave,” he snapped, as he positioned his still hard and now fully lubricated cock as her even tighter entrance. “I did not give you permission to orgasm. For that, you shall be punished. And then, because you still forgot to call me Master...” He pushed against her and she screamed and wriggled but to no avail—he was taking her ass whether she liked it or not.
And like it she did; there were no mentions of pennies anywhere in her blubbering.
“Please, Master!” she begged, knuckles white.
“Relax your muscles, whore, what did you just learn?” Rorke demanded through gritted teeth. The grip of her dirty little ring was almost too much for him to bear, but he couldn’t back down now. He had to teach his slut a lesson.
She finally relaxed, and he took his time working his way in to about halfway before he started thrusting. It took longer for her to get used to his girth this way, tears streaming down her pretty face.
Penny loved it. She couldn’t deny it. She felt dirtier than she’d ever felt in her entire life, taking a man in such a place. It was unheard of, it was disgusting, degrading, and she loved it.
Soon he was able to thrust all the way in, and reached down to grasp her hair as a handhold as he pounded her ass, grunting all the while. Penny simply cried, letting a shriek or a moan slip every once in awhile, and when she wailed a second orgasm, Rorke came with her. He buried himself deep in her ass, cock pulsing as he cried out his own orgasm, spilling himself into the tiny little chambermaid.
He collapsed onto her back, knocking the wind out of her, and they stayed that way for quite some time. Finally, he turned and nibbled at her earlobe, eliciting a small moan and a twitch from his slave.
“Penny,” she whispered, and he immediately withdrew from her, unstrapping every shackle with practiced ease.
“Are you alright?” Rorke asked, worry knitted in his brow as he scooped her up into his arms, bridal style.
“Yes, very much so, I think,” Penny replied, her voice hoarse. “I’m just finished. I wasn’t sure if we were finished... but I’m... I’m finished.”
“Alright, love,” he replied, and kissed her gently on the temple. “You did very well.”
She sighed, unsure of how to respond. “I... if you s
et me down by my clothes, I feel I may need to wash myself before I continue with my duties.”
“Your duties?” Rorke raised an eyebrow, and shook his head. “No, love, you’re not going anywhere. And I’m not setting you down. I will wash you, and you’ll rest in my room for the day. I’ll take care of you, now.”
Tears sprung to Penny’s eyes. “I... you don’t have to...”
“Yes, I do,” he looked taken aback. “You think I would discipline you and fuck you and then kick you out to continue with your work day? That is not gentlemanly in the least.”
She chuckled despite her exhaustion. “Disciplining and fucking in the same sentence is gentlemanly?” she teased.
“You’re quite a woman, Penny Bradford.” He kissed her lips ever so softly.
She blushed. “And you are quite a man, Rorke Carteret.”
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The Maid Gets Used By The Duke
The New Maid Gets Trained By A Dominant Nobleman
By Virginia Vice
CHAPTER ONE
Usually, Lord Clifford would not bother to see his new staff on the day they arrived, but this new addition felt a lot more expensive because he was in an awkward financial position, and so, he decided he wanted to see her. He asked Mrs. Thornton to bring her to him just before she (Mrs. Thornton) left for the holidays. Mrs. Thornton responded that they young Maiden was on an errand and that if the Lord Duke were awake when she would be back, she (Mrs. Thornton) would bring the young housemaid to him.
“That is okay, too,” he told Mrs. Thornton who smiled at his response.
She pitied him. She understood his situation. He was a proud man who would never admit it, but he was on the verge of becoming an impoverished Noble.
“I will take my leave now, Your Grace. I have given you a detailed account of everything at home and expenses. I have also instructed the new Maid to clean your room and wake you up every day.” Mrs. Thornton said.
“Is she good at her job, Mrs. Thornton,” the Duke asked, sipping his tea.
“Yes, she is, Your Grace. I handpicked her myself.” Mrs. Thornton replied.
There was a little pause, and then, the Duke dropped his tea and smiled at Mrs. Thornton.
“Enjoy your holiday, Mrs. Thornton. You have earned it, and I hope you find a Mr. Thornton this holiday,” he said, smiling and teasing her.
Mrs. Thornton laughed heartily as she made to leave after acknowledging the Duke.
Later that evening, the young Maiden got back from the assignment she had been on. She remembered every instruction she had been given. She was anxious though. She had never met the Duke. She had heard he was a nice man. She had also heard he was an impoverished Noble, but looking around the castle, there was no sign he was impoverished. He was not using the gas fittings for his electricity but that could be a matter of taste, a desire to preserve old looks.
She was not sure how he would accept her. She hoped to please him. She was informed that his food was ready. It was almost time for her to wake him up. She went into her small cubicle (chambers) and tried to look her best, adjusting her gown as much as she could. She wanted to look presentable and smart before her employer.
She knocked slightly before entering the room when there was no response. She was about to go raise the curtains like she knew she should, but then, curiosity got the best of her. She did not want to wake him up just yet. She wanted to see him, stare at him, study him well enough before they got to meet officially. She walked softly, cautiously towards him, trying to take a good look at him before waking him up. Her heart beat faster with anxiety as she hoped he would not wake up to see her staring at him.
