7 comments/ 106784 views/ 2 favorites Expelled By: Jack T. Ladd (Second part of ‘The House of Sophie De Frontenac’) The doorbell rang out its dull alarm, rousing Sophie from her manipulative thoughts on how to remove her servant, Abigail, from the arms of her newfound love, and take him into her own arms. She watched jealously as Abigail scurried out of her room to attend to whoever was calling. She was feeling almost content, the sex-scent of the recently departed young man was still upon her, she savoured it along with the emptiness within her, her hunger, not yet returned. She knew it would, and soon. She looked forward to it with a mixture of dread and excitement. Sex was her opium. It dulled her to the reality of her life, a life she had chosen willingly and indeed took great pleasure from, but she always wanted more. More than the men that she knew so briefly could give her. Always more. She felt again that knot harden inside her and twist. She hated Abigail her love. Hated her easy ability to love. She slid her hands down over the round softness of her body and across the dampness of her sex. Then she wrapped the silk dressing gown tightly around herself impatiently, almost as if the thin material could form a barrier against her uncomfortable insights. She brushed aside her thoughts. She was not weak, not like Abigail, and she would not be a fool like her either. Love was for fools. “Mistress, Mr Cornwallis is here, and asks permission to see you” Abigail announced, returning from answering the door. “Mr Cornwallis? At this hour?” Sophie was surprised, George Cornwallis, her husband’s friend rarely called unannounced. He was such an aloof old man, in his sixties and seemingly uninterested in her or her charms, and that irritated her. She had no desire to seduce him of course, he was far too old and ugly, but most men she knew, old or young, she could mould to her whims and bidding. Not so George. She wondered nastily if he maybe preferred boys. She disliked him and rightly suspected the feeling was mutual, though he was always far too careful to allow his feelings to be easily read. She treated him with respect however. And he was never less that courteous to her. He was a powerful politico who had some serious contacts that her husband valued. She was not properly dressed to see him, she knew, but then, that might just give her an advantage over the old goat. She might be dressed in a way that just might disarm him. She smiled inwardly and decided to see if he could succumb. “Show him in” Abigail eyes opened in surprise, “Mistress?” “Show him in… now please!” Sophie repeated to the shocked girl, who then nodded and turned to do as she was instructed. “Mr Cornwallis” Abigail announced with a little embarrassment as she showed him into Sophie’s bedchamber. before quickly retreating out of the room. George Cornwallis was only slightly surprised at being sent into her bedchamber, the antics of this despicable woman no longer really shocked him. Nevertheless, when she turned around to greet him, the sight of her obviously nude body, barely hidden by her flimsy gown, made him draw in a slight gasp of shock. The silk gown clung to her form like a second skin. Her long hair was down and tousled, resting heavily and luxuriously upon her shoulders. The dark almond of her eyes challenged him openly, while the hint of a smile played upon her lips, daring him to look where he should not. But he could not prevent a quick and admiring glance sweep over her body, his almost automatic male reaction to her, annoying him even as he did so, for he was instantly aware it weakened his position, as he also knew was her plan. He cursed him self silently, for she had wrong footed him again. Sophie did not miss his glance, however quick he was to replace it with a neutral expression. She had seen it clearly, and it was real. Once more she felt that sense of empowerment. So, he was a man after all. She saw her advantage and pressed it home. “George, such a pleasant surprise!” She said as she walked over to him, leaning against him provocatively as she kissed each of his cheeks, making sure as she did so that the soft press of her breasts made themselves felt upon his body. He responded stiffly and formally, trying desperately to ignore that other stiffness springing unbidden within his pants. He was suddenly confused, shocked at his bodies response and at the same time unsure in that very peculiar and English way, about how to respond to such intimate French customs. “Madam De Frontenac, always a pleasure” he told her with a cold smile and in such a way that she knew she would clearly recognise as false. Sophie took the barbed compliment at face value and offered him a seat, which he then, with some relief, took. She sat down opposite him, crossing her legs and allowing