38 comments/ 21989 views/ 8 favorites Amelia By: Scotsman69 Author's note: this is a work of pure imagination. ***** It was wild and angry, as only the North Sea can be. Short choppy waves lashed the rocks below, and a rake of whooper swans struggled to remain in formation against the swirling undertow. He sat back in the train as clifftop meadows replaced the vivid drama of the sea, and tried to focus on the story he was writing on his laptop. But the attempt was forlorn. He could concentrate on nothing. As the train clattered through Berwick and onto the Royal Border Bridge, he barely noticed the view. His hand was trembling with excitement as he sipped his Grouse. He knew that none of this was sensible. He'd first encountered her when she posted a story on Lit. A very finely- written BDSM piece. He'd mailed her to tell her of his appreciation. As a writer he knew how important that could be, and he usually did it when he found something he thought good. She had responded warmly, and an online correspondence ensued. As the dialogue developed, as they became closer, learned each other, it became clear that she was his. Now he was going to meet her. The last time he'd been with a woman so young, he'd been in his thirties. A long time ago. And now this young woman wanted him, wanted to fuck, wanted him to teach her, wanted him to play with her. He poured another measure of Grouse, very carefully. He didn't need too much alcohol for the weekend ahead of them. He knew that for both of them this was just about sex. His lover had, tremblingly, given him license to fuck this woman, knowing that it was no threat to their relationship. Well, for better or worse, he was going to do just that. And much more. His hand quivered as he remembered what the young woman had told him of her voyage into BDSM, of her growing excitement as she learned her need for abuse. He was going to give it to her. Everything. He wondered what she was thinking as the train swept through Alnmouth and the North Sea was again briefly visible. Checked his watch and knew it was time to take the blue pill. It really didn't matter what she was thinking, he realised. What was going to happen wasn't about thought. It was about two bodies and minds interacting. The rain was sheeting down by the time he walked under the neoclassical portico of Newcastle Central station and moved to the taxi-rank. Fifteen minutes later he was at the door of a brick terraced house in Heaton. It opened at his touch on the bell. She was standing behind the door, dressed as he had instructed her. In nothing. He stroked her face, gazing in her eyes. Fuck she was gorgeous. Short and a bit plump, long dark hair, blue eyes, a small pouty mouth. Her full firm breasts were bruised, the nipples red and angry. His hand moved to touch her there and she trembled. - So, Amelia, how lovely to see you at last. He stroked her hair, then his hands moved back to her breasts. She flinched. - Well, girl, we only have a day. Let's get started. In the bedroom he allowed her to unclothe him, and watched as she hung his suit and shirt in her wardrobe, her arse wobbling. Fuck, he was going to take her there, knowing she'd never had a cock in her anus. He was dripping when she turned to face him, eyes down, and she started to kneel. - No Amelia. I don't want your mouth, I told you that. Perhaps you need punished for forgetting? She blushed and rose, eyes still averted from his. - Yes ... sir. - I'll spare your tits, they look as though someone's given them enough for now. Over the back of the chair. Legs apart. She folded herself over the chairback, revealing a pouty freshly-shaven cunt. She'd told him she'd never shaved it before and whilst he really didn't care whether she was naked there, he had required her to shave. He noted the scrapes and nicks from her inexpertise with the razor. But though her breasts had been abused, there was no sign that her genitals were. He took the heavy belt from his bag and slashed her arse four times. She gasped at each stroke but said nothing. - Now, my little whore, stand and face me. She looked more delectable once he'd slid the eyemask onto her. Even better with the scarf round her mouth. She'd said she didn't want to have a safeword. Well, she would discover the wisdom of that silly decision, but he'd be very careful not to push her too far. He always was. He led her to the bed and thrust her back on it, her solid bruised tits quivering as he moved her to his satisfaction. He bent to take the nipples in his mouth, felt them grow and harden, one after the other, aware of the extent of her bruising as he did so. She shuddered at his mouth there, pushed his head away. He stood back, smiling: - Too sore there slut? She nodded her head. - Well, you aren't going to stop me doing what I want. She lay supine as he picked two lengths of rope from his bag and secured her wrists to the bed. Then pushed pillows under her arse before fastening her ankles, legs splayed. - This is for me, slut. For you too. I couldn't be here if you didn't really want it, but it's for me and you know it. Now, if I want to bite your tits I will. It's your problem that you let someone else beat them before I arrived. You knew I was coming; knew you had to be ready for me. She whimpered through the scarf as his teeth closed on her abused nipple. He had seldom been so excited before with a woman. He felt the depth of her depraved need, anticipated the rewards their unions would bring them both. His fingers slid over her round tummy, fluttered over her mons. Her sex was engorged and when his fingers went between her lips he was electrified at her wetness. Fuck, and this time was the first time he'd really touched her sexually... such a delicious toy. She gasped as his teeth sank into her firm breasts, whilst his fingers played her cunt. Then he moved off her, no longer touching. She squirmed on