The Hesitant Bride

by Cecelie Hart

  Hands lifted her hips, raising her bottom up... and a huge stone cock entered her roughly, plunging into the heart of her womanhood. The hard ridges carved along its shaft caressed and massaged her cunt as it drove deep. Emma groaned, her breath driven from her. She convulsed, her pussy closing around the intruder... her arse clenching in sympathy.

  Fire swept along the sensitive skin along her violated arsehole. Emma sucked in a sharp, trembling breath as the burning pain swept through her rectum and raced across her quivering bottom. She'd known what to expect... but this root was so large, so juicy. There was madness in her stretched, sore sphincter. It convulsed and pushed, bearing down on the gargantuan hunk of ginger. She knew better... but she could not control her instinctual, animal response. She howled and sweated as essence of ginger was smeared over every inch of her fiery anal cavity.

  Emma writhed in desperation. She wanted to run, to jump, to gallop... anything that could provide release. She was used to the sensations... but that only meant her body was conditioned to expect her husband's attention. Her nipples ached, rock hard and pointy. Her bottom wiggled as she bucked and shuddered. Her arsehole clenched and squeezed, wringing the root dry. Perspiration poured from her brow. The steamy heat was everywhere, suffusing through her trembling body. Her loins were on fire, her cunt milking the stone cock with futile, primal need. Urgent moans and gasps fell from her lips. She groaned and whinnied like a mare in heat, ridden by a choice stallion. Terrible joy was building inside her... threatening to rampage along her cunt and arse... ecstasy unleashed...

  Her teeth chattered as she gritted them and fought down her orgasm. Her full bottom bounced as Madame Silk slammed her stone strap-on into her cunt again and again and again. She whimpered as her head was pulled back by her hair. Her back arched as she was fucked like a ha'penny whore.

  "Your sister will be next," Madame Silk whispered in her ear.

  Emma moaned as her quivering arse clenched again and a fresh burst of heat gushed into her bowels. What? The stone dildo kept pounding and pounding into her cunt.

  "You have played a good game," the whore hissed so quietly only Emma could hear. "I wonder if little Anne will be as much fun."

  "I shall let you watch," Madame Silk breathed. "You can have the best seat in the house to watch her wriggle on my hook. I can make it last... draw it out. I can make her scream every way a young girl can. Would you like to watch?"

  Emma groaned in shock. Only by biting her cheek did she stop herself from cumming. Images flashed through her mind... images Emma had glimpsed through holes in a secret passage while Ada's hands so gently teased her rosebud. She saw her sister writhing as Edmund tortured her with ice and fire... She remembered the need and lust in Anne's voice as she begged for more. She remembered her shame at the dark thrill that had rushed through her body as she watched the depravity... her excitement as her husband had torn away her sister's innocence.

  "No," she gasped.

  "Liar," Madame Silk purred. "I saw it in your eyes. Edmund has already taken her, has he not? And you loved it... It thrills you when he plays with his maids... but your little sister was so much better."

  Emma shuddered, her arse clenching on the ginger chimera in her bowels. Tears ran down her cheeks. It was true... the looks of pain and ecstasy in the maids' eyes were irresistible. The dark pleasure she had taken when spanking and figging her handmaid had been as intoxicating as fine wine... so too had been the girl's cries as she was defiled in Edmund's pillory. But Anne... that had been vintage champagne... Her sister's expression as Edmund's ginger set her arse on fire.... Anne's blush as the maid's tongue teased her womanhood... Those were carved into Emma's memories, moments both cherished and bathed in shame.

  "Edmund is an amateur," Madame Silk crooned. "You know that now... imagine what I might do to your trollop of a sister... If you wish. I shall even let you help."

  A spark ignited deep inside her plundered cunt. Emma groaned as she felt the familiar convulsions begin. Her flesh was rippling under the pressure and soon, inexorably, her joy would gush free... She fought desperately, striving to find a thought that could stem the flood... hold back the tide...