the dressing gown to slip slightly open, allowing a generous portion of her long legs to be visible, though this time, his eyes did not waver from her face. “Madam,” George began, his tone serious. “Tomorrow you leave for Tunisia?” “Yes, for four months?” “No, madam, not for four months, for as long as you like” Sophie was surprised. “What do you mean?” George looked at her, fixing her with his cold eyes. “I am offering you a solution, Madam, and you may take or leave it as you wish, for you to leave these shores for a climate more suited to your, ahem, well, desires, shall we say?” Now it was the turn of Sophie to look surprised. “A solution?” She said a little confused. “I don’t approve of you or your carnal activities, Madam, and in truth, I do not really care. What I do care about however, is when your activities impinge on my business, which they are now in danger of doing.” He paused to drive home the seriousness of what he was saying. “So, in deference to my friend, your husband, I want you to leave England, live wherever you like, just as long as it is not here” Sophie stared at him in open fury. “How dare you speak to me in such a way!” Sophie rose from her chair raising her hand to slap this insolent man and brought it down with as much force as she could - but he grasped her wrist in a flash and held her immobile, inches from his face. She spat at him then, the white spittle running down his face. “Let go of me!” She hissed, squirmed ineffectually against his surprising strength. He growled at her, the menace clear in his voice. She stopped struggling, struck by the malevolence suddenly revealed. “Madam, don’t underestimate me, if you choose to stay, you will, I assure you, lose everything! But, take my offer, and I will pay you well, you will want for nothing, just agree to do as I suggest!” Sophie was not listening, and her fury erupted. “Fuck you, you bastard!” Sophie spat at him again, making him blink as her saliva splashed into his eyes. He hit her then, hard, his fist clenched. The wet sound of bone on flesh echoed sickeningly around the room as Sophie’s head snapped back from the force of the vicious blow. She fell to the floor, her gown falling open. Cornwallis felt no pity for her, his hatred boiled over as he lost control, his lust inflamed, he felt himself consumed. Reaching down, he grabbed a fistful of her long hair, twisting the soft strands around his knarled hand, violently pulling her head back up and into his face. “Fuck me, eh? Well, you bitch, that’s a damned good idea!” he snarled at her, pulling her by the hair towards the bed. Lifted off the floor by her hair, hard and sharp, caused her to cry out from the pain, as he threw her down upon the bed. As she fell, a well-aimed kick lashed out, but he knocked her leg away easily. He was too strong she realised, a cold fear enveloping her. She felt hot blood, her blood, trickle down her face, the bitter taste was also in her throat, as she saw him unbuttoning his fly. Afraid now, she made a rush to escape, but again and without mercy, his fist knocked her a stunning blow back onto the bed. Pain blurred her senses, but despite this, she could feel his rough old hands upon her, twisting her like a rag doll, just as easily but without any hint of gentleness, over on to her front. Turning her head back to look at him, she could see that he already had his cock free of his pants, the thick dark stalk jutting eagerly from his pants, its head wet and glistening, hard and erect. Her nakedness, designed to intimidate, had now been turned against her she realised. She was at his mercy. His face was fixed, an awful determination upon his features, his eyes did not see her and could only see his lust, his desire to subjugate this woman who had dared to challenge him. He was beyond reasoning, far beyond her power now, as his lust took him over. She knew she could not stop him from raping her. He was too strong, too determined, as the blood in her throat reminded her and the pain in her broken nose knifed through her. He looked down at her then, and snarled as he saw her look, still defiant, still mocking him. He slapped his hand across her face, his fingers leaving rough red welts upon her cheek. Her face now hidden, he took her hips and pulled her roughly up to meet his hard erection as he stood at the side of her bed. He shoved the wet and leaking head of his cock at her small anus, ignoring her sex intently and deliberately. She deserved nothing but pain he had decided. Sophie tried to escape the startling and bludgeoning attack upon her ass, desperately trying to withdraw away from the blunt hard mass hammering now at her tight opening. She clenched herself hard against its entry to her, and he pushed vainly against her, unable to penetrate. Denied, he became ever more furious in