What she saw struck her speechless. He was handsome. He was very handsome. He was young too. He could not be more than thirty-two. He had a beautiful black beard that he was growing to be pointy. He seemed to be nude under the covering.
She swallowed as she took it all in, wondering what he looked like under the cover. Just then, his eyes came open. It took her by surprise, and his calmness as he lay there, staring at her was even more intimidating than the yell scolding she expected.
“Good day, My Lord...Your Grace,” she began to say and stammer.
He just stared at her for a while.
“Is it time for me to wake already?” he asked.
“Yes, Your Grace,” she said, standing back with her head bowed.
Lord Clifford slowly threw the cover off his body, and true to her thoughts, he was naked. He did not seem to care. He looked like a man who had much to think about and would not be bothered about decency. The Maid did not care either. She lifted her head as she watched his glorious nude form rise off the bed and stretch a bit. He stood off the bed and grabbed his tunic.
“What is your name, dear?” he asked her.
“Gwenn, Your Grace,” she said in a husky tone, her attraction carried all the way in her voice, and over to him.
“You should know what to do, Gwenn. Pull the curtains apart.”
“Yes, Your Grace,” she said.
“Do you know the dungeons below?” he asked her, smiling at her.
“Yes, Your Grace. I have been there,” she said.
“Well, tell me. What do you think about it?” he asked, his eyes brightening,
Gwenn had heard from the other servants that Lord Clifford loved his dungeon. He was not a cruel Lord, but he was obsessed with antiquity and the glory of his ancestors. She was not a fan of Dungeons. She grew up hearing tales of her great-grandfather and her grandfather who both died in dungeons at different points in time. She did not have any exactly hate them, but she definitely did not find anything exciting or glorious in a dungeon.
“It was excellent, Your Grace,” she said.
The smile that came on the Duke’s face showed satisfaction. She felt relief. She was hoping not to annoy him.
“It is beautiful, Your Grace,” she added, seeing how handsome the smile made him, and wanting to see more of glorious manly beauty.
“Yes, it is. Just like you are a beauty and a revelation,” Duke Clifford said as he came closer to her.
He stood so close, towering over her, his jaw looking down on her head. She looked up, breathing hard as the sexual frustration inside her began to boil. She stood face to face with a Duke whose chiseled body she had seen just a few minutes earlier. Her heart was beating as she looked through his sheer tunic at his marvelous body. Her chest rose and fell as she stood there, her breathing audible.
The Duke could tell what was happening. He had always had that effect on women. However, this was the first commoner he was having such a moment with. It was something that was frowned upon in every circle of the day. Yet, he realized he wanted it. He was not in love. He just felt a strong urge to grab her and kiss her deeply.
He wanted to lift her up, drop her on the bed and fuck her royally. He knew she would like that, and she would be honored. She had most likely never been with a man of Royalty before. Just then, an idea came up in his mind. It was a most depraved one. It was something he had wanted to do all along.
“She likes the dungeon, and I like the dungeon. Why not?” he thought.
He slowly, slightly lifted his hands and ever softly touched her lips, rubbing it. He pressed his head against her forehead as her breathing became more pronounced and louder. Her breath seemed to be speaking on its own and audibly so.
“You are beautiful, Gwenn,” he said.
“Thank you, Your Grace,” she said and swallowed as her lips went up instinctively to meet his own.
His hand went to the small of her back and grabbed her. She was glad he held her, and she was shocked at the same time. She had never been with royal blood before. She wanted to jump on him and have sex with him, but she was shy and scared of the consequences. She did not expect him to grab her, but she was glad he did, and she could understand why he was so willing to do that. He had too many troubles and they weighed him down. It was okay if s
he was going to be his distraction.
“Have you ever been with a man like me before?” Duke Clifford asked her in a voice as soft as a whisper as he kissed her lips softly and repeatedly.
“No!” Gwenn responded in a shaky voice as her quaking arms weakly held the Duke’s neck for support as her knees threatened to betray her even further than her breathing.
The Duke’s lips began to move down her lips and on to her neck. Her breathing became more difficult as currents passed through her body and gathered between her legs. She whimpered when his hand came up to cup her right breast over her uniform.
“There are no men like you where I come from,” she said to him, the passion ripping her personality away from her body as she gave in to the weakness that came with sexual tension.
“Good! Good! I will fuck you like you have never been fucked,” he said to her.
The words shocked her, and she opened her eyes even as she clutched him tighter to her body. His hands went down to cup her ass. She had never heard royalty speak so vulgarly.
“Would you like that?” the Duke asked her.
She could not speak. She tried to find her voice, but it was a battle, and when she eventually won, she said, “Yes, please fuck me. Please!”
Her own words sounded strange to her ears. They were definitely not from her even though they were in total agreement with what she really wanted.
Just then, the Duke pulled back, leaving her standing with space between them.
She was surprised and did not know how to act. She feared that she might have messed up already. However, she was reassured by the smile he had on his face, and she wondered what his plan was.
“Go to the dungeon and take off your clothes. I will meet you there,” he ordered.
CHAPTER TWO
Gwenn went down to the dungeon, not sure what to expect. She had been told that the Duke loved his dungeon because he loved his family history but did that include having sex in the dungeon?
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