the bed and moaned. - I told you to shave. Call that a proper shave? His fingers ran over the stubble and wisps of hair left by her inexpert handling of the razor, and she shivered. - You really haven't done too well so far, have you Amelia? Now, this isn't going to shave you, but it will remind you to obey me properly in future. He lifted the flogger from his bag and drew it down her from face to toes, allowing just the ends of the leather tendrils to tickle her. Then raised it and brought it down on her exposed cunt several times, harder with every stroke. He had to find her limits. He smiled as Amelia screamed on the last couple of lashes, and dropped the flogger. His cock was dripping. - Now I need to taste you, slut. He knelt between her legs, started licking up the tops of her thighs. Wetly into the sweaty creases between thigh and trunk, avoiding her gaping cunt. Then back down to her dimpled knees. Up again, but on the insides of her thighs this time. He paused as his mouth approached her wetness, scent filling his nostrils. Bit hard into the softness, once on each thigh. She moaned and tried to twist away from the pain, so he bit again, tasted blood this time. His tongue lapped up the soft skin and he allowed it to flicker quickly up her crease. The dew of her excitement pearled between her inflamed lips, but he refused to allow himself to taste her arousal properly. Yet. His head rose and he gazed at her face. She was panting through the scarf. - You want my mouth there, don't you Amelia? You want me to lick and suck your greedy cunt till you explode? A wee nod, almost imperceptible. He raised his hand and slapped her cunt hard. - I don't know what you're telling me girl. Do you want to cum? She nodded vigorously this time and he smiled, trailing his fingers between her parted labia. He pulled a feather from his bag, teased her face with it. - Well, I'm afraid you can't. Not yet anyway. The feather delicately explored her nakedness, over face and neck first, scarcely touching. Then under her upstretched arms. A quiver ran down her and he smiled in satisfaction. The feather lingered in her oxter, whispering touches. Her body twitched involuntarily. The soft barbs swished round her breasts, under them, stroked there. He watched as her nipples grew, her body trembling now. The slightest moan. He shifted onto the bed, crouched over her head, and his cocktip nudged under her nose so she could smell him. - You'll get him in you if you're a good girl. Want that? Her head shook, just a small movement, and he read the defiance on what he could see of her face. He shuffled back and landed a stinging blow on her cunt. Just one. Then crouched over her face again. His hand moved behind him, hovered over her groin. His cock probed her nostrils again. - Let's try this once more. His finger slipped into her moist vagina. - Want this cock in you? This time she nodded. - There's a good slut. He turned and crouched facing her feet. His cock throbbed, dripped on her cunt. She shivered as the first silk thread dribbled between her open labia, mingling with her glistening cunthoney. The tip of the feather tingled between her toes, one by one, and her feet jerked. He moved again, to the foot of the bed, and the featherblades kissed up her calves, catching on the occasional dark stubble where the razor hadn't done its job. Her body was twitching and juddering now as the feather began its long caress of her thighs, lingering at the bitemarks. - Want it on your cunt, slut? The wand teased the wee tufts of hair that had escaped the razor on her mons. Amelia groaned, head twisting, signalling neither negative nor positive. He picked up the flogger and lashed her tits, focussing on the nipples. She convulsed. - Want it on your cunt, slut? She nodded and he dropped the flogger. The feather tip went straight to her hooded clit and as it teased there the hood retracted and the pearl was partly exposed. Her hips came alive, lifting and squirming against the teasing blade. He watched her face grimace as the pleasure surged through her, deep satisfaction pervading him. Two fingers invaded her wet cunt and her hips thrust up hard to meet them. The fingers plunged and twisted till her groans heralded the impending explosion, then withdrew. Christ knew, he was bursting to fuck her now, thrust in her young willing sweetness till his spunk surged in her. He growled as he disciplined himself, his precum spotting the sheets. He had to have some time to himself. Drawing the chair to the bedside, he drew the Grouse bottle and glass from his bag, poured a measure, and rolled a fag. But he needed to talk to her, more than he needed time out. They had never been here before. He leaned forward and loosed the scarf from her mouth, lifted the eyemask. Her eyes, blinking at the newness, turned to meet his as he sat back on the chair. - Talk to me, Amelia. - I ... I don't know what to say ... - Tell me how you are lassie. I need to do things to you, but I want it for your pleasure as well as mine. She shrugged. - I just need you to use me. I don't want to discuss anything. I have to feel how you need me. That's what gets me off. I don't want a lover. I want a master. So just do it. Whatever you want, just do it to me. He watched as she spoke, looking in her eyes. He knew that what she said was part of the truth. But there was more, the beseeching blue eyes told him that. It would come out. She wasn't ready yet, not to talk. Then she surprised him: - Um, but maybe just one thing? You know I've just started this, voyage ... Only had a couple of real doms, and then only for a night each. I .. They only ever beat my arse, and - looking down at her bruised breasts - in one case, my tits. Nobody has ever ... umm ... Nobody has ever ... hit my cunt before. I want to know more of how that feels. Do that to me. Please. Strike my cunt. Much more. I ... um ... it