0 comments/ 77435 views/ 3 favorites The Lady Giselle Debut Ch. 01 By: Kalista The young girl, barely 18, sat quietly in front of her father, fighting back a desperate urge to fidget. She knew how he despised any sign of such weakness in her. The tight corset pressing into her ribs and the huge skirts of her first 'grown up' evening gown were proving almost too much for the lessons in decorum to curb those hated urges however. Nervously, she bit into her bottom lip - the soft shale pink of the full flesh darkening with the punishment. Her father noted the movement, his grim expression hardening for a moment. "Giselle - do not fidget. You know that I cannot abide that. There, better. You must be the absolute picture of decorum young lady. I'll not have shame on this house because you cannot control your alley urges. Now, stand and let me inspect you. This ball is very important - I shouldn't have to remind you yet again." He folded his hands on the desk before him and waited none too patiently for his young daughter, on the verge of her society debut, to stand for inspection. He carefully studied the upswept reddish gold hair - a scandal that would cause - and the ice pale blue eyes in the creamy perfection of her face. Thank God there were no freckles at least. The sheer gold lace covering the white shantung over the tight bodice showed her young breasts off to perfection - they looked almost ready to fall out of the fashionable yet severely low cut gown. He could not imagine what possessed her chaperone to approve such a gown for her debut. She looked more like a whore than a daughter of the Duke of Falconsridge. The wide skirt, of the same white silk covered with the incredibly sheer gold overlay, now embroidered with golden threads in the design of the fleur de lis at the him, reached to the floor so that her trim ankles and small feet did not show. Thank heavens. Another inch of that pale skin and there would be the worst scandal. She looked perfect. He had to make sure that she stayed that way. "Come here child. I must remind you of how you will behave this evening. Over the desk NOW!" The child trembled in fear. Not NOW! Please! Her escort would be here in MOMENTS! She knew better than to disobey however so she scuffled quickly to lay herself over his desk, the corset digging painfully into her ribs, her breasts all but spilling over his desk. He eyed the pale globes with a gleam of something.. not quite human... in his eyes for a moment. He lifted her skirts up and over her head until only her pale bottom appeared. She wore no drawers - he never allowed them in his house. He said they invited disease and she should allow her body to breathe naturally. Instead tiny lace garters held up sheer white stockings almost up to the delicate curves of her pale ass. "Spread your legs girl. Do not test my patience!" He sharply slapped her bottom, leaving a red weal. She quickly spread her legs as far as they would go. Delftly he pushed a finger up into her dry pussy, feeling for the tissue of her hyman. It was still there, still intact, a prize no man would have until he paid her father dearly for the pleasure. He moved his hand then, digging his fingers into her ass, roughly stretching her. "Have you had a bowel movement today girl?" He barked the question and she nodded her head yes, almost imperceptibly. She had no desire for one of his dreaded enemas. Still, she had no idea what was coming. "Speak child!" He barked at her. She whimpered slightly at the dry digging in her ass, fingers shoved roughly deeper at his barked orders. "Y... ye.. Yes Father..." she managed. He pulled open a drawer and removed two objects. One appeared to be a jar. The other she couldnt see at all. Her father continued to dig and push around in her ass, determined to catch her in a lie had she not had her movement for the day. Finally satisfied, he turned and opened the small jar. Dipping his fingers into it he pulled out a generous dollop of a minty smelling grease before digging again into her tight asshole. She groaned feverishly as he stroked her ass with his fingers, deliberately digging into a spot that he knew would soon... She cried out, cumming, her ass tightening and clamping around his fingers. "There now child, that should keep you relaxed enough to maintain your grace tonight. However now that you're a young lady and must be out in the social arena, you must also..." His words trailed off as he begain preparing the other object. Giselle simply lay there, fighting back the tears that would earn her greater punishment, feeling the hot trickle of her cum juices streaming down her naked thighs, knowing the musky strong smell would carry with her throughout the night. Until this moment, she'd only ever felt his fingers in her ass. The heat of the minted grease always remained with her for hours later, reminding her that her father owned her and controlled her every move. Now she felt him begin to stuff something else up in her ass. She gasped as it began to fill her. It wasnt an enema tube - it was something bigger! Her father grunted in concentration, continuing to stuff the