Extract One:
He nodded slowly. "My mistress must willingly bear the rod and the lash and all
other forms of punishment, nay torture, save those that would leave a lasting wound or
injury. She must do so without a great outcry or the need to be bound or chained. And
finally she must be able to cheerfully entertain me in bed in spite of having just
suffering such inflictions."
Like any child, I had suffered the corrections of my parents when I was disobedient or
wilful, so I was not ignorant of the feel of the rod, but again I had the thought that he
would not be satisfied with laying the rod on my back or my fundament. I put this to him
as a question.
He said, "Indeed, I would spare no parts of your body save those that are visible
when you are fully clothed."
I smiled wryly and said, "But there are perhaps parts that you would favour over
others when wielding the lash or rod?"
Lord Bexley slapped his thigh and laughed heartily. "By god I like your spirit,
madam. Once again you have seen right through me. I must confess an inordinate fondness
for the breasts and the cunt. There, I have directly named that part of your body. Have I
mortally offended you?"
I shook my head. "Having regard to the topic of our discourse, I do not see how a
simple word such as "cunt" might offend. In truth, having to say "privy
parts" many times during a conversation is painful to my tongue, which might best
employed for other purposes." I spoke thus with deliberate intent, knowing that he
would understand the reference to the French style of love.
Extract Two:
I lay on my back and guided him on top of me with his loins above my face. I said,
"My Lord has been gentle with my frail woman`s body, but now I would have you satisfy
your desires. I shall fill my mouth with your mighty lance, which will silence my screams,
and I give you full reign to sport with my cunt in any manner that may meet your fancy.
Crush my clit with your strong fingers, pull and stretch my inner lips in every which
manner, and use my newly opened sheath as roughly as you wish. Spank and beat my cunt to
your hearts desire. All the while, I shall tend to your needs down below as tenderly as
any lover might do." I bent and spread my legs, pulling my knees back towards my
shoulders so that my loins were lifted and opened in the most lewd manner possible.
He kissed my cunt as if it were my mouth and said, "So be it. Prepare yourself, for
I shall not stop until my seed fills your belly." He sighed as his lance found its
rest in my mouth once more. I felt his fingers part my nether lips, and then my legs
trembled as he sucked my clitoris and the soft parts that surrounded it into his mouth.
His lips and tongue worked on it as if he were consuming an oyster. My clit swelled and
stood proud of its surrounds, naked to the lapping of his tongue. At first I felt great
pleasure, but I knew that this could not endure. He cunningly waited until I fairly shook
with pleasure, and then he allowed his teeth to close around the base of the tiny stalk,
trapping it with their fearsome grip. He bit down on my most intimate flesh, and I
screamed around the meaty shaft that filled my mouth, fearing that he would indeed bite
off that tiny morsel.
Extract Three:
Even as I spoke, I knew that I was being foolish, but still I said, "Why should I
scream? Is your tool so terribly deformed?" His hand struck the side of my face,
throwing me backwards. I tripped on my skirt and crashed into a finely crafted table.
Fortunately, the thickness of my skirts shielded my thighs and my corset saved my back
from being torn by the shards of the vase that was smashed between my body and the wall.
My head rang from the blow, but I did not raise my hands except to push myself away from
the wreckage. His face was twisted in rage and his fists were clenched as if he would
strike me again. I could taste my blood leaking from the inside of my cheek where my teeth
had cut it, but I stared at him as calmly as I could. Of course, I knew that this was a
game that I could not win, but I was not going to surrender without a battle. My only
advantage was that he wanted to rape, humiliate and torture a lady of quality, and if he
beat me into a broken, senseless wreck, then I would not be any different from the whores
he found in Southwark. He wanted to see my helplessness, fear and shame. Therefore, unless
I forced him to it, he would toy with me as long as possible before breaking me with the
rack, blades and hot irons. It might have been better to force him to kill me as quickly
as possible, but no sane person embraces death gladly unless they seek martyrdom or to
protect a secret. I sought neither, so I fought for every second of my existence.
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