was so exciting when you did that just now. It nearly got me off... His cock leapt at her words. Jesus what a treasure she was, what a discovery. - With great pleasure Amelia. Want to watch this time? On her nod he rose and picked up the flogger. Her face tensed, then he focused on the target. Brought it down on her gaping cunt, much harder than before. As the thongs curled into her most sensitive parts his eyes went to her face. Her mouth was open soundlessly, eyes clenched tight in a grimace. But her nipples had grown, he could almost feel her need just looking at them. He brought the flogger down harder and this time she jerked and moaned. Good. Two more, that would do for now. She screamed and spasmed at the thongs kissing her vulva again, then subsided, moaning. He needed to fuck her now. But first she needed something more. Her hips jerked again when his mouth found her red wetness, and he loved her and bathed her there, soft sweet licks and nibbles, his finger seeking her virgin anus. She shrank from his touch on her bum, and he didn't pursue it. Plenty of time for that. It was cunt he needed now, and he arched over her and licked her neck, growled in her ear: - Have to fuck you now Amelia. My cock in your cunt. Her eyes were blank for a moment, then the ghost of a smile flickered across them. - Well, you'd better do that then, hadn't you? She was wet and hot as he sank his shaft into her slowly, wet and hot and welcoming. Jesus she was good, she was a natural. A smile was spreading on her face, but she winced when his cock was right in and his pubic bone struck the tenderness of her beaten labia. - A bit sore? - No, it's ok, fuck me. Want that. He was gentle at first, tried to pleasure her, wanted her to want more. So he played her body, eased her gently on and up, using all the skills he'd learned over the years. She was passive in the fuck, had told him she'd only once before orgasmed whilst a man was in her, so he was deeply thrilled when her breathing quickened and her hips began moving under him more insistently. He played her as an angler might a reluctant fish. But it was only when he bit her neck in frustration at the slow pace of her arousal that she really came to life. He realised he'd been playing it all wrong. Fuck this gentle stuff! There was a gasp when he drove his cock into her hard, pulling and clawing her abused tits as he fucked. She responded immediately, panting breathily, hips surging and jerking under him. This response intensified his need so he pounded into her more urgently, animal need overtaking the mindgames he'd been trying to play. He knew as her hips rose under him that this was what she needed and he banished her from his mind, allowed himself to fall into the animalfrenzy of pure fuck, was rewarded by her scream as the release hit her. He bit her neck again then and as her muscles closed down on him, pumped his hot spurts in her quivering womb. She sank back on the bed, pouring sweat, and he licked the trickle of blood from the wee passionwound on her neck. Sank beside her. They hadn't once kissed, he realised, as he licked the sweat from her cheek. Then she turned and kissed his mouth, softly: - You made me cum, you bastard. That wasn't supposed to happen. Presently they rose and dressed, friendly, natural with each other, but with none of the normal intimacy of those who have just fucked to orgasm. Truly she was a strange girl. ***** They returned after a couple of hours and a decent Indian meal. During the meal they'd talked about everything except what had just happened between them, and what they both knew was still to come. She was bright and well-read, and he knew they were communicating fine, that she was relaxed and natural with him. It was all very comfortable, and he didn't try and push the conversation anywhere she didn't want to go. He was beginning to understand how he had to be with this woman, and she excited him deeply. There was no speaking as they walked back to the house, yellow sodium lights catching the blustering evening rain, but she took his hand timidly when they crossed a main road, and didn't withdraw it. ***** When they were back in the bedroom he looked in her eyes: - Round two Amelia. Strip. Now. Her eyes fell from his and she complied. Her fingers trembled as she opened buttons and zips. When she was naked before him she looked a question in his eyes, coolly. - You're going to get your arse opened up now girl, you know that? - Yes. You know that's new for me. But I ... I think ... Oh, what does it matter what I think, I know you need to do it. Do what you must to me. Deeply excited by this compliance, his cock surged in his pants. Jesus, they were going to go intense places together. His clothes lay on the carpet when she tore them off him, panting as she did so, nipples swollen. They stood facing each other and he wondered again at her needs. Her head was bowed and she trembled when he reached to stroke her cheek. - Look at me Amelia. She looked in his face and he saw uncertainty. But there was lust there too, behind her eyes, and in her breathing. - Look at my cock Amelia. Her eyes fell and he heard the gasp. God, this was so beautiful, learning her needs. Well, she'd feel him in her presently. But he needed to flog her again, he hadn't found her limits yet, or anywhere near them. - I think your cunt needs a better flogging this time. What do you think Amelia? And maybe your anus too. How do you think the kind leather will feel, curling into your anus? She shivered and looked in his eyes. - Do it to me. Flog me. Flog into my cunt and my arse. I, um -- her eyes dropped -- I want that. Master. Please. He grabbed her and thrust her on the bed, face down. Slapped her arse and she raised it on her knees, her head and hands flat on the bed. She shuffled her knees apart. Good slut, he thought, she's beginning to understand me. He considered