1 comments/ 22474 views/ 5 favorites Attractive Cruelty By: twistedvictim I am a nineteen year old girl from a large family of farm laborers. I am nothing special if you discount the large bosom, the curved buttocks and the sparkle in my eye. I've rolled around in the hay with a few of the local lads but nothing memorable and it certainly did not make me feel any of them were marriage material. Then one time I was out and about and who should I meet coming the other way? Only the good lord of the manor himself. Normally, I'd bob a curtsy and he'd sail by, nose in the air. But this time he reached forward, stopped me with his arm. Took my hand in his and raised it to his lips, with a slight bow. To say that I was flustered would have been an understatement. My cheeks turned red and my knees fumbled my curtsey, almost tipping me into the mire. His hand on mine steadied me and then he was on his way, shooting smoldering glances across his shoulder. I dream of him that night, intense dreams that make me toss and turn and moan. He takes me in his arms and I press against him, my head tilting towards his, his tongue pressing firmly into my mouth, his hand reaching between my legs for my sex. But before this dream can go any further, I am awakened by the cock crowing, my sex wet at his anticipated touch. I clamber downstairs and out to the well, to wash the wetness away. I draw a bucket and the coldness of the water in the early spring morn causes my nipples to harden under my sleeping shift, the frigidness of the air sending shivers through me, not unlike his touch in my dream did. I am ready to believe that he, aided by some wicked old crone, has laid an enchantment on me, as his eyes, his touch I cannot from my waking moments, nor my sleeping ones, forget. In the afternoon, my mother sends me on an errand that requires travel to a nearby farm through the woods. As I am at the deepest part of the path, who should come riding through but his lordship? His eyes catch mine with an intensity that freezes me in place as he swings down off the horse. I know I should protect my virtue. That I should run into the woods until I have lost him far behind me. The last thing my humble family needs is the offspring of an unwed daughter. But I can't move, I am unwilling but compliant as he reaches towards me, takes my hand and leads me after him. As soon as we are away from the path, he walks behind me and unlaces my dress. He pulls it down, til it lies around my ankles, leaving me naked before his eyes except for the thin protection of my under shift. I am half dreading and half begging, inside, for what he is about to do to me. He reaches forward and uncurls my hair from it's pinned knot. Twisting it around his hand, he forces me to my knees, the leaf mulch staining the thin white linen. He walks in front of me and stands, his eyes locked on my full bosom. Instinctively my arms fold in front, covering my nakedness. He reaches forwards, raises my chin til my eyes meet his and slaps me, hard, with the back of his hand. "Don't cover yourself if I want to see, do you understand? Wench?" I nod, blinking back my tears, wishing to run from his cruelty, but pinned there by my desire for him. He twists my hair around his hand again and raising me to my feet, kisses me, intensely, passionately, his tongue finding mine, his cock pressing against my nearly naked stomach. His free hand reaches forward and tears my shift as if it was of no consequence, spilling my breasts forward into the cold spring air. His hand assaults first one nipple, then the other, leaving them stiff and myself gasping for breath from the stimulation, my brain and body turned into a melted puddle of lust. As my ripped underdress falls from me, his fingers trace downwards until they entangle themselves into my dark bush and then find the hot, moist, cleft that lies between my legs. As his fingers encounter my sex I find my legs weakening and if it were not for the support of his arm behind me I would be on the ground, my body undone by my desire. His fingers, two, three or four, I am unable to count, enter my hole and he pushes them in as far as he can, at once hurting me but at the same time causing my body to melt and weaken even more. Just as I feel sure I am unable to take any more, he withdraws his fingers and brings them up to my mouth. He forces them between my lips and I taste myself, creamy but bitter, not unpleasant. His hand grabs hold of mine and draws it towards his phallus, hard and hot and larger than any I have had the pleasure of touching before. He rubs himself through my hand and I can feel a pleasing juiciness at the end. He takes my hand away and lowers me onto the cold ground. He lies astride me and rubs his hardness at first against my thigh and then over my cunt, his wetness mixing with mine. I feel my cunt opening, wishing to grasp him inside me. When I think that once again I am to faint, he