small bladder into her ass. Then, using a small pump he pulled from his desk, he began pumping it up. Larger it grew, using the minted grease to position itself within the tight walls of her ass. She tried to turn to see what he was doing. Noticing her disobedience, he slapped her ass three times hard with his hand, leaving whitening whelts. "Be still child. This is for your own good. It will make you act graciously and keep you from eating every morsal at the tables the way your greedy fat aunts do. You will act with grace and dignity and this will keep you doing so." Finally he finished. The bladder inside her was perhaps the size of a good sized orange, but it certainly made itself known to her virgin asshole. He clamped the bladder off and left the two inch tail knotted outside of her tight pink rosebud. Her father reached back into the desk drawer and withdrew another contraption. She wanted desperately to see what he was doing now, but was afraid to do so. As it was she was having difficulty breathing steadily with the invader in her ass warring with the minted grease on her clit and ass. She felt his large strong hands reach around her waist, brushing her skin. She shuddered with the sensations. Then she heard a slight click and realized what he must have done - a chastity belt of all things!! The broad leather would chafe between her legs, reminding her with every step that she was owned by her father - then would soon be owned by her husband. Her knees went weak and she almost fell at the thought of a lifetime of this treatment. Then she heard a click of another sort and Sampson, the family butler, opened the door of her father's study and stepped in. He saw her there, white creamy ass in a chastity belt with red welts of her father's handprint on the flesh, and smirked a little. "The lady's escort has arrived your grace. Shall I show him in?" Her father stood then, leaving her in the position. "No, show him to the green salon. Giselle will be there in a moment." Giselle sighed her relief, earning herself another healthy slap across the bottom. "Calm yourself Giselle, or I will be forced to keep you home and punish you." With that he pushed her skirts back in order. "Stand and face me." Giselle did as she was commanded, her knees weak, turning to face her father. The bladder in her ass made her belly cramp for a moment but she kept her face a mask of dignity and gentilty, though her eyes were bright with unshed tears of humiliation. Her skin was now flushed red, her cheeks, the tops of her breasts. Her father scrutinized her, finally satisfied with what he saw. He handed her the pale gold shawl draped over his chair. "Do not disgrace me tonight young lady. You know the punishment should you do so." She nodded quietly and lowered her eyes to the floor to follow him out to her escort and to the ball - forcing herself to walk with the fluid grace that had been taught to her from birth. The Lady Giselle Debut Ch. 02 The green salon was aptly named. White silk pleated walls were covered in heavy mirrors and candlesticks of gold. The heavy draperies and two long chaise lounges were of a very expensive hunter green velvet. Gold tassles held back the drapes and the polished oak floor was covered in a white and hunter green persian carpet. The room was specifically designed to portray a cool and ancient dignity - and did so well. Giselle's dignity was crushed beneath the iron fist of her father's will however. She carried herself with the grace he demanded, her face a study of grace and elegance. The heightened flush of her skin over her cheeks and breasts, along with the brightness of tears in her diamond blue eyes however - told the truth to any who dared study her close enough. As she entered the room, she almost stumbled at the shock of who stood there to escort her. "U... Uncle?" she stammered in disbelief. She'd had no idea that she would be escorted to her first ball by her uncle! She was terrified of the man! She would never be able to relax under his eagle eye!! "Yes Giselle. Now close your lovely mouth. You gape like a grounded fish. Some men might take that for an invitation." His voice was as cold as she'd remembered. No surprise there - he'd always treated her as something distasteful he'd found stuck to his shoe. She closed her mouth, a small frown appearing between her arched brows as she caught his implications - her blush deepening. "Giselle, your uncle will escort you tonight. You will obey his every command and remain firmly in his sights tonight or your punishment will be very severe - I can assure you that you have no idea how you will beg for mercy should you disobey him - or me. Do you understand me girl?" Her father's barked commands jerked from her an instinctive nod of her head and a whispered "Yes, Father." Her uncle arched a brow at her, then turned to her father. "Alexander - I trust you have instructed her on her behavior? She'll need to make a very distinct impression tonight if she's to escape her mother's reputation. I will not stain myself with her presence for a moment should she fail to perform." Her father nodded. "She wears