securing her to the bed, it excited him to have her helpless, but he knew now that it wasn't necessary. Besides, she would be more flexible and responsive with her body free. Her mind was in the right place. Feather in one hand, he spread her arsecheeks wide with the other. His cock jerked when he saw her anus for the first time, tight and waiting. The tip of the feather teased round it, avoiding the wrinkles, and his pleasure surged at her involuntary movements, her wee sigh. This was good, very good. The feather was directed to stroke along the wrinkles, one after another, before making tiny circular movements around, then into, the clench of her anus. She groaned then, hips quivering, and his eyes widened in delight as her muscles relaxed. The anal tightness eased, her dark hole opened. Ohh, virgin or not, her arse had all the required sensitivity. He leaned forward and pressed his slimy cockhead there, letting her know. But she jerked at the touch of his organ, and when he withdrew the hole had tightened again. - Just testing Amelia. You'll get it later. My cock needs to rip your arse wide open. But not yet. He moved back and raised the flogger. Her cunt was pouting, needing pain. Christ, she was going to get it, and how. She writhed when the leather thongs bit into her redness, screamed. He pulled her arsecheeks wide and struck again, judging it so the tips of the thongs flicked right into her clutching anus. Another scream. He noted the moisture running down her legs. His cock jerked in excitement, but she needed more pain first. He had to see if she would orgasm to the flogger, and he set about methodically striking her, cock dripping on the bed. It took about ten lashes. The scream was different on the last one and he paused... and watched in elation as her body convulsed, the scream dwindling to moans as the jet of excitement finally issued from her. Fuck she was the perfect sub. He was at breaking point now. Had to fuck. She collapsed flat on her belly. He pulled her hips up: Amelia By the Tuesday, it was obvious to those in the know, that Santa Anna would over-run the place within the week; if not sooner. So, the former Amelia Henderson-Stuart, forsook her adventure-filled honeymoon in Texas, packed her baggage, her Italian Count, took the only transport out of San Antonio, an old buckboard she'd hurriedly purchased at an exorbitant price and left town before sunup. They were stopped mid afternoon at a small roadblock as their buckboard lurched around a sharp bend. A young officer bedecked in a most colourful uniform, bowed and identified himself, in clear English, as a first lieutenant in the Mexican Army. He perused their papers and although he was very courteous, he requested they alight. "I am so sorry," he said. "But until I am able to check with my superiors as to your countries' position in our conflict -whether friend or foe- you must remain here." Amelia stepped down and when the Count followed, two ruffians grabbed him and tied him up. Amelia hit one fellow with her sunshade and said, "Unhand my husband you scum." Whereupon the lieutenant circled her small waist from behind and carried her towards a makeshift shack. "Hide that buckboard off the road for now Private," he said over his shoulder, in English as a curtesy to Amelia. "Let the horse loose to graze." The younger soldier hopped up and moved it a short distance into the woods. Inside the shack, Amelia was less than impressed with having been manhandled by the lieutenant. He asked her to please sit quietly. "How dare you," Amelia continued from the chair on which she had been unceremoniously dumped. One of the men who'd tied up the Count entered and spoke urgently to the lieutenant, in Spanish. Amelia could barely understand the language but picked up, "They need you there now." And "...Force of over 300," or something; she wasn't sure. The young officer strapped on his sidearm, picked up his sword and mounted the waiting horse. She hoped she was mistaken but his parting order in Spanish sounded like, "If they give you trouble sergeant, dispose of them both. Do it quietly and move back into the forest until..." Amelia couldn't understand the rest. The Lieutenant spurred the black stallion and disappeared into the heavy woods. The sergeant locked her in the shack. She could hear the Count, yelling outside, somewhere. "Where is my wife? " "What have you done with her? " "Where is she?" The soldiers spoke to each other in Spanish and finally said, "Ok, Mister, we'll bring her out here so you can see her." When Amelia walked out, she noticed the Count with his arms strung out around a large tree. She ran to her husband and asked him if he was all right? He said he was. She turned and regarded the young soldier left standing guard. He couldn't be more than 19 or 20. He smiled shyly at Amelia. Although she had seen no more than 26 summers herself, she felt infinitely older than he. Maybe because her husband was 54. She noticed the sergeant had gone. "This is all a mistake. We have nothing to do with your quarrel." "As a matter of fact, " said Amelia, warming to a strategy forming in her mind...it hadn't escaped her that the boy was now looking at her with awe. "We were to visit Mexico next. Weren't we Count?" " You really must let us leave." Her pleading look had melted the hearts of men since she was a mere girl. It worked now; she knew. The young soldier was putty in her hands. ". And for your kindness," she smiled, "I'll see that your family is looked after when I get back home. Please give me some details on how to contact them." Amelia waited a moment or two. She could see the cogs going around in the boy's head; he only needed a gentle push. As an indication of her sincerity, and to get a positive response from him, Amelia produced a small notebook from somewhere in her voluminous skirt. "Ok, give me the details for sending my emissary