gets me to turn over, to place myself on hands and knees, as if I were a farmyard sow or a bitch ready to receive my mate. I feel his cock bump against my engorged parts and then it is pushing into me, making me cry out in pain. He hushes me, warning against drawing attention to our union. Then he drives into me fully, I bite my lips to prevent myself from crying out, the pain beginning to turn into delicious pleasure. He then slowly withdraws all the way again. Leaving my desperately swollen hole empty and begging for more. He teases me with the head of his cock before driving it in again, faster and harder this time, causing me to cry out regardless of my own will, this time instead of withdrawing he moves his cock around in circles, stretching my virginal hole, making contact with every last millimeter of flesh that he can find. Then he starts moving in and out, slowly, slowly, then getting quicker, the rubbing causing my head to boil and bake, my breathing to turn to rough gasps and fireworks to run through my groin, thighs and stomach. After what seems like a lifetime or just a few moments, he is pushing into me hard again and holding himself there and I can tell without having to ask that he is pumping me full of his seed. That a concern for my fertility, is not a priority for him. He finishes and withdraws. Lies next to me for a few moments, then as I roll over to embrace him, he pulls away, stands up, straightens his trousers (the only bit of him disturbed) and says "I will see you at the manor, next Monday at one o clock in the afternoon.. Don't be late". With that he strides off, leaving me lying on the ground, my head and body invaded, disheveled and seeing no way of disobeying his instructions. I am early as I walk around to the servants entrance, knowing that approaching the front door would mean a punishment beyond hell. I knock and it is answered by my cousin Ann. She looks me up and down, snootiness displayed openly on her face, a bit grand considering she's only the scullery maid. "We 'ave been told to except you" she declaims, "not that your any better than you should be" she carries on. "Shut it" I tell her" Would you deny him if he came to you?". "That's beside the point" she replies turning around and walking quickly into the interior of the kitchen, "Come on, then" she calls over her shoulder. I cross the threshold hesitantly, having never been in the manor before. The kitchen is busy, hot and crowded, people bustling to clear up the remnants of luncheon. Ann leads me to the bottom of some stairs that twist and turn upwards; I follow, noticing the effort the rest of the servants are putting in to ignoring my presence. Up we go and when we reach the second landing, Ann pushes open the door and looks both ways, checking there is no-one around. There isn't and we nip across a corridor, through another door and into what appears to be a dressing room. "He says your to put these on" Ann tells me, gesturing at a green silk corset, under shift and pantaloons. I've never seen clothing of the like, I get undressed and then Ann helps me get laced in, tighter than ever before, seeing as when you are working you need the ability to move. She then takes me through to one of the grandest rooms, I've seen in my life. His bedchamber, I guess, the four poster in the middle giving me a slight clue. Ann points at a carafe of wine and a glass. "He told me to get you to drink a fair few of those before he turns up". "Where is he, anyway? I ask. "Out riding, working up a good sweat for you, no doubt" she snorts with laughter. I start on the wine. With the tightness of the corset I find myself feeling bloated after the first glass. But I carry on and try for a second. It goes down, but I can't prevent a healthy belch from coming forth. By the third glass I am feeling woozy, unused to such heady wine. I try and get it down but it is nearly coming straight back up. I turn to Ann, "I can't manage anymore, it's nearly making me throw up, what with the corset." "Right, I'm off then." She picks up the tray, as she turns to go, she says "He also told me to tell you to get on your knees, look at the floor and not move until he gets here." She shakes her head, "I don't know what you've got yourself into, Laura. But I hope it's worth it." She leaves and I do as she has told me to do. My sex burning in anticipation as to what this is going to mean. I kneel there, the silence overwhelming, watching the shadows of leaves dancing on the floor. My legs are going to sleep under me and my back is aching by the time the door to the room opens. I look up, absorbing his glowing countenance, the reddened cheeks from the vigorous exercise he has undertaken. He is wearing his riding boots still and carries in his hand the crop. "Did I say that you could look at me?" he demands. I flush and return my gaze to the floor, "No" I reply. "NO MY LORD" he repeats back to me. "No...My Lord" I