  But all she could see was Anne wriggling and writhing... Anne gasping in ecstasy as Edmund sodomized her... Why had he done that? Why had he shown her? He had given Madame Silk the weapon she needed. An orgasm was about to crash down on her with the full force of the incoming tide... and all Emma could see was Anne's pretty bottom squirming as her husband's cock impaled its heart...

  Her husband's cock! Her husband's rules! She focused her mind on his cock... the one thing she'd been trained she couldn't cum without.

  And she'd really never found it that appealing, or interesting for that matter. It really wasn't to her tastes, at all. It was just so... male. Emma built an image of it in her mind—she knew every contour and inch, intimately and with every part of her body. She could picture it exactly without effort. It was quite ugly, really...

  She grunted... not in effort, strain or pleasure, but in recognition. This was why he'd chosen a wife like her. He might have trained her like a beast. He might have made himself the core of her sexual identity... but that core was the one part she really didn't care about...

  Her orgasm fell away. Suddenly, she was just a woman on her knees with a rather uncomfortable stone dildo in her cunt and a ginger abomination in her arse. The pleasure was still there, lapping at her consciousness. But now it was so easy to ignore...

  Emma glanced back over her shoulder. "Could you fuck me a little harder, please?" she asked politely. "The sand is almost all gone."

  Madame Silk stared at her in shock. Her eyes flicked to the hourglass... her mouth fell open.

  "Your mother too," she gasped desperately. "I shall put her on my hook...

  Emma laughed. "Mama would never consent to that," she replied dryly. "Not even to save her daughters' souls."

  There was a sound from the shadowed audience. Countless men were getting to their feet, ready to take an unexpected prize. Madame Silk pulled out and stood, scrambling for her table. She picked up one prop after another, frantically looking for something to use in a final, last-ditch effort.

  "Time is up!" A loud voice thundered as the final grain of sand spiraled through the glass neck and fell... Eyes flashing, Edmund leapt up on the stage. "It is over, Madame! You have lost!"

  "No!" Madame Silk screeched, turning on him. "You cheated! Somehow you cheated. How did you do it? Did you cut her somehow..."

  "Stop!" Edmund cried, kneeling behind his exhausted wife. He tugged the ginger monstrosity from Emma's bottom and tossed it aside. "There has been no malfeasance. You have just failed!"

  "Prove it!" Madame Silk hissed.

  And he did. Emma gasped as her husband tugged down his breeches and gently sodomized her for all the world to see. She moaned as she released the pent up pleasure... letting it flow and gush from her. Her cries of ecstasy and victory echoed around the theater...

  Madame Silk's face was stone. Her eyes were dark and dead and angry. But the rules of the game were clear... and great men of depraved tastes were watching and calculating. They trusted her with their secrets, so she was nothing without her word.

  She spread her arms out wide and closed her eyes. "It's your lucky day, boys!" she cried out to the world.

  As the stampede began, Emma's husband scooped her up in her arms and carried gently from the stage. She didn't look back... she had no desire to see what happened next.

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  Emma started awake at the polite knock at the door to her chambers. The room was dark, no hint of light crept through the curtained window.

  "Come in," she called out, sitting herself up. In days past, such a thing would have no doubt indicated some new depravity was about to commence.

  "Edmund?" she murmured as the door opened and her husband slipped in. His carriage must have arrived while she was sleeping. He looked weary and drawn, yet relaxed... somehow both older and yo
unger. A great tension had been freed in him, but he'd lost some of the purpose that had animated his life.

  "I have returned," he said softly, unnecessarily, stepping further inside.

  "Did you bring her?" Emma asked. "Your daughter."

  "I did," he replied solemnly. "Madeline is with her mother now. They need some time alone... and I fear they have little left."

  He looked lost and confused. Happiness that he finally had his child back warred with his grief over what was to soon come. Emma's lips curled up in a smile. Had he come to her for companionship and comfort? That was a first.

  She patted the mattress beside her. "Would you like to sleep here tonight?" Emma asked softly.