his attempts, pulling her to him, pushing his cock at her. Unable to push himself into her, he angrily thrust one hand down, hard along her sex, which he found still moist from her recent congress, and pushed two, then three fingers deep inside her. He laughed in an ugly manner as he felt her writhe and scream against this sudden new intrusion. She tried to escape his hand and fingers raping her, but instead found herself responding hotly and wetly to his probing fingers. Despite herself, a groan of pleasure escaped her lips. He heard it and laughed. “You really are a slut!” he shouted at her in triumph as he felt her hot juices flow over his fingers as she now pressed against him. Hearing him, she caught herself, cursing her own body for responding to him so openly. She struggled to avoid him then, using all her strength to escape. But he held her contemptuously with an almost superhuman strength - the strength of anger and lust. Then he thrust one now wet and slick index finger into her anus, deeply working her open, using her own wetness to do so. Then two fingers penetrated her as she cried out once more at the new harsh pain. But it was as nothing compared to the onslaught of his thick cock, which now pushed its way into inexorably and insistently into her, stretching her with its hard demanding intrusion. Sophie fought as best she could, but it only caused more pain, and she relaxed then, accepting the inevitable, trying to avoid further physical damage to her body from this cruel rape. She promised him her terrible revenge. But all thoughts of revenge vanished as a blinding pain shot through her as he burst past her resistance, burying himself fully in her burning entrails. Sophie screamed - burying her face into the pillow, grasping the sheets, biting and tearing at the expensive cloth, anything to distract her mind from the terrible pain in her ass as he drove into her, fucking her viciously. Cornwallis felt his cock slip past her sphincter at last, heard her scream satisfyingly at his final and deep penetration. He felt her spasm around his shaft as he drove deeply into her, uncaring of the agony his cock was inducing. He waited only for a long second, luxuriating in the feeling of the tight ring of heat around his desperately hard penis, now at last fully and deeply within her. Then he began to move, began to fuck her as he felt she deserved to be fucked, hard and without any mercy, feeling or guilt. The bitch deserved this he felt, and he thrust into her, hard and violently, slamming into her tortured anus, her cries rising above the slapping of his balls against her lovely but now painfully abused ass. Faster and faster, in frenzy now he threw himself at her, wanting to split her, tear her apart with his cock. He pulled her onto him, again and again, meeting his thrusts as he fucked her deeply and without feeling. He could feel the growing expansion in his cock as he built towards his climax, his balls tightening under him as he came closer to release. Then he came quickly and in a shout of release, his cock jumping inside her as he burst deep inside, flooding her, her dry passage now suddenly slick with his cum, as he continued to move himself in her, fucking her further as he softened slowly. Sophie endured the terrible rape, the pain, the humiliation, what else could she do but endure? She would survive this. The pain ravaged her, tore at her as he invaded her entrails, but then, at last she had felt him erupt within her, felt the stinging sensation of his cum now sooth her ravaged passage as his thrusting slowed, and he softened at last, falling from her. The pain remained as he withdrew and she curled up into a ball, hugging her body to herself, once more her own. She looked up at him with stinging defiance, he may have had her, raped her, but he had not cowed her. They stared at each other for a long second, before he released her, putting himself back inside his pants slowly, smugly, as if nothing had happened. Sophie spun around then, her fury and shame, impotent against him, she knew his threat was in deadly earnest. She really had no option, but she would not give him the pleasure of an easy victory, over her body maybe, but not over of her! “Get out!” She whispered to him, her fury tightly suppressed. “Get out of here!” If he was frightened of her, he gave no clue. “I have already made arrangements, we have no need to meet again, good day to you, Madam!” With that, he turned on his heel and walked out of the room, leaving her to her fury and humiliation Abigail sat in the darkness of the spy-room where she had watched secretly the rape of her mistress. She could have summoned help. She could have saved her. But she didn’t and she smiled. (Thank you for reading this story, I do welcome any comments, chapter three will follow