a chastity belt. I've even added a special touch of my own to keep her from stuffing herself at the buffet - a suggestion of our friend the Marquis. She is still intact and shall remain so until she is wed and bed. I trust you shall keep her in your sights tonight." Giselle's blush deepened further at being the center of this conversation. She nearly fainted at her uncle's next words. "I smell sex on her Alexander. Are you sure she is intact?" "Yes Marcus - she is. I massaged her ass until she screamed so that she would be compliant for you. Her scent should help attract the young bucks there tonight. I can tell by your trousers that it is a ploy that certainly works." "It is impossible that I should go in this condition brother. Have a maid that I might borrow? This is ridiculous and entirely your fault." Her father laughed - a terrible sound. "On your knees Giselle. You should show your uncle your talents so that he may help me in my plans to wed you well." Giselle simply stook in shock and horror at what her father was implying. Surely not... not this? NOW??? A firm push on her shoulders assured her that she was not mistaken. Marcus laughed. "Ah brother. This will certainly do." Her father settled on a couch nearbye and sipped his brandy, sucking on his cigar, as he watched his daughter plead with him with her eyes to release her of this duty. Seeing no quarter given, she turned to her uncle, looking up with shame and humiliation in her eyes. "Open your mouth Giselle. You know your place well." Giselle obeyed, breathing deeply even as she spread her knees as far apart as she could, locking her hands behind her neck. At the arching of her back her nipples finally pulled free of the tight restraint of the corsets and obscenely low neckline. The coolness of the night air caused them to pucker and Giselle's breath caught in her throat. She arched her head up to her uncle and opened her mouth a little, her tongue flickering out to wet her lips. Her uncle's hands wound into the complexity of her coifed hair, pulling pins and pearls free even as he pushed his cock down into her throat harshly. Giselle fought the reflex to gag - knowing the punishment that would await her for that. She forced her throat to relax and open - a talent she'd built over the last weeks of her life with her father since her 18th birthday. Her uncle's harsh groan assured her that she'd succeeded well. "I dont have time to play little childslut. Suck me... earn your buffet for the night..." Tugging harshly on her hair he began fucking her throat in earnest, bruising her from the inside. She fought to keep the saliva in her mouth so that her throat wouldnt go dry. Her eyes rolled back in her head even as she used the muscles in her throat to milk to intruding length of the 9" of his manhood. Tears streamed out of her eyes, unnoticed by the man whispering, groaning, commanding her every move even as he roughly shoved himself deeper into her. "Your father has trained you so well little cumbucket... suck me.. drain my cock... what a hungry little cocksucking slut you are... " he continued, harder into her throat until he exploded, sending gobs and gobs of his hot thick seed down into her belly. It coated her tongue, easing down over the bruised walls of her throat, filling her belly with its heat and weight. She continued sucking until he pulled from her. Even still she licked her tongue out over to clean the slowly lowering cockhead, licking out even the tiny pearl drops from the tip. She swallowed, and licked her lips, leaving a wet sheen of his cum to gloss her darkly pink lips, now swollen and bruised from the throat fucking he'd given her. She realized then that more streams of her own juices had leaked down her thighs, wetting the leather between her legs and no doubt leaving the lace of her garters soaked. "Yes brother - you have done well in her training. With her cherry still intact - she will fetch a high price for you on the marriage block. Soon she will grow heavy with the future Duke of Falconsridge. Call her maid now to clean her. We must be leaving." Her father simply chuckled, a harsh sound coming from him. "Rise little slut and go to your room. I'll send Cecilia around to correct your hair. Be on your bed when she arrives." "Yes, Father," she whispered - hoarse now. She climbed the steps, feeling the aching and wetness between her legs. Still, she walked gracefully, the grace bred into her evident even in her worst misery. The Lady Giselle Debut Ch. 03 The Lady Giselle made her way gingerly up the stairs - her body thoroughly aching from the abuse of her father and uncle earlier. The taste of her uncle's cum still coated her tongue and throat and the aching in her ass reminded her none too gently of her father's 'calming' therapy. Each step was a humiliation - the sopping wetness coating her inner thighs was proof enough of her inability to control her body. It was no wonder her father constantly cursed her for the fidgiting, the restlessness, her complete lack of self control. A slow tear slipped down the soft pale velvet rose petal of her cheek and dropped into the carpet even