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Kings & Queens

By: Softly



Rupert Carruth and his wife Emily are social stalwarts in the greater New York City area. Rupert, an icon of Wall Street, was not a man to be crossed. Men and companies had been ruined, because of a minor trespass into his domain. Emily, as his wife, and knowing the fear that he generated, was prone to throw her weight around. 

The Carruths were regulars at the mayor's mansion, as well as other political gatherings. You did not win an election in the state of New York without Rupert's blessing, which you received on your assurance that you would do his bidding.

They ran their household with an iron hand, as their daughter, Amelia, well knew. Emily, from the time Amelia was in first grade, had plotting Amelia's development, which included becoming a debutante, college at Wellesley, and finally marrying into a family of prestige, money, and power. Power. Above all else, the Carruths respected power.

Amelia just wanted to have friends like other kids did. That was out of the question at "Blue Ridge Institute," in Sparta New Jersey. There were only girls there. In addition, her parents demanded that the administrators limit the number of girls that she came into contact with. 

Amelia got her first taste of being a normal kid when her parents sent her to "Eagle Mountain Girl's Camp," on Lake Champlain in Vermont. For three years she was a camper. Then, for two years, she was a counselor's assistant. Finally, the summer before she started college, she was a counselor. For the very first time in her life, she did not have someone keeping track of her every movement.

Four southern counselors in cabin twenty-two thought that they would have all the dates. But that was not the case. Early in July, Libby Smith, who was in Amelia's cabin, twenty-six, asked her, "Amelia, I have a date with a really nice guy tonight. He has a friend. Do you want to go on a blind date?"

Until that time, Amelia had known a few boys as friends, but had never had a date. "I would love to go."

They were free for the date at nine-thirty, after the campers were in bed. Back, after a movie, and a "Coke," it was not an exciting date for Libby, but for Amelia, it was just wonderful.

Soon, she and Jim Simpson were an every night thing. Not only was she getting to know a boy, but also she was getting to see places, and things in Vermont, that appealed to Jim, such as a deserted beach, being out on the lake in his boat in the moonlight, walking in the rain, watching a thunderstorm play in the mountains. He took her to meet his parents, his friends. It was all low key. 

What there was not was any pressure to do things that her mother would disapprove of.

For Amelia it was a summer that made her heart sing.

On August twenty-seventh, her father arrived at camp. She was taken to the local airport, flown by his company plane to Boston, and settled into her dorm at Wellesley. Her summer romance was over. 

Sure, she and Jim wrote letters to each other. That continued for five years. After college, Amelia took a job at the "United Nations" building in New York. She met and begins to date "William, Duke of Hensinger," special assistant to the British Ambassador. It seemed to Amelia that her parents thought that she was to be the next Queen from the way they purred over William. That was not it at all. Her father was well aware that William was heir to the "Hensinger Liquors."

William, for his part, had a perfect read of the Carruth family. The part that he loved was the parents continually were plotting for he to be alone with their daughter, so that he could have his way with her. Rupert's ruthlessness was no threat to him. His American wholesalers could buy and sell Rupert. Emily was a good-looking bitch, who drank way too much. Maybe someday, he would fuck her, just for the merry hell of it. But, it was Amelia that was his object of attention, since he was sure that she was a virgin.

William played his cards very well. Very well, indeed. He charmed Emily. He would mention to Rupert that his father had said that he would be the chairman of the board by the time that he was forty-five.

When he mentioned that he would like for Amelia to spend the weekend with him on the royal yacht, anchored offshore near Martha's Vineyard, neither Mr. nor Mrs. Carruth murmured a word of caution or disapproval. William was beside himself. He would fuck Amelia until he could not get his cock hard again. 

Rupert knew his daughter would be fucked. Emily suspected as much. Amelia looked forward to a social weekend. She imagined that the crew would be there, plus several of the other "Royals" in the area would use the yacht. 

Amelia did not fully understand that they were alone until she was standing on the deck of the yacht, some half mile out, surrounded by the black ocean. They had just finished dinner at the "Helmsman" restaurant. 

William led her by the hand to the aft cabin. William's cock was rock stiff. In the dark, he gathered Amelia in his arms. He lowered the zipper to her dress.

"William, I thought that we were coming to a party."

"We are going to celebrate, my dear."

"William, you're lowering my dress?"

William made sure to lower her slip at the same time. They were around her ankles. With practiced ease, he lowered her to her back. Smoothly he tossed off his clothes, and was soon naked.

Amelia was curious about sex. She imagined that someday William would be interested in it. She thought that they would discuss it first. As she raised herself to her elbows, he lie upon her. His kiss was hard, demanding, as she fell back under his weight. His hands scooped her panties down, off her fanny. His foot came up. His toes caught in the panties, pushed them off her legs. His finger found her virgin slit. 