to your home when this is over. To her delight, the young soldier smiled and rattled off an address of his parents' home. It was a little fishing village on the west coast. The boy became talkative and told her that the people were very poor there and that he sends his meagre pay, back to his parents. Amelia dutifully and with flourish wrote it in the book closed it and smiled at the boy, once more. "Now, if you'd be so kind, I'd be grateful if you'd fetch my transport and let the Count loose from that horrible tree." This would be an adventure she would talk about all her life, she knew, when she arrived back home. Although she fully intended to compensate his family for his good deed. She heard a laugh from somewhere behind her and the sergeant stepped up to her. "We have orders to kill you and disappear into the hills, " he said and pulled out a knife. The Count jerked desperately on the ropes that bound him. "If you want to save your husband from a painful death, you will fuck us and, maybe, we will let you both go." "You better hurry," he added. "They will be here in an hour." "We will be gone, and you? You will be gone too; one way or another." "It is your choice." Amelia was horrified. "I won't do it." The soldier walked up to the Count and put a wicked looking blade to his throat. "Well say goodbye to your husband then." "Wait," said Amelia. She looked at her new husband, tethered to the tree and knew exactly what she must do. Nip this in the bud before it gets worse. Experience with men even at the highest levels at Court taught her that. If you give them time to think, they will come up with the most devious and perverted ways of using one. And one needs look no further than her own new husband as a prime example. His dark misuse of the serfs on his estates, back home, was hard to countenance. The shoe was on the other foot now; this time, the serfs had him. Except, it would be SHE who would have to pay. It was ever thus for women. 'Men.' She sighed. "Look," said the Countess, "I'll make a deal with you." "I do not wish to discuss it in front of the Count; have some mercy please!" The sergeant growled something in Spanish to the young soldier who immediately shot to attention and fell in behind Amelia. "Ok, come back to the shack." The Count pulled hard on his ropes and yelled he'd rather die than have the Countess ravaged by ruffians. But Amelia was already walking briskly with the sergeant. The young soldier close behind. She knew that the deal with the boy was lost. Once he had heard the sergeant mention raping her, he had turned the way of most men who haven't had a woman for a while. Absolutely feral. And just as a hungry lion that must feed, will attack anything, so it was with men. They only needed to be hungry enough and have the opportunity. Kings had given up their thrones for one quick sortie in the hay with a woman. The boy would give up any thought of compensation to his poor family, now that the sergeant had made it clear to him what he wanted to do to her. His only thought now, would be to take her and relieve his burning desire to fill her with his seed. Even now, she thought, he no longer looks me in the eye. His gaze is locked on my bosom. He imagines them naked. She sighed. From now on, she was dealing with two animals, not just one. And if she weren't quick at resolving the dilemma, maybe she would be subject to many more before they disposed of her. Once inside the shack Amelia got straight to the business at hand and addressed them in her best British accent. "If you release my husband, I am willing to perform fellatio on you, then you let us go. The soldiers looked at her blankly. Their grasp of English was limited. They knew the swear words though, she thought. And how to demand sex. Amelia changed her tack with them. She was nothing, if she wasn't versatile. She didn't get to be head of the committees at home by being indecisive. She took a deep breath, lowered her voice and spoke (slowly, so they could understand) in a more conciliatory tone. Time was of the essence. "Suck you off." She waited. "I am willing to go as far as suck you off." " Not more than that." Surely they understood the vulgar terms. They were vulgar peasants. They looked at her blankly. "No?" she said. "Still don't understand? " "Ok," Amelia said. . She had to work quickly. There was no guarantee that these vile men would honour their promise of freedom after they took what they wanted from her. Amelia knew that. But the alternatives were not looking good either. In the distance, she could hear gunfire and it seemed to be getting closer. If she was to leave, it had to be soon. She sighed again, and quickly moved to the sergeant and putting her hand on the bulge in his trousers, said, "THIS in my mouth" she pointed to her mouth." "NO more than that. Is it a deal?" "Then you promise to let us go away from here." "OK?" "Do you understand me?" "Yes? No?" "...And it must be done in here. Inside the shack...You understand?" "I will do it in here, now. Ok?" The soldiers seemed to finally comprehend. They looked at each other and nodded. The sergeant went to a chair and brought back the dusty old cushion. "Oh Dear," thought Amelia, "Now what?" Before she realised what happened, they grabbed either side of Amelia and marched her out to where her husband was still struggling with his ropes. The sergeant stood on the mat and slowly pulled down his raggedy trousers exposing an erect cock. He threw the cushion on the mat and sat on it in front of the Count. "I told you," Amelia scolded the soldiers for their lack of understanding, "I refuse to do it in front of my husband." "We make the rules lady," the sergeant smiled. " Bring her over here." Amelia felt herself gently propelled forward and the sergeant from his sitting position, turned her to face her captive husband, shoved his hands up her dress and in one practised