as she raised a tiny slippered foot to crush it into the carpet with her next step. Her fingers were fisted into her skirts to keep them from hindering her climb, yet still she stumbled, bruising her shins on the oak steps. For a moment she considered staying there, giving over to the urge to wail out her hurt and humilation. An inner strength, a dignity she wasn't even aware of, pushed her to her feet and compelled her into her bedroom where her maid waited for her. "Giselle! What have you done to your lovely hair?!" Her maid's lilting French accent raised in surprise actually caused Giselle to startle. Large eyes, already brimming with unshed tears riveted on the girl and even as she caught the expression in her Lady's eyes, Cecilia knew that Alexander had been abusing the girl again. It tormented Cecilia to see her lovely girl this way, but there was nothing she could do. "Oh child.. come, sit, I'll make it all well again. No, be still, let me pull out all of the pins and begin again. Ah.. my work... it was so lovely... Now it will be lovely again... Be still child... no, dont cry, it will ruin your lovely face..." The maid continued talking soothingly to the girl even as she removed each of the tiny diamond and pearl pins holding the mass of red gold tresses. She continued, stroking Giselle's hair into an upsweep of curls fit for the royalty that she was. When she was finished she gently led the girl over to the bed and pushed her gently back over the bed to lay down. Giselle sighed, relaxing at last under the ministrations of the loving maid. Giselle gently pushed the girls skirts up overthe girls hips. She gasped in surprise at the chastity belt and tiny knotted tube coming from the girls swollen rosebud. She stroked her fingertips over it, causing a delicate shudder beneath her fingertips. She cooed ever so gently to the girl before pushing her knees as far apart as she comfortably could. Rising, the maid went over to the fire and prepared a tiny bowl of warm rosewater and brought it back over to gently wash away the slick wetness coating Giselles pale thighs. Then she gently pushed the cloth beneath the the leather of the belt, stroking the girls pussy ever so gently with the warm wet cloth, feeling her quake and sigh. "Its ok Giselle.. relax.. no, don't close your knees my darling, let me bathe you, thats it.. relax my baby girl.. " Even as Cecilia whispered the words the warmth of her breath caressed the girl, causing her breath to catch in gasps and sighs, her fingers to curl into the covers, her hips to push out against the warmth and stroking. Rising tides of passion rolled through her stomach, causing her nipples to harden and again jut out from the tight bodice of the gown. Tiny whimpers turned into pleading whispers, Giselle's breath catching in her throat even as her tongue licked out, tasting again her uncle's cum coating her lips. The maids finger slipped up into the soaking tight wetness of the girl's pussy, stroking around, tugging for a moment on the jewel within before slipping out to push into the tight rosebud of her ass along beside the filled bladder there. Gently she pushed in another finger, stroking and swirling even as the cloth continued its warm massage of her clit. The girl's body spasmed and arched, bucking against the cloth and her maids fingers as she gasped and begged for mercy. Finally Cecilia pulled the cloth away, once again stroking it across her inner thighs where new juices glistened. "There now my child, you're all clean. Stand. Yes my little love, you're quite lovely..." Her soft hands stroked over the bodice of the gown, pulling it over to just barely hide the jutting nipples. Giselle jumped as the maid's nail scraped gently over the dark coral rosebuds, her breath catching again in her throat. "Hurry child, your uncle is waiting for you. Make your father proud my little love. I will be here waiting for you when you return..." Giselle, eyes wide with fear, quickly hugged her beloved maid and turned to swirl out of the room, descending the staircase with a floating grace that was even pleasing to the hardened falcons awaiting her. The Lady Giselle Debut Ch. 04-05 Chapter 4 Giselle floated down the oak stairs, her chin tilted up at an angle as she noted her father and uncle's careful regard of her appearance. She knew the ivory and gold gown was fashionable - in the wide skirts and indecent neckline - heaven forbid an inch of her ankle show but her breasts were almost laid out on a golden platter for any man to suckle at a buffet. Her father, Alexander, the Duke and Lord of Falconsridge, appraised her as a potential source of income - for he would demand a brideprice for her. Her uncle, the Devil Lord of Devon, appraised her as he thought she would look beneath him on the green velvet chaise lounge beside him - screaming, pale, marks of his belt decorating her creamy flesh even as he raped the deliciously tight ass even now gently swaying towards him. He wondered how long after her husband ruined the wedding sheets would he be able to live out that particular fantasy and felt his cock leap and harden in hope. "Come