William begin to tremble, as his cock throbbed. His fingers spread the lips apart. He was trembling so hard. He had to tell himself to relax, as his cock slid into the indentation of her opening. I must take my time, he thought. He kissed Amelia. Amelia was a tall girl. She shifted her body beneath him. As she did so, the end of his cock eased, ever so slowly, into her. 

Amelia shifted herself again, since the weight of William's body was spreading her legs uncomfortably. She raised her legs so that they were even with his waist. William's ass tightened, as he pushed his cock deeply in her amazingly tight cunt.

"I love you, Amelia. Oh, so much." 

Amelia was not sure what love was, but at age twenty-three she damn well knew that she was a woman, who had woman's urges between her legs. Urges, that her finger, or a small vibrator, did not satisfy. William, what ever else he was, had a cock, a real hot cock that was in her. Amelia's mother had set up an appointment with a doctor, so that Amelia would obtain a prescription for the "Pill." She had been on them for a month.

They were alone. They would be alone all weekend. Naked in the dark, Amelia decided that she would fuck "William, Duke of Hensinger" as long and as often as he cared to mount her. 

"Oh, William, you feel so good in me. Do me, please do me?"

The steward who changed the sheets the following Monday found nineteen dried pools of cum. William was very pleased with himself. Not only had he added another virgin to his belt, but also she informed him, that no boy had even felt her breasts. He constantly had his hands on her, a fact not missed by Mrs. and Mr. Carruth, who both were convinced that their daughter was no longer a virgin. Rupert got a hard-on thinking of William taking Amelia. He would have paid a lot of money to watch that.

Amelia went along with the flow, so to speak. Deep down, she thought of William as shallow, but she thought the same thing about her parents, especially Rupert. William was very attentive, if you can call having sex five or six times a week attentive. She often wondered just what William did.

After two years…. William phoned Amelia at the UN building, where she worked. 

"United States council's office, Amelia Carruth. May I help you?"

"Amelia, William here. I have some distressful news. I must be leaving for London tomorrow."

"When will you be returning?"

"I'm afraid that my father has requested that I take on additional responsibilities at the company, so I shall not be returning any time soon."

"William, what about us?"

Not wanting to burn his bridges, William had rehearse just what he would tell her, hoping that she would be available for him, should he visit the states. "Amelia, I love you so, but my family has suggested that I should wait until the right time before taking a wife."

Amelia had spent her life hearing her father tell people one thing to their face, and later tell Emily another thing. She knew instantly that "William, Duke of Hensinger," is a lying phony.

Without saying another word, Amelia hung the phone up. She stood looking out the window of her office for five minutes. She did not cry. That would come later. Her thoughts went over the things that William had told her, many of which, she now knew, were designed to convince her of his love, so she would respond with her love, or more accurately, her body, as she had. 

She had been used, time and again, for his enjoyment. She pictured the cynical bastard laughing. He had pulled it off. She should have seen it coming, she concluded.

As she went over the events, her resentment spread to include her parents. They should have suspected that William was a phony. 

It was at that moment that Rupert and Emily Carruth lost control of their twenty-nine year old daughter.

By chance, three weeks before, she had received e-mail from Jim Simpson. Two years ago, she had told him about her attachment to William. 

It read; "Are you still dating that Royal? If not, why not come up and visit me?" 

At the time that she received it, she thought it was absurd, or so she believed. She had expected that William would propose at any moment. She fancied that she would please her parents by marrying William. She had even looked into the type of mansion William would probably reside in. It was not absurd now. She had to get away from her job, this city, and her parents. She had to.

Her e-mail was brief. "Jim, I will be arriving on "Delta" flight 1707 at 2:18 PM, Thursday. If you are sure that I will not be any trouble for you, I would like to visit. Amelia."

It was on final approach that Amelia thought to herself, I am meeting with a man that I have not seen for ten years. I only knew him for one summer, when we both were nineteen year old. She had no idea what he did for a living, where he lived, or even if he had married. He was, in fact, a complete stranger. Except, she trusted him. Smiling wryly to herself, she mused that she had trusted William too. Would she get burned again?

She recognized him standing at the end of the concourse. He had filled out, with broad shoulders. His clothes contrasted with hers. She, in a tailored suit, was a fashion plate. He, in faded jeans, loose New York Giant's shirt, and loafers, was Mr. Relaxed.

Her luggage did not arrive. Damn.

His car was relaxed too, an old green "Jeep." A fifteen minute drive found them pulling up to his large log cabin on the lakeshore. 

"Yours?"

"Of course."

