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Brianna 2/4
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Later that evening, a boot nudged Brianna awake. "Get dressed." the guard
growled. "Lord Jeffries and his guests are expecting you." Brianna grimaced
with pain as her movements caused her new wounds to tear and bleed. She sat
up and looked at the clothing the guard had brought her. "Are you crazy?"
she asked incredulously as she looked at the filmy material. "I will not
appear in this!" The guard looked at her warningly, and flicked his whip at
her. "Now!" he thundered. Brianna trembled and quickly dressed in the
transparent clothing. The rose coloring of it contrasted nicely with her
milky white skin and her dark hair. She looked at her reflexion in the
cracked mirror in the cell, and blushed as she saw how much of her was
revealed. Her nipples were standing erectly as they were stimulated by the
fabric brushing against them. The curves of her waist and hips showed nicely,
as did her recently shaved pussy. Everything about her was revealed...covered
just enough to make anyone looking at her want more. She turned to the guard
with tear filled eyes, and looked at him pleadingly. "Please," she whispered.
He raised his whip again, and she flinched away from him, turning to leave the
cell, on her way to join Lord Jeffries and his friends.
She paused outside the library door as she heard the raucous laughter coming
from within. The men had already eaten, and were well on thier way to
finishing a bottle of brandy. A nudge with the whip encouraged her to open
the door and enter the room quietly. She kept her eyes downcast, unable to
meet the lustful gazes of the suddenly quiet men. "Come here, Brianna" Lord
Jeffries commanded. "Let me introduce you to my friends. Gentlemen, may I
present the lovely Lady Brianna McCraig, my most recent acquisition. I tried
to make the wench my wife, but she has refused most vehemently, so I have
decided to make her my plaything instead." He laughed uproariously, and
fondled Brianna's tits through the sheer fabric of her dress. "And do we get
to play with her as well, Jeff?" a voice inquired. Brianna lifted her eyes to
see who the silky voice belonged to, and saw a cruel looking man sitting by
the fireplace. He raised his glass in a silent toast to the girl, chuckling
as she quickly looked down again. "Of course, Stephens, of course!" Jeffries
replied. "I thought we would play cards tonight to see who will take her to
bed with him. It will be a special treat for whoever wins. The twit is still
a virgin." His words were met with whistles of appreciation, as the men
quickly took thier places at the card table, each anxious to be the winner for
the night. Brianna was handed from man to man during the course of the
evening, her tender body being subjected to fondling, caressing, pinching. At
one point the man called Stephens pulled her down in his lap as he played
cards, his hand pulling on her tits, playing with her nipples. She squirmed
in his lap, and he chuckled when he heard her gasp. "That's right, m'dear..."
he whispered. "Soon you will feel that hard rod filling your virgin
cunt....pounding away...and you will be screaming with the ecstacy of it."
She looked at him with horrified eyes, and stood, pulling away from him, his
laughter filling her ears.
Soon, too soon for Brianna's taste, the card game was over. And, just as he
had promised, Stephens had won the prize for the night. The other men laughed
as he held out his hand to claim Brianna, and she shrunk away from him.
"Doesn't look like she is too willing, Stephens!" one of them laughed. Lord
Jeffries looked at Brianna sternly. "Go to him, Brianna" he ordered. "And
please him well, or you will be punished even more severely than you were this
morning." He walked over to her, and ripped the gown from her, leaving her
naked in front of his friends. Turning her back to them, he showed them the
fresh scars. "If she gives you trouble, Stephens, just use your riding crop
on her. I think she really likes it, or else she would not keep doing things
that beg for punishment." He chuckled and shoved the mortified girl at
Stephens, who felt her up, and then tucked her under his arm, and headed for
the door. "Goodnight, gentlemen. Pleasant dreams" he chuckled as he carried
Brianna, squirming in his arms, up the stairs to his room.
Setting her down in the middle of his room, he walked slowly around Brianna,
his fingers tracing lightly over her wounds, and then moving back to her tits,
flicking them gently, causing them to harden and pucker under his touch. He
watched her tremble before him, his cock hardening as he felt her fear.