girl" he gently intoned, offering his arm, an evil smile revealing sharp white teeth turning his face into a monstrous mask that so frightened Giselle that she stumbled in hesitation. Her father, sensing the betraying step, shoved her roughly into the arms of her uncle, storming at her "Giselle if you can't even step how will you ever dance! Do *not* betray me tonight with your stupidity! Marcus I expect a full accounting of her every move. Do not allow her out of your sight or I shall flail her within an inch of her stupid life." Alexander simply smiled wider. "Calm yourself brother. This tiny golden morsal shall remain safe and well until she is wed. After that however, I cannot be held responsible for her... safety..." Giselle's heart stopped for a moment, knowing in her heart what he meant and almost shrieking at him to let her go. Instead he gently placed her hand again on his forearm and turned to the foyer to lead her to the black coach awaiting them at the door. Giselle turned for one last glance at her father, pleading with him with her eyes for a moment... seeing in his face only the loss of her hope and humanity at last. With a strangled sigh of resignation and a building awareness that her survival depended entirely on her dignity, she turned a stoney, yet ethereal face towards the door and her future. Chapter 5 The ball was truly more than Giselle could have imagined or dreamed about. Women... young girls and old matrons... were draped in the finest gowns to be had from Paris, Milan and London. Diamonds, pearls, emeralds, rubies, and other sparkling jewelry fell in a sparkling array from upswept hair, lily white throats, weighted ears, waving hands. The gentlemen were hanging around those jewels as well - protecting that which was theirs, seeking to steal away that which wasn't. Giselle's ice blue eyes surveyed the scene - taking in every detail, determined to find a joyful memory to keep with her forever. She was in awe of the array of color - every flamboyant shade imaginable was in the room. Almost on cue their arrival was announced in the deep toning voice of the somberly garbed servant at the top of the stairs. Immediately dozens of pairs of curious glinting eyes turned to them - hungry for a glance of the Duke's daughter - so long in seclusion - finally making her society debut. The women - most of them, turned almost immediately away - seeing the beauty for what it was - a challenge to their position - only to glare angrily at their male escorts - who were unable to tear their gazes from the new arrivals. That titan hair... the ice blue eyes - the pale creamy rose of the skin - the lush perfect breasts spilling from the cream and gold gown... She was a striking beauty. Her success was immediately ensured. Even as they descended the stairs, the younger and bolder of the gentlemen came forward - seeking introductions and approval of her uncle for a dance. Not all of the men came in such a crush. The older men simply ogled from their padded benches. One man... older but not old, incredibly tall, hardened by jungles and sea air, watched the event from lowered brows, lips moving only slightly in consideration. His large head tilted, studying the girl, jade green eyes glinted. A long dark finger rubbed thoughtfully across his jawline and over his mouth - almost as though he were trying to taste her in the air. The french blonde standing only inches in front of him and to his right said something - obviously for the second time - trying to recapture his attention. He looked down at her and grinned, realizing her jealousy for what it is. "Leave me cunt." he commanded softly. The blonde, her face paling then reddening in humiliation - knowing several around them had heard, turned sharply on her slippered heel and disappeared through the tall french doors to the balcony beyond. The gentleman watched closely as the couple made its way to the bottom of the stairs, speaking quietly in greeting to those around them. The older man... the girl's uncle if memory served... introduced the young lady to their hosts, then in turn to those surrounding them. One bold young man offered his elbow to the girl and after a slight nod from the uncle, the young lady was led towards the ballroom floor. Pushing himself away from the wall, the gentleman leisurely strolled over to the devil lord, pausing for a moment before accepting a glass of champagne from a passing servant. He tasted it for a moment, thinking how the pale gold of the champagne reminded him of the girl's gown before stepping foward. "Hello Marcus," he drawled casually, smirking. Marcus paled, eyes widening in shock before giving way to a smile and slight bow of greeting. "By God, Tristan, what brings you here?? Surely this sort of thing isn't your normal... pleasure." Tristan, Marquis de Loup Sanglant, chuckled quietly. "I have at last been brought, against my will mind you, to entertain the idea of marriage. I thought I would come to see what morsals England has to offer this season. I noticed that you brought in une belle cerise - how much is she?" "She too is on the marriage block - offered by my