soon..) Expelled From the Garden of Eden Becky Adamcyzk walked into Sitwell’s and looked around the crowded coffeehouse for her cyber lover. ‘Cyber lover,’ she thought with a mirthless chuckle. ‘Adam’ was the closest thing she’d had to any kind of lover in over three years, possibly longer if you considered the loveless marriage she had endured for years before her bitter divorce. She spied an apple in the middle of a table in the back of the busy room. Glancing around to verify it was not some sort of table decoration first, Becky cautiously approached the secluded table. Under the apple was a piece of paper with Eve written across the front in a bold script. Taking a seat at the table, she opened the letter with a shaky hand. If you’re here you’re ready to take the next step, ready to live your fantasies. Ready to do all the things we talked about, feel the things that we only imagined. “Are you ready for it, Eve?” A husky voice whispered from behind her. His warm breath against her ear sent a flood of desire throughout her body. Becky made a move to turn, but his hands on her shoulders stopped her. “Do you want me Eve?“ With infinite gentleness he sucked her lobe between his teeth, slowly worrying the lobe between his teeth. “Yes.” She moaned, her head tilting to the side to allow him easier access. His crafty tongue danced along the shell of her ear. His left hand slid down to subtly caress the underside of her breast. “Are you willing to give in to that desire now, no matter what?” This was the point of no return. She could stop this madness now. But she didn’t have the strength to resist her irrational longing for him. “Yes.” She hissed, shuddering as his fingers brushed lightly over her nipple. “Close your eyes, sweetheart.” He urged, his hands falling away from her. ‘This is it.’ She thought, her heart racing. ‘The moment of truth.’ To Becky the wait seemed interminable. What would he say? What would he think of her? Unable to wait another moment she opened her eyes, only to discover she was alone at the table again. Her eyes fell on the apple again, which now had a bite missing from it. Underneath was a hotel room key card annotated simply with Holiday Inn Room 319. Smiling, she sunk her teeth into the succulent fruit where he had bitten into it, savoring what the evening had in store for them. ****************** The light flashed green and she pulled the card out before twisting the handle and pushing the door open. She stepped into the room and the door closed behind her, plunging her into total darkness. Her hand reached out tentatively in the dark to search the wall for a light switch. “Let’s leave them off for now.” His voice was a husky whisper and he was standing behind her again, his hands helping her out of her jacket. Becky’s skin tingled as his fingers slid down her arms. “But I want to—“ “In good time.” He promised, moving away from her for a moment to hang up her jacket. “Will you trust me, Eve?” His fingers were against her cheek, gently caressing her. “I, uh, yes.” She conceded in a breathy whisper. If he wanted control of the situation, she’d let him have it. Becky felt the cool brush of silk against her skin, felt the press of the fabric over her eyes. “I want to make every one of your fantasies come true Eve.” He murmured as he fastened the scarf around her eyes. “Do you remember the first time we talked? What you confessed to me that you wanted?” “Yes.” Her voice hitched in her throat as she recalled their first conversation. She had confessed to Adam that she had always wanted to be blindfolded and taken by a stranger. The thought of her secret lover doing the things to her that she had admitted on their first encounter made her weak with need. “I’m going to do that.” He promised, his hands now working slowly down the button closure of her blouse. “I’m going to do all of the things that you told me about, the things no one else has ever done to you.” She felt his tongue lick her nipple right through her bra. The wet lace rubbed enticingly over the rock-hard tips. She slid her hands into his silky hair, holding him close to her breasts, silently urging him to continue. He pushed her blouse off her shoulder and dropped it to the floor before switching his attention to her other nipple, treating it to the same sweet torture. His hands found the zipper at the side of her skirt and slowly eased it down and off of her. Adam laid a gentle string of kisses across her collarbone, working his way up to her chin. He paused for a moment when his exploring hands ran over her garter belt. She could feel him smile against her cheek. “The garter belt?” Becky gave a jerky nod. “I thought—“ But anything else she might say was swallowed up when his mouth covered hers. His tongue gently probed her mouth, brushing tentatively against hers. She