  She saw him start in surprise. They had never before shared a bed for any purpose other than sex. A strange smile spread across his face and he nodded.

  "What will become of the girl?" she asked quietly as Edmund removed his clothes and slipped in beside her. She saw him blink as she cuddled up to him and put her head on his chest. But he put his arm around her. That actually felt nice.

  "I shall raise her and educate her as best I can," he said quietly. "She is not true born and only the Lord himself knows what that woman has taught her... When she is grown, it will be up to her. If she wants a husband, I shall make the best match I can. If not, I shall find her a position as best fits her talents..."

  Emma smiled. She suspected he'd not thought that much about what happened next... "And what will become of me?" she asked.

  Edmund hesitated a long time before answering. She felt his chest rise and fall a dozen times before he spoke. "I owe you a debt that I can never repay," he whispered. "I you wish to leave, I shall not stand in your way... I shall assist you wholeheartedly in whatever endeavor you wish to pursue." He paused. "But George..."

  He didn't finish. He didn't need to. Emma was free... but her son, Edmund's heir would stay. Which, of course, meant she wasn't truly free at all... Not that she'd ever considered leaving...

  "The rules?" she breathed.

  "Gone. Ended," he whispered. "The rules are no more."

  Emma smiled to herself. She reached up and put a finger to her husband's lips. "Do not be so hasty," she purred. "All they need is a few small changes."

  Her grin became feral as his eyes widened in the gloom. They would no longer apply to her, of course. That went without saying... but Madame Silk had given Emma all sorts of ideas for fun games she could play with his maids...

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  Epilogue

  Several Years Later

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  Lady Emma pulled her fingers away from the maid's straining lips just in time to avoid the extending tongue. She chuckled and dangled her hand in front of the girl's face, ever so slightly out of reach.

  The maid twitched. A low whimper fell from her slack jaw as her release was denied to her yet again. Her glazed, tear-stained eyes peered up at her mistress, pleading for mercy. It was tempting... the girl had done very well... But not quite well enough. Not yet. Emma pulled her hand back. No reward, not yet.

  The naked maid shivered. Her hands, bound at the wrists behind her back, wriggled and strained. Her more than ample bosom squished flat against the hard wood of the table as she fell forward. Her spine arched, drawing the cord that ran from the collar around her neck to the hook in her arse a little bit tighter. Her legs wobbled. Her bottom flinched and squirmed.

  Kneeling behind the maid, Madeline pulled back to give Emma a grin. The young woman's mouth was glistening and wet from the servant's gushing quim. She approved... she never liked it when Emma permitted them to cum too quickly. There was far too much of her grandmother in her for that.

  "Well," Emma purred. "Can you break her or not?"

  Madeline smiled and licked her sharp white teeth. Her eyes glittered at the challenge. She lowered her head and resumed devouring the young maid's cunt.

  Emma let out a soft sigh. Madeline had grown into a truly, beautiful woman. Now she had come of age, there were times she looked so much like her mother that it hurt. Some days Emma thought Ada had come back to haunt her... But the young woman was fiercer and more impetuous. Ada had been graceful in everything she did. Madeline bristled with wild, youthful enthusiasm.

  But it was a pleasure to watch her work. She'd blossomed into a very talented individual. Edmund had given her the best possible education. She was qualified for far more occupations than most daughters of great lords—even the legitimate ones. But she had a true gift for training the maids to Emma exacting specifications. In truth, Emma sometimes suspected she would have been just fine even if they hadn't saved her from the depravity of House of Silk. No doubt she would have one day excelled as its mistress. Of course, that den of iniquity was no more. When she'd been forced by her own rules to submit to the crowd, Madame Silk's mystique had vanished and with it her clientele. Where that foul woman was now, Emma neither knew nor cared.

  The maid's eyes widened. She let out a little gasp. Emma lifted an eyebrow. Really? She'd thought the girl well-trained, conditioned to resist orgasm without contact with her mistress. But the maid was beginning to buck and thrash, despair mixing with ecstasy in her soft brown eyes...