brother Alexander. You have to actually wed that one to bed that one my friend. Her father places a high value on her." He looked over at Giselle again, watching her dance gracefully with yet another approved partner. "Her father will allow no suit that doesnt include well funded marriage contracts. He seeks to shore up his own estates before passing them along and won't allow them to go to someone who cant afford to pay dearly for the priviledge. Her virginity comes at a price more dear than many will be able to entertain. But his estates are well worth it. Her cherry will ensure that price." Tristan tilted his head in consideration. "Tell her father to draw up the contracts and I'll meet with him tomorrow at 10." Alexander arched a brow. "Dont you wish to know her name? To even meet the chit?" Tristan smiled quietly. "Tell her father I'll slay him... and her... with my bare hands should she fail me in any way. Take her home now. She is mine and I'll have none other touch her." The older man nodded thoughtfully. "You're sure?" The marquis only arched a brow. "When have you ever known me to waffle at a decision old friend?" The uncle nodded, then crushed his own hopes for the lovely ass raping scene he'd been fantasizing. He knew Tristan all to well to know the death threat was no idle one. He looked around for Giselle but did not see her at first. When he finally spied the titan head sitting comfortably close on a bench with a young fop without two cents to rub together he became enraged and took a step towards the girl. Tristan only took his elbow. "I will handle this friend. From this moment on her punishements are my own to mete out. Remind her father of that tonight as well." Tristan was no fool - he knew the men could well scar the girls flesh and he wanted his bride perfect in every way. He turned then and walked to the girl with a determined stride. When he reached her side he merely stood there for a moment, determining whether or not to kill the youth sitting there first or command Giselle to leave first. Instead he smirked when he realized what the children were discussing. "But I looked! For hours I walked towards it, but then it just disappeared. If there *had* been a pot of gold there I would have found it!!" Giselle simply blinked at her new friend's enthusiasm. Randolph... she believe he'd said his name was Randolph, was barely two months older than she was and they'd spent the better part of the last twenty minutes trying to prove to one another whether or not pots of gold really resided at the ends of rainbows. "Giselle, come with me now." Tristan spoke softly, not wanting to spook the girl but wanting to ensure that she obeyed his commands without question. Giselle looked up at him, arching a brow in question. She glanced around, worridly, looking for her uncle. "Giselle, I will not ask again. Come with me now or I shall have to punish you here in front of your new friends." The girl quickly stood, her face surprised and anxious. She turned then to her friend and gave a small wave before placing her hand on the proffered elbow of the tall man at her side now. He walked her out to the balcony, where there were fewer people, and around a corner of the house where the night air was so close and dark that Giselle had to literally cling to the arm of the man who'd as much as kidnapped her from the ball only yards away. She turned to him in question, looking up, trying to read his eyes. She remained silent, waiting. "Giselle your purpose in coming to this ball tonight was to find a husband suitable for you and your father. I will be paying your brideprice to your father tomorrow and in a few short weeks I will be your husband and master. Do you understand?" The girl nodded - her brain trying to come to grips with this sudden development. "Giselle, I cannot hear your brain rattle. From this moment on you will address me as Master when we are alone and Lord Sanglant in public. Do you understand me?" The girl nodded quickly, then when she saw the flair of anger in his eyes, quickly squeaked out "Yes, Master." At his nod of satisfaction she relaxed only for a moment. "I will come to sign the contracts at 10 tomorrow morning. At 11 I shall expect you to receive me in your private parlor. Wear nothing, I wish to see what I am purchasing." Quickly he reached up and tugged her bodice down so that her barely covered breasts sprang free. He pinched each nipple, twisting them, watching her face pale then redden. He waited to see what, if anything, she said to this treatment. At her horrified whisper "Yes, Master" he nodded. He'd thought, but wasn't sure, that her father had been training her. He was pleased to see that she at least had the rudimentary basics he would require. He leaned down then to suckle on each nipple and felt her sway towards him. "Are you a virgin Giselle?" he whispered harshly. "Yes, Master.." she moaned close to his ear. "Good... until tomorrow then." When Giselle opened her eyes he was gone, her bodice was still tugged below her breasts, and the youth she'd been speaking to earlier was standing there, eyes as wide as the moon behind him.