had been longing for this moment seemingly forever, but until their tongues actually met and danced the age-old lover’s dance did she fully understand the depth of her need for him. As the kiss deepened she was reassured that what she did here tonight was the right thing. Adam unfastened her bra and eased her out of it, adding it to a growing pile of clothes on the floor. Again his mouth sought out her nipples, sucking each into his mouth in turn, biting on the hard tips before laving them lovingly with his tongue. He ground against her and she could feel his throbbing cock pulsing against her through his jeans. Without her realizing it he had moved them to the bed and gently laid her down on the cool sheets. A light clicked on somewhere in the room and a soft glow filtered under the scarf covering her eyes. She could hear him removing his clothes before easing down on the bed next to her. “Your body is so beautiful.” He said softly, his hand gliding over her fevered flesh. “I’ve looked at your pictures a thousand times, imagining this moment.” His hands moved over the top of her thigh high nylons, following them to the inside of her upper thigh. The backs of his fingers grazed feather light over her pubic mound. “But this evening is for you, not for me.” He stopped his leisurely inspection and moved away from her. She ached with unfulfilled longing. His weight shifted off the bed for a moment before he returned and she could feel him hovering over her. When she felt the first brush of ice over her nipple she arched off the bed in response to the icy fire chasing through her veins. He followed up the cold with a slow, hot lick of his tongue and she felt a rush of moisture between her legs. With agonizing slowness he slid the ice across her chest and lapped at the cool puddle in the valley between her breasts before moving on to her other nipple. He then skimmed the ice down her torso, allowing the water to pool in her navel for an agonizing moment before darting his tongue in and licking up the water collected there. “Oh, Hunney, that is so good.” Adam’s hands now urged her legs apart and she felt herself growing wet with anticipation. He lightly slid the ice cube against her hot, aching folds and slowly circling her clit, not quiet touching it. When his tongue reached out and wrapped around her throbbing bud she almost climbed out of her skin. He held her in place as he slid what was left of the cube into her pussy, followed by his finger pushing it in deeper. “You taste incredible.” His tongue moved down to replace his finger at the entrance of her pussy, sucking eagerly at the cool liquid pouring from her. Her control slipped as his tongue probed deeper and she came for him in a heated rush of sticky cum that he eagerly consumed, leaving her a shuddering mess. He crawled back up the bed and kissed her again, allowing her to taste her salty essence. Becky reached her hand out and wrapped it around his cock, sliding slowly down his rigid length. “I seem to remember there being more to my fantasy.” She reminded him in a seductive voice. Distracted, his thumb moved in aimless circles over her distended nipples. “But I wanted to please you.“ “This will please me, Hunney.” She insisted, sliding her hand back up his smooth cock, her thumb caressing the velvety head. A groan erupted from somewhere deep inside of him as she rolled over his body and slithered down until she was poised over the cock in her hand. Still blindfolded, she used her tongue to explore him. She slowly licked and suckled, learning what pleased him most. At last her lips wrapped around the head of his penis and gently sucked him into her mouth, her tongue gliding over the purple tip. Adam buried his fingers in her hair and pushed her down and urged her to take more of his cock in her mouth. Becky took all of his cock into her mouth, sucking eagerly. How many nights had she laid in her lonely bed dreaming of this moment, imagining how he would feel in her mouth, how he would taste? Her husband had had ‘issues’ with blow jobs and would never let her perform fellatio on him. That she now had such a willing partner was an incredible turn on for her. “Uhm…Oh, yeah…Mmmmmm…Eve, I’ve got to stop right now or I’m going to cum in your mouth.” He tried to pull away but she held him in place, eager to taste the forbidden fruit that had so long been denied her. She increased her suction and started to move in sharp quick movements over his cock. The taste of his pre-cum fueled her to suck harder, work faster, until he was holding her head down and shooting a hot load into her mouth. She swallowed the thick wad of cum, savoring his salty essence and marveling at his still erect status. Up until this moment she had believed that one night with him would be enough to satisfy her needs. Now she wasn’t