movement ripped her panties down to her ankles, then pulled them till she stumbled out of them. The young soldier stepped forward, put both hands on Amelia's bodice and ripped it open so that her white breasts broke loose and her deep red nipples sprung up from the rush of cold air. Her husband was going mad and Amelia was in total shock. " OH MY GODDD" The sergeant spat on his hand and shoved it back up Amelia's dress. "I oil your cunt...you very dry." He hiked her dress up around her waist exposing her nut-brown pubes and her crimson lips covered in spit. He lay back, pulled the protesting woman down and with a little bit of moving around, he forcefully entered her. She grimaced but sat stock-still, legs splayed wide apart, impaled on his cock, facing her husband. She didn't move. The sergeant lifted her hips off him for a moment then eased her back down, watching Amelia's pussy engulf his cock again. Amelia gasped as he filled her once more, but still she refused to move. "You fuck me nice, I let your husband go," he said. "If you fuck me bad. He does not live." "You understand?" The young soldier pulled out his cock. "You better do what he say." Amelia covered her heaving breasts with her hands. "Start fucking lady. Do it. Or else..." Amelia looked up at her husband not two or three feet in front of her. His eyes were closed tightly. Slowly, Amelia took her hands away and started to grind her pussy on the sergeant. Does THAT make you happy, huh?" she yelled over her shoulder. "Do you want me to turn around and face you?" Without waiting for his answer Amelia lifted her legs and swivelled around on his cock until she was looking him in the eyes. And continued to grind her cunt up and down on him. Her breasts swung in his face. "Is that what you want? How about this?" Amelia pulled all her stomach muscles in, then out and the sergeant grunted like a contented pig. "Yes, I thought so." she said. Amelia looked up at the young soldier still standing beside her waiting his turn. His cock was out of his pants. "Awww dear me." He was enormous. The sergeant's erection was fat and long but the boy's was much much bigger. She couldn't help but notice that the head of it was like a huge mushroom and she watched in horror as the flanges on it started to pulsate making it grow in size even more. It looked as hard as a rock. A clear dribble of lubrication was leaking from its eye and despite her strong constitution used to dealing with crises of all kinds, Amelia felt dizzy with fear; or something. She was afraid, she thought, that the boy would do her an injury when it was his turn, and she knew his turn was coming soon. She tore her eyes off the young soldier and concentrated on dispatching the sergeant as quickly as possible. She decided to bring him off and get this over and done with. Why prolong it? They'll either kill us or let us go. Amelia could feel the urgency in the sergeant now. His eyes were glazing over. She felt the head of his substantial penis begin to spasm more quickly and she knew from her experience with the Count that the sergeant was on the verge. The sergeant's hands were covering her breasts now, his thumbs and forefingers rolling her nipples in his filthy hands. She looked again at the boy; it was going to split her. It was big and hard and angry. The sergeant hadn't come and he was labouring away, hurting her now. If she didn't hurry, the Lieutenant would return and it would all be for nothing. She looked back at her husband and he had his eyes open watching her; helpless. Their lives were in her hands and dependant on her limited expertise. She wished he would close his eyes while she did what she had to do. Amelia upped the game. She opened his dirty shirt and leaned forward, keeping him deep inside her, Amelia rubbed her breasts over his hairy chest and began to make orgiastic noises oh yesss uhhhhh oh you are so big. It worked. The sergeant groaned and let out a huge breath. He grunted harder, bucked his hips in the air a couple of times and she felt the force of his hot sperm shoot into her almost a dozen more times before the wetness flowed down past her back passage. She wiggled her hips a few moments longer until she felt him soften. He was spent. One to go, sighed Amelia trying not to think about it. The young soldier lifted Amelia off his friend and threw her on to all fours. He reached down and fingered the excess juices back into Amelia's puckered arse. She felt the engorged head of his ugly cock against her asshole and instinctively moved forwards to get away from it. He pulled her hips back exposing her to him; her asshole was stretched and partly open from his fingering. He inserted two fingers, then three and finally removed them. Again, his hardened cock rested on her well-lubricated ass. After only the slightest resistance, his big, gnarled, cock slid into her back passage and he began a slow fuck her, pulling her naked hips back and forth, back and forth. Amelia had never experienced this kind of treatment before. It felt strange and worse than that, it was upsetting something deep inside her belly; terribly. His young engorged cock was pushing against her front passage and that was causing a certain amount of...she couldn't think, whatever he was doing was getting worse. Or better. The boy kept up a steady forceful motion. The tempo of the fuck controlled by his big hands grasping her hips; back and forth back and forth. Suddenly Amelia could put a name to it, what was happening to her, but the thought came too late and against her will and disgusted with herself, Amelia, Countess of.... she couldn't think, for she had started to come and it was different to anything she had yet experienced. She made a desperate bid to control it but knew as the most delicious spasms took hold of every thrill nerve she possessed from her toes to the roots of the hair on her head, she was