reply, hesitating over the words unsure of what that means, not exactly the way you address a lover but then again none of this seems normal. Perhaps they do things differently in high society. My lust has brought me here, but will his cruelty drive me away? He walks over, "Look straight ahead" he orders. I do as he says, ending up with a view of his cock bulging through his trousers. "Open your mouth as wide as you can". "What?" I can't help but glance up. He slaps me. "Just do as you are told." I open as he has instructed. He unbuttons his trousers and his large prick flops out in front of my face. "Lick it' he tells me, and I do, in the way I used to lick butter from a slice of bread as a child. This is obviously unsatisfactory to him. He unpins my hair, and pinches my nose until I am grasping for breath through my mouth. At which point he drives his penis into my mouth, to the back of my throat, if it was not for the fact that he lets go of my nose, I am quite sure I would have fallen to unconsciousness. He fucks my mouth in a similar way to the last time that he fucked my cunt. I am unprepared for this treatment and the corset, wine, and gagging he inflicts on me causes me to retch until I vomit. All over the carpet, finer than anything ever viewed before in my lifetime. He withdraws his cock, looks down at me with disdain and slaps me again, hard. "Do you have any idea of the cost of this?". Tears course down my cheeks, as I shake my head no. He walks away from me, from my tears. "It cost more than you could earn in a whole lifetime, no matter how varied your talents. For this transgression, I fear, whatever my personal feelings may be on the subject, that you must be punished". I am agog at the suggestion, it was the treatment that he was imposing on me that caused such a disturbance. I begin to protest, "But My Lord, I only drank that much wine on your ord.." He cuts me off, "Take your choice, either to be thrown outside now, wearing nothing, to crawl home through the mud, your family's good name as honest laborers destroyed by your wretched state. Or to be tied and beaten by myself, as I would do to an unruly horse." I am ripped apart at his words, knowing I dare not expose my family to my shame, that he will be using that instrument of cruelty on my barely covered, to be pitied, flesh. "Get up and stand by the bed, slattern." I do as I am told, already feeling more tears pricking at my eyes. "Hold your arms out". Again I obey. Hidden behind the drapes tied neatly to the pillars are heavy iron manacles, the type that convicts, prisoners, criminals have to wear. I feel my cheeks redden in shame. He attaches them to me and I am now incapable of running from what he is about to do, no matter how much I want too. I hear the familiar swish of a crop through the air but the noise seems somehow intensified in the confined space of this room. And then the swish again and it hits my buttocks. I cry out, the pain fiery and sharp but for some reason I feel a tingle run through my sex at the same time. He does it again and I cry out loudly. "Quiet, girl, or I will be forced to gag you" he threatens. As the next blow lands I have to bite my lip, hard, to prevent myself from crying out. He continues to beat me for quite some time, until I have tears running down my cheeks and the fire in my bottom is running through to inflame my sex as well. "You took that well, I am sure Ann will appreciate knowing that you were punished as she is down scrubbing the stain that you have caused." And then he reaches forward and pushes his fingers up into my burning sex through the silk. "And look at how wet this has got you. You are quite a natural you know. You would be in high demand in somewhere like London. Could charge a high price to be treated this way. Luckily for me, you are here and you are mine. Do you like that thought?" Strangely, his words send a current of pleasurable feeling running through me and I stammer "Yes..yes My Lord". "Good, very good" he replies, pleasure soaking through his voice and softening it for the first time in my presence. "Now, would you like me to release you? Or shall I leave you there, chained and unable to leave. I could come and admire you whenever I felt the need, watch as your body fell deeper into a state of degradation and weakness. It's a very tempting prospect." He sounds so serious, so solemn yet pleased at the idea that I feel my body involuntarily shake from fear, belief that this is what he intends to do. "Please sir, I beg for my release, not just for my own benefit, but for the benefit and succor of my parents. My help with my brothers and sisters is invaluable to them." "I will unchain you, and expect to be thanked, profusely for my kindness. But you are not free to leave this room yet. Not until I have entirely satisfied my need for your presence." He removes the manacles and pushes me hard, face down, onto the awaiting bed. "Thank