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Brianna 1/4
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Brianna choked back a sob and shuddered angrily at herself as the whip
caressed her inner thighs. "I won't..." she said over and over in her brain.
"I won't give in..." She heard a sudden inhuman scream and as the fog
enveloped her, she realized that it had come from her.....
She awakened in a pool of wetness....and soft gentle words..."Brianna...wake
up, Brianna...they will be coming for you soon, and I don't wish to be whipped
when they find that I was unable to awaken you!" She groaned softly as the
pain and fear came back to her, and she looked up into the gentle brown eyes
of her best friend Georgia. "I'm sorry", she whispered, trying to hide the
pain in her eyes. "I won't let them whip you, George...help me up...I must
make myself ready for......'m'lord'.." she grimaced with disgust as she spit
out the words. Georgia helped her from the pallet where the guards had thrown
her, several hours before, and then both girls froze as they heard the
unmistakeable pounding of the masters boots coming down the hall. Georgia
hugged Brianna lightly, trying to ignore her wince of pain, and they stood to
meet thier tormentor.
Brianna fiddled with her hair nervously as she watched Lord Jeffries enter the
cell. "M'lord", both girls uttered in unison, and curtsied low to the monster
that entered the room. His eyes glowed with pleasure as he thought evil
thoughts about the one called Brianna...taking in her naked form, as she
sought to maintain dignity, curtsying as though she were fully clothed.
"M'lady Brianna..." he scolded in a seemingly soothing voice. "My guards tell
me you were exceedingly willful today...that you would not agree to come to
me, as is your duty."
She shivered at the implied threat in his voice as she replied. "Nay,
m'lord...I will never do as they ask. You shall never lay a hand on me, and
think that I give myself willingly! " She closed her eyes as she spoke, and
waited for his wrath to explode, listening to Georgia's quick intake of breath
as she realized what her friend had said.
With her eyes tightly closed, and her body tensed, she still jumped when she
felt the hands of the guards grab her, and haul her out of the cell....she
trembled as she thought about the punishment that awaited her for her
disobedience, but the thought of the odious Lord Jeffries touching her, made
her shiver even more. She took a small comfort in the fact that if the evil
man was lusting after her, at least he would leave innocent Georgia alone.
As she was led into the by now familiar room in the dungeon, she bit her lip
as she was led on through to a different corner. Here, she saw a strange
contraption, that she could not figure out the use of, until she was strapped
to it...her arms held up and out from her body, her legs spread far apart, and
a tight restraint about her waist. She was appalled when she realized that
her tight firm breasts were supported and fully exposed to the room. She
lowered her eyes in shame and steeled her mind to fight any assaults upon her.
As she concentrated upon her self control, she heard a murmur from the guards,
and looking up, almost lost the slight control she had. Entering the room was
a man...with a mask upon his face, and a slight covering upon his loins, and
nothing else.... She shuddered with aversion as she saw the fat ripple
across his skin, and saw the evil smile coming from beneath the mask. She
began concentrating again...."I will not give in....he will never win me..."
she repeated over and over again in her mind....as she prayed for some miracle
to happen...some long lost unknown family member to save her from her fate..
She sensed, rather than saw the man approach her....gasping as she felt his
hands run possessively over her body. "STOP!" she commanded, forgetting that
she was helplessly bound...and then felt a sickening jolt deep within her
body as she heard him laugh evilly. "I won't stop, sweet Brianna, until you
are mine...and our lands are legally bound" she heard him whisper in her ear.
She whimpered quietly as his hands continued thier exploration of her virgin
body. "Do you think I should take you tonight? 'm'lady'? " she heard the
voice inquire sarcastically. "Do you think your people would be more willing
to follow me if they saw your virgin blood upon our wedding sheets?"
She stiffened at his words. "My people will NEVER follow you!" she spit at
him... "They will know that I was forced...they will kill you...they will have
your balls hung above my doorway as a trophy when you are dead!!" She sensed
his hand coming down to meet her face, but was unable to duck, and cursed him
and herself as she felt the tears starting to flow down her cheeks from the
pain caused by his blow.
She endured his torments throughout the night....his constant attempts at
making him hers failing miserably. Finally, when he realized that she would
not respond to his strategically placed caresses, he turned once again to
violence, and when she was finally returned to her cell...and to Georgia's
caring touch, she was covered with bleeding welts from his whip, and bruises
from his not-so-gentle hands. Her only solace was that he had not used her
sexually, as of yet.
She lay moaning, quietly on her mat, as Georgia tended to her wounds.... "I
must get away, George..." she whispered. "I must...or else...he will kill
me...and then who will tend to my people??" She tossed and turned, ignoring
the caring hands upon her, trying to think of a way to escape...silently
cursing her father and brothers for dying and leaving her this mess when they
knew how hard it was for a woman to control land in thier country.
The next morning, Brianna awoke with a quiet moan, rolling over and grimacing
at the pain racing through her body. She was not allowed to linger on her mat
for long, though, for the guards soon came and took her back to the chamber
where she had been held the previous evening. Once again she was strapped to
the contraption, unable to move, and once again the lord of the manor came in
to torment her. This time, however, he allowed his guards to do the
caressing, as he stood back and watched, stroking himself as he watched them
run thier hands over her lithe body. Silent tears of shame ran down her face
as she felt thier hands on her, bringing her nipples to taut peaks, stroking
her between her legs, feeling the moistness gathering there. "I think she
likes, it m'lord" one of the guards chuckled as he slowly inserted a finger
into her virgin hole. "She's getting wetter by the second!" Brianna gasped
at the invasion of his finger and writhed in her bonds trying to escape. The
sight of the lovely young girl being abused by the guards pleased the lord,
and he stroked his cock faster, sighing with pleasure as he came under his own
hand. He cleaned his cum off with his fingers and then walked to Brianna, and
smeared it on her breasts, smiling as she retched with disgust. Then he
reached down between her legs, gathering the juices forming there and mixed
them with the ones on her tits. Smiling up at her, he then lowered his head
and proceeded to lick the mingled juices off with his fat, wet, tongue,
nipping and biting her nipples as he worked. When he was finished, he
whispered in her ear "There...now wasn't that nice?" She turned her head
and spit in his face. "You are disgusting! " she screamed at him. "I hate
you..I hate your touch....I hate..." her words were cut off in a gasp as his
hand slapped her face. "You will be punished for that..." he growled. "I
have decided that I will not marry you after all. I will make you my servent,
and you will pleasure my male guests....starting tonight! Whip her until she
bleeds" he told the guards, "and then wash the blood off with salt water so
the wounds won't get infected. And then, take her friend Georgia to the
town, and have her sold. She won't be needed anymore." He stalked angrily
from the room, listening with pleasure as Brianna's screams of protest and
pain filled the air behind him.
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