Walking over to the table in the corner of the room, he picked up his riding
crop and slapped it gently against the side of his boots. "So.." he began
quietly. "You like to be whipped, little Brianna?" She raised her eyes to
his, horrified. "NO.." she protested. "No, please.....please don't whip me."
He took her trembling hand and led her to the chair by the fireplace. "But I
love to hear your screams.." he explained. "Scream for me Brianna..." He sat
down in the chair and pulled her over his knee, fondling her firm ass. Then
he raised the crop high in the air, letting it fall hard on her butt,
listening with satisfaction as she screamed loudly from the burning pain. He
used his other hand to fondle her pussy, his fingers invading her, sliding in
and out of her wet hole. His cock twitched in anticipation as her screams
came one after another from the whipping. "That's it, baby" he whispered. "I
love your screams.....they sound so sexy" Finally, his arm grew tired and he
stopped whipping the sobbing girl. Her voice was hoarse from the continued
screams of pain. She lay across his lap, sobbing quietly as his fingers
continued to fuck her. Then he raised her up, and kissed her tear stained
cheeks gently and forced her to kneel on the floor in front of him. He
unbuttoned his pants and let his cock spring free. Brianna gasped in horror
at the size of it. "Take it in your mouth, darling" he commanded in a soft
voice. His eyes hardened with anger when he saw her shaking her head no in
silent protest. He reached for the riding crop again. "Brianna..." he said
warningly. She sobbed quietly and bent her head to take his cock in her
mouth. "Ahhhhh.....that's right....gently...move your head up and down,
baby...that's it.." he wrapped his fingers in her hair and forced her up and
down on his cock, ignoring the gagging sounds she was making. Suddenly, he
shot his cum into her mouth, sighing with pleasure, holding her head down, his
cock embedded deeply in her throat. He raised her head and kissed her gently.
"I think I might talk to Jeff about taking you home with me, sweets" he
chuckled. Reaching out, he grabbed her left breast and twisted her nipple
cruelly, smiling at her gasp of pain. "Let's get some sleep, love.....the
brandy I had has made me tired. I will fuck you when we wake up." He led the
silent girl to the big bed, and laid down upon it, instructing her to remove
his boots. She did so, and then crawled onto the bed beside him, hugging the
edge of the bed, laying on her stomach to avoid contact with her bruised back.
He fell asleep almost instantly, his snores filling the room.
Brianna lay there motionless for what seemed like hours, and then stole
quietly from the bed. Digging quietly through the wardrobe, she found a pair
of mens riding pants, and an oversized shirt. She quickly dressed, and
crossed the room, silently opened the door, and stepped out into the hallway.
She quickly descended the stairs, freezing when one of them creaked loudly.
When she was certain that no one had awakened, she crossed the entry hall, and
exited the house through the main entrance. Standing on the stairs that led
down to the ground, she breathed deeply of the fresh air. "Freedom.." she
exulted silently. Then she heard the restless sounds of the dogs moving about
their kennel, and she trembled. She quickly descended the stairs and headed
for the forest, the soft pine needles cushioning her bare feet. As soon as
she was sure that she couldn't be seen or heard anymore, she began to run.
She wasn't sure where she was going, just far away. She ran for hours, until
the sun began to rise in the east. Then she sought shelter beneath some
bushes growing under a tree. She fell into an exhausted sleep. She was
awakened at dusk by a noise. She sat up, disoriented, unable to believe she
had slept the entire day. What had awakened her?? She listened, and then
stood in horror. She began running again, crashing through the forest,
listening to the baying of the hounds in the distance coming gradually closer.
She ran blindlessly, sobs tearing at her as she realized that there was no way
she could outrun the dogs, and then suddenly she felt herself being scooped up
and carried at a run on horseback. She struggled, thinking it was one of her
captors who had grabbed her, but when she looked back, all she saw was a man
in a black mask, his almost purple eyes glinting back at her. "Going my way?"
he laughed. Brianna gazed up at him, and then all the shock of the past few
days caught up with her, and she fainted dead away, the strangers arms holding
her securely against him. He laughed again and goaded his horse on faster,
taking them further away from the howling dogs.
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