you, My Lord, for releasing me and allowing me to fulfill the needs that you have." "You are a quick learner" he praises me. He reaches forward and tears the thin silk that covers my sex. "Legs wide apart, whore." He orders. I open them as far as I can, and his hand reaches forward, roughly assaulting my sex, rubbing the delicate parts hard. As his hand pulls away, I can feel myself, inside, crying out for more. He places one finger inside my wet hole and I writhe, trying to recreate the sensation that his cock did bring about in me. "Would the desperate whore like more? Would she like to be filled?" he enquires. "Yes, My Lord, please, fill me like you did before. Make me yours, use me as you will." I can feel any self-control I might have had slipping away as he slowly adds more fingers, satisfying my craving whilst at the same time making it flow through me all the more. "Look at that, the slut can take four fingers and less than a week ago, she was untouched, ready to be plucked. At least, that's what I assume from the blood that I took home on my manhood." "Yes, My lord, I was a virgin, I was saving myself for my... husband" And with that shame floods through me, as at the same time as he puts another finger into my cunt, causing it to be stretched, to hurt in a manner similar to the initial penetration from his cock. "And yet, you gave yourself freely to the first man who forced the issue. I could smell what you were the first time I encountered you. That you would let me use you so." And his fingers push deeper, harder, and the pain is turning to a pleasure as he reaches as far as he can inside me. "Your sex is opening to me, like a flower, like the greedy cock devouring hole that it is." And it's true it is, I am pushing myself against his hand in an attempt to get it further in me, to fill me as much I can be filled. And before I know what is happening, he removes it from me, takes it away, leaving me empty, unsatisfied, starving for more. "I don't like cock hungry holes" he informs me, "no doubt I will use it from time to time, fill it like I just have, as well as filling you with my seed, play with you like the toy you will become. But for the most part," and with this, his well lubricated fingers reach for my shithole and push their way in, "I will be using this hole, safe in the knowledge that my penetration of it will be unwillingly received." No, please" I protest, "not there. That is an offence before God." His other hand comes down on my backside, hard, making the marks he has already left, throb with a reawakened burning. "No, please, My Lord" he reminds me. "And I intend to degrade you to the point that heaven will never open its gates for you. And you will, for the most part, enjoy every step along the way." For the third time, today, I feel my eyes stinging with tears as his hand continues to invade my forbidden hole. Two fingers, then three, returning to my cunt every now and then to renew the moisture needed to counteract the dryness. "Now, since this is the first time I have used you like this, I will be gentle and take it slowly. Do not expect the same courtesy in the future. May I suggest you relax? Try breathing in and out slowly, and stop crying. That will do no good to anyone." I breathe as he suggests, allowing my body to slump onto the bed, with no resistance anywhere. He enters my cunt and I relax even more into the joyful sensation of being filled again, but he only moves it in and out a few times, coating himself with the juices from it before withdrawing and setting to poking his large cock up my arse. He pushes and I tense, involuntarily. "Keep relaxed, slut or I will have to force it and neither of us will enjoy that." I breathe in deeply, slowly as he has told me to do and the tension leaves me once again. This time he pushes harder and I feel the head of his cock enter my arse. It hurts, but bearably and he waits until I have once again relaxed myself before pushing further. This process is repeated many times, until he has eventually managed to fill me, to bury his cock in my unholy hole. Which is the point at which, he unleashes his brutality, pulling out most of the way and then ramming himself back in hard. I try to wriggle away but his hands have my hips firmly clasped and my strength is no match for his. But the assault does not last for long, as he is drawn to the point of release by what he is doing far too quickly. He unloads his seed into my with a deep groan of satisfaction, then withdraws and collapses next to me on the bed. "That feels so much better" he smiles at me. I find myself smiling in return, despite the tears streaking my cheeks and the soreness that my lower half seems to consist of. But I am pleased that he is pleased. Satisfied that I have played my role well. He reaches forward and takes me in his arms and for the first time that day, kisses me, intensely, passionately and totally unexpectedly.