lost in it. The young soldier sensed Amelia's tightening cunt and took one hand from her hip, reached up and grabbed a handful of her hair and held her that way while he intensified his thrusts and pumped deep into her vigorously and hard. Now it was Amelia's turn to grunt like a pig. Her trembling arms gave way and she gently fell forward her arse high in the air. And against all the rules of engagement in this sort of situation with bullies and rapists, Amelia orgasmed uncontrollably. The boy kept going and Amelia gave up any pretence of saving anyone and when the soldier moved his hand from holding her hair and cupped her right breast they both erupted at the same time. Goddddd thought Amelia goddddd. --------------------------------------- They didn't stay together very long after they reached London and finally, they divorced. Her husband had asked her soon after they were set free and sent on their way. "Did you actually orgasm with that filth." Amelia said, " No, of course not, I was faking it to make them, ummm, stop sooner." But, it didn't save the marriage. The Count never left Europe after that terrible incident. Amelia, moved to a little fishing village on the west coast of Mexico. To work with the poor, she said. Amelia The anticipation had become physically exhausting. The longing glances and suggestive conversation was cumulating like the searing liquid beneath the hot skin of Vesuvius. After one too many shots of tequila, Amelia decided that she wasn't going to play this game any longer. She saddled her bag, winked at the bartender and hopped off the stool. Luckily, the address he had slipped her was only minutes from the bar where they met. Amelia recalled the night fondly as her heels clacked along the asphalt, echoing in the silent street. It had been a long day in the office. A day cluttered with multiple meetings that should have been emails and hours of catering to the bullshit male egos that surround her. She was sitting at that same bar top nursing a gin and tonic when he slid onto the stool next to her. "You look bored," a deep voice said. Amelia pursed her lips, raised her eyebrows and turned to meet the voice next to her. She slowly took him in; he was tall with sandy blonde hair and green eyes that glinted with suggestive amusement. However, it was his 'fuck me' mouth that captured her gaze. He had licked his lips after he said it, and then slowly dragged his lower lip into his mouth and flicked it outward. Amelia let that glossy, bottom lip hold her attention for a split second longer than she should have. She glanced down at the moist, slippery glass between her hand and bar top then slowly dragged her gaze to meet his; settling her mouth into a bemused smirk. "You have a plan to change that?" She responded, knowing full and well that the game had begun. A game where there can be two winners, if he knows what he's doing. He smiled a wide, guilty smile; nodding his heading in amusement. He wrapped his long fingers around the frosty glass in front of him and lifted it to his mouth. Amelia couldn't help but imagine how those long, elegant fingers would feel sliding inside of her, shaking off the fast coming fantasy of his hand deep in her wet pussy as he fucked her hard from behind. Lost and amused in this unexpected day dream, she realized he was talking again. "How about we play a game?" Amelia froze as she had the irrational thought that he could read her mind. She squinted in suspicion and set her glass down, turning to face him full on. She enjoyed the obvious way that he took her in. Starting with her suspicious eyes then slowly moving downward, taking his time at her neck and pausing at her breasts. There was an involuntary lift in the corner of his mouth. Good to know he likes what he sees, Amelia mused. She was wearing a shirt that had lace overlay pressed against her cleavage and a short black skirt with a slit so high that she could no longer wear it to the office. "Looks like you started without me," she murmured, noticing the bulge in his dark jeans. Amelia had an immediate flash of frustration that she had to meet the societal requirements of small talk before she could fuck him. Wishing he would bend her over this bar top and fuck her while the others in the bar watched; jealous and hard. "Observant," he said "I like that. Its shame that I hadn't met you earlier, I was just heading out." Amelia had to keep herself from physically pouting. Her consuming fantasies had already made her wet; her silk red panties, already soaked with her desire. She decided to keep her cool instead of her original plan, which was throwing herself at his feet and begging from him to stay. "I guess this is goodbye then," she said while twisting her body back towards the bar. "Maybe not," he replied. He slid those long, distracting fingers over to her; leaving a small business card when he removed his hand. He lifted his glass to his lips and finished his beer. "Come by," was all he said before flashing a heart stopping smile and disappearing into the crowd. Amelia shoulders slumped in disappointment before picking up the small black card. "Cole Patterson" it read with a phone number and email. She glanced up at the passing bartender and ordered shot of tequila to drown her sorrows, flipping the thick card between her fingers. Something was on the back of the card; a sloppily scrawled address. She stared down at the card before throwing back the tequila and ordering another. Should she go? Does she randomly fuck strangers in bars now? Amelia considered this and tapped the card on the bar top when her next shot arrived. She threw it back and realized she had already decided. The moment she looked at him she decided she would fuck him, the rest is just semantics. She asked for her tab and pulled out her compact to check her lipstick. Now Amelia was wandering through the townhomes where he