sure she would ever have enough of him. At last he shifted out from under her and gently helped her to lie face down on to the bed. “I think I owe you a massage or two.” He said, his leg sliding across her back as he straddled her ass. His hands gently wrapped around her shoulders and his fingers tenderly sunk into her flesh. “Oh, so tense.” He murmured in her ear, pressing a kiss to the lobe. The feeling of his hard chest pressed to her back, his cock nestled snuggly between her ass cheeks brought on another rush of desire. His strong fingers dug into her tight trapezius muscles and slowly worked out the knots there. Becky moaned softly, feeling anything but relaxed as his hands worked over her body. His fingertips touched her intimately under the guise of a massage, his erection working in a slow, steady pace down her slit and back up to where the head of his cock would just catch on her bottom side. She didn’t know whether to encourage him to continue or beg him to stop this sweet torture. By the time he rolled her over to massage her front she was a quivering puddle of desire beneath him. He spread her legs and nestled his cock at the outer rim of her pussy, just the head thrusting in when he leaned forward to massage her aching breasts. Slowly he circled the tender nipples, never quite touching them. His continued subtle thrusting into her cunt, never quite far enough in for her to lock around him, was making her wild with desire. After what seemed like an eternity, he rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger and Becky knew it was time to start begging. “Hunney, if you don’t quit teasing me like that I’m going to go out of my mind.” “Oh, we can’t have that.” He agreed, easing his cock from her pussy and moving to the end of the bed to massage her feet. Becky squealed in frustration, clawing at the sheets as his hands slowly traveled up her leg. “You are so cruel.” She protested, propping herself up on her elbows despite the fact that she couldn’t see beyond her silken blindfold. “And here I only wanted to please you.” He teased, his hands now working her upper thighs, his fingers occasionally brushing over her clit. “What would please me right now more than anything would be to feel your cock buried deep inside of me and you pounding into me, filling me with your cum.” She explained, her voice cracking tellingly when he slid his index finger into her pussy for one long, tempting stroke. “Say it, Eve.” He ordered softly, repositioning himself between her legs, poised and ready to sink into her upon her command. “Fuck me, Baby.” She pleaded, pumping up to meet his downward drive, finally feeling him plunging deeply into her. His cock seemed to swell inside of her. Every thrust pounded her into the meager hotel mattress. Adam was fucking like a man possessed, putting his all into every thrust. She could feel his balls slapping furiously against her ass and felt him tense on the edge of his orgasm. “That’s right, Baby. Cum for Momma.” Becky urged, her pussy contracting around his swollen cock, her own orgasm raging through her. He paused for a brief moment, tearing at her blindfold to look into her eyes as he came hot and deep inside his mother. The moment he was done he pulled away and flopped onto the bed next to her. “You knew?” He asked accusingly. She rolled on her side to face him. “Of course I knew it was you. I’ve always known.” Becky rolled on to her side and reached out to push aside a stray lock of his hair. “How could I not know my own son?” His eyes looked away uncomfortably. “But how? Why?” “I’ve wanted you since I saw you fucking Debbie Markham.” She confessed, sliding her hand down his muscular chest. He had an incredible body. He looked surprised at the mention of his high school prom date. “But that was two years ago.” “I couldn’t tell you then. It would have scared you then to find out how much your own mother wanted you.” She explained, ignoring the heart ache swelling in her chest. “You had to see me as a woman first.” She had hoped that by letting him discover the truth ahead of time he would be better able to deal with their relationship. “And all the stuff online?” “Oh, Hunney, it was all real.” She assured him. “I was always fucking you, always wanting you. And you wanted me, too. Even after you found out.” Tenderly Becky put her mouth to his and kissed him deeply, hoping to ease his concerns. He wrapped his arms around her and returned her kiss fiercely. “But this is just something special between us, right? You haven’t done this with Jason or Steve, have you?” Marc’s uncertainty tugged at her heart strings. “No Baby. Of course I’ve never fucked your brothers. You and I have always had a special bond.” He kissed her again and Becky knew then that everything was going to work out just the way she had hoped.