  Emma nodded as the maid surrendered and wailed in sordid pleasure. Impressive. She gave Madeline an approving smile. The young woman had a very talented tongue.

  "Well done," Emma purred as Madeline sat back and licked her sticky lips. "You must tell me what you did."

  The young woman replied with only a wicked, feral grin. Just like her mother, she did like to keep her secrets...

  Emma chuckled. "Very well... but you shall have to demonstrate later." She'd very much look forward to that.

  Madeline stood, her eyes glittering. "May I?" she asked eagerly, gesturing to the panting maid.

  Emma nodded. "Of course, my dear. The girl has broken the rules. There must be a penalty."

  The quivering maid raised her head, alarm in her eyes. Emma gazed down at her with sympathy and no little bit of jealousy. The pillory in the cellars beckoned. The girl had a long and delightfully depraved evening ahead of her. It had been so many years... but sometimes Emma still dreamed of her own sessions...

  "Will you or his lordship be joining me?" Madeline asked coyly.

  Emma smiled. The young woman was always so careful not to call him father in front of the servants. She glanced down at Madeline's left hand. The modest ring glittered in the light. Emma knew what she really wanted...

  "No..." she purred. "But you may invite James to join you if you wish..."

  "Thank you, milady," Madeline gushed.

  Emma waved a hand, dismissing her. Madeline skipped off to arrange for the maid to carried down to her engagement in the pillory.

  Ahh... young love! James was the handsome, well-educated young man who attended to the business interests of the estate. They were an excellent match... bright and beautiful, with many interests in common.

  Emma brushed the sweat from the trembling maid's forehead. This one would learn that soon enough. She tutted. She'd really thought the girl was fully trained. They would have to redouble their efforts. She to be a present for George on his eighteenth birthday. Emma suspected her eldest son would very much enjoy trying to overcome her conditioning. He was stubborn and competitive... and Emma was sure her future daughter in-law would benefit greatly from his efforts.

  She turned, a smile playing on her lips. Perhaps she'd go find Edmund. No doubt he was up playing with their younger children. He did rather dote on them and spoil them terribly. She supposed that losing Madeline for so many years made every minute seem precious.

  He'd proven a most agreeable husband and partner. Freed from the pressures of fulfilling his vow to Ada, he had relaxed considerably. The passing of the love of his life had saddened him deeply, but Ada had died content. Edmund had never quite recovered his full dark energy, but the wicked gleam in his eye had returned, as had his varied, depraved tastes... enough to keep things interesting any
way. His gratitude had allowed Emma freedoms that few other ladies could match. She had never regretted for one moment staying and not only because they'd had several wonderful children together.

  She nodded to herself. Madeline's enthusiasm was contagious. She'd go to Edmund tonight. Perhaps he'd be in the mood to constrain her and sodomize her with a ginger root. She still loved it when he did that...

  Madeline breezed back into the room, leading a couple more maids who dutifully picked up the poor bound girl. Emma gave the young woman another smile as she left. She hoped that if Ada was looking down that she'd be proud of who Madeline had grown into. Her daughter had a chance at a good life, with a good husband, the possibility of a family... all without surrendering any of who she truly was.

  Emma sighed sadly. She'd look for Edmund later... but first she'd place a flower on the Ada's grave. A simple daisy perhaps. The housekeeper had always loved those. Edmund went daily, but it had been too long since she'd visited herself. She needed to tell Ada that she missed her dearly... and that it had all been worth it. Her dying wish had been granted. Her daughter was free and had the life the housekeeper had wanted for her...

  But Emma wanted to tell her thank you too. Her training for the ordeal in House of Silk might have marked and changed her... it might have ravaged her body and soul. But it had given her everything she had now: a happy marriage, a beautiful family, a coterie of maids to tend to her every depraved desire... Her life might not be conventional, but it was certainly fulfilling...

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  ♠ END ♠

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  Also by Cecelie Hart

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