lived, searching for his place. When she found it, she stopped in her tracks. The light was on and through the lit window she could see him drinking a glass of water shirtless, his gray sweatpants dipping low. Not as low as she wanted though. She inhaled deeply, walked to the door, and knocked. Cole didn't look surprised when he opened the door. His hand was in his tousled blonde hair, giving her a full and exquisite view of his wide chest. Neither of them said anything. Amelia realized she had been holding her breath, should she try for a witty remark? Say she was too drunk to drive? Her body decided before her brain came close. She smiled up at him and moved forward quickly, pressing her mouth to his. There was no hesitation on his part. He opened his mouth, allowing her in her tongue and tilted his head to kiss her harder. Her hands were on his stomach before sliding to the top of the pants. She tugged at them, making it clear that they were in the way. They stumbled backward, deeper into his home. To the right of the entry way was a kitchen and dining area. He pushed her to the edge of the dining table, before lifting her up and settling her on top. Amelia seized this opportunity to slide his pants down and then wrap her legs around his waist. His long, hard sex was now rubbing against her slick panties, stimulating her clit. He was grinding hard against her as threw her head back in a soft moan. His mouth left hers and kissed down her neck while his hands slid her shirt from her shoulders, exposing her soft and pink breasts. His warm, wet mouth took in one of her sweet nipples. His tongue slowly circling before flicking the tip in the sweetest torture Amelia has ever known. Her head was still thrown backward; her long, dark hair tickling her lower back and the top of his hands. He used them to press her firmly against him when she pulled away from the overwhelming pleasure. The anticipation was becoming overwhelming. Amelia put both her hands against his chest before roughly pushing him. He stumbled backward, obviously confused. The carnal hunger in his eyes was lit up and wanting. She made full eye contact with him and bit her lower lip. Her lips then lips then lifted into a mischievous grin, "I want you to fuck me," she said. Without hesitation he moved back to her. They worked together to take off both her skirt and shirt; leaving Amelia in her matching, red bra and panties on his dinner table. Apparently, his patience was up. He cupped both breasts in his hands and kissed her roughly before reaching down and tearing off her panties. The sound made Amelia giggle and pull him tighter against her. He pulled her more forward on the table top so her perky ass was hanging off the edge and he pushed her chest backward. Amelia laid flat against the table top with her legs spread, waiting. He placed his hands on either side of her hips and roughly pushed inside her. The moment of penetration was pure nirvana; his perfect cock sliding into her tight, wet pussy before he was fully settled inside her. He then pulled his hips backward, removing it completely before using her hips as leverage to push back in, this time rougher and deeper than he had before. He moved quickly and forcefully, enjoying the jump of her perfect tits every time he entered her and the high pitched moan it inspired. Cole could tell that she was at the brink of explosion. Instead of letting her settle into sweet surrender, he pulled his hard dick from inside her and stepped back. He grabbed either side of Amelia's knees before yanking her off the table. Startled and confused as why she was on her feet, Amelia met his eyes. Cole pulled Amelia close to him before pushing her chest down on the table, her ass up and waiting. Amelia reveled in the feel of the cold table against her damp breasts and spread her legs in obedience. Before entering Amelia again, Cole took in the look of her. He then raised his hand and smacked, hard on the ass. Amelia was surprised and aroused. "You have been an incredibly naughty girl," he said in a low voice, "This is your punishment." Amelia glanced over her left shoulder at him, her mouth pouty, while lifting to her toes, arching her back, and wiggling her ass in anticipation. Cole wound up again and let his palm hit her hard. Amelia squealed after this hit, loudly and abruptly as a raised, red mark started to form. Cole couldn't wait any longer. He squared his hips, hands at the top of her ass and pushed inside her. She was tighter and wetter than before. He moved slickly in and out of her, getting harder with each blow. Amelia was now screaming in ecstasy. The sting of his hits paired with the feeling of him deep inside her was overwhelming. She stretched out her arms in front of her on the table and dug in; not even considering the damage it may cause the wood. Cole seemed more encouraged every time she screamed and entered her over and over, more rough each time before reaching across her back to grip her hair. He gathered the dark, soft strands in one fist. Amelia's head snapped backward as he pulled. He twisted his fist to pull the hair harder and continued to fuck her, hard. Amelia could not take it any longer. Her outstretched hands formed fists and her toes curled inwardly as she came. Her eyes closed tightly as she moaned loudly, her body spasming from pleasure. Cole took in the view of her coming. He pulled his hard cock from inside of her sweet pussy and let himself too explode with pleasure. With his fist still balled in her hair, he let himself come all over her smooth, tan back before collapsing on top of her. Amelia stood up soon after and kissed him slowly on the mouth. She then went about sliding on her skirt and buttoning her top. Once her outfit was settled, she forced a palm through her messy hair, met Cole's eyes and winked before heading out his front door. She had gotten exactly what she came for.