Upon entering, Amelia slowly wandered around, without saying a word. There was a big table, with deep soft chairs. An old Chinese rug lay at the foot of the stairs. A wood box, scared and ruff, sat in the corner. On the mantelpiece sat a little mud god with a painted face. Nothing was correct or in period style. An old hound dog was licking Jim's hand. A tough old tomcat lay on a concert grand piano. 

Her gaze fell on the three large pictures hanging on the wall. One in oil hung over the fireplace. It was of a wind-swept-sea. The second was… a freakish thing, which was gaudy and bright. A nude on a striped zebra skin. 

As she studied the last painting, tears flowed down her cheeks. It hung over Jim's desk. The eyes in the picture were meeting hers. The lips were curved in a fine sweet line. There was a wistful, tender, provocative smile. She turned to face Jim. "From my class picture that I gave you in 1992?"

"Yes, if you look closely, you will see that the artist dated the picture in 1998."

"Jim, I had no idea that you thought of me this way."

"From the first time that I saw you. You were not ready then. Lets get to know each other, my way."

"How is that?"

"Slow and easy."

Amelia looked at Jim. Her eyes squinted. She looked again at her portrait. She was a long way from Manhattan, in more ways then one. She again looked at Jim.

Jim laughed. "Amelia, come with me." As they walked down the hall, he continued, "I am putting you in this bedroom. It is your private place. I will not enter it, unless you invite me in. I am going to get you one of my long cotton shirts, and a pair of jeans, for you to change into. While you are doing that, I will cook, burgers, corn, and potatoes on the grill. "How do you like your burgers?"

"Medium."

"Coming right up. Should be ready in twenty minutes. Drink before dinner?"

Smiling, Amelia answered, "No, thank you. And Jim, thank you for taking the pressure off me."

What Jim did next, he had done many times ten years ago, but she had forgotten, until now. Jim rubbed her arm, as he kissed her on the forehead. Amelia's family was not touchers. William only held her when he had taking her to bed on his mind. She remembered it now. Jim touched her, just to show affection.

He was gone.

The dinner took place out on a deck, overlooking the lake. After they finished, Jim asked. "Want to take a ride?"

"Ride?"

"In my boat."

"Love to."

The lake was calm. They rode for an hour. After it got dark they stopping off the city of Burlington, which was lighted by the normal city lights. 

It was so peaceful for Amelia. 

"How do you find your way around the lake?"

"I have been a "Captain" since I was eighteen. I know the navigation lights.

She looked at him in the moonlight. He was a master of what and where he was. There was a peace in being with him. 

When they returned to the dock, she was sorry the trip was over. In bed, she, for the first time, felt that she was protected by someone who cared for her.

The next morning at breakfast, she asked Jim, "Have you dated?"

"Of course."

"Have you been married?"

"No, my job was very demanding, and the right girl was not available."

Amelia just shook her head.

"What do you do?"

"You do not need to know, yet. When you ask me to marry you, I will tell you."

"Jim, honestly, I don't know what to make of you. The last guy that I dated just used me. What are you after? The girl in the picture? She does not exist anymore. My parent's money? What? Is your job honorable? Me ask you to marry me? I don't know about that?"

Jim displayed a side of himself that she had never seen. He leaned forward towards her. He was dead serious. Let's take your comments by the numbers, shall we.

First, the "Royal" that you dated is "William, Duke of Hensinger," heir to the Hensinger Liquors. He has been seducing young girls since he was a teenager. His father forced the maids to be his sex toys. He has three bastard kids that he does not pay a cent to support.

He first had lengthy sex with you on a yacht moored off Martha's Vineyard. He never loved you, nor did you love him. I have copies of e-mail that he sent to other woman setting up sexual contacts; during the time that he was dating you. 

Second. The girl does exist. If the woman sitting here will give me a chance, the trusting, loving, classy girl that I knew will find a trusting home. Here!"

Third. I know all about your father. Much more then you do, I'm sure. I don't give a "Rats Ass" for his money. Let me tell you how it will play out. When He finds out that you are seriously considering marrying me, he will try to find a way to run me off the charts. Finding no employer to muscle, he will contact me directly. I will fly my own plane to "LaGuardia." I will meet with your father and his personal attorney. After that meeting, Rupert will become a doting father."

"If he doesn't?"

"He will. Or, the "Securities and Exchange Commission will close down Carruth brokerage" and your father and that shyster attorney of his will spend ten big ones in "Leavenworth."

Amelia, like all the Carruths, knew power when she saw it. This man loved her. He was not lying. Doting father? That she had to see.

"Last but not least, don't answer this now, but it is on the table. Amelia, I want to marry you. Please do me the honor of being my wife? Why not answer it? You are a New York City girl. I am a man of the world, based in the nicest place to live on earth. When and if you can picture going and doing with me, then, and only then, tell me that your ready. Okay?"

Amelia sat for several moments without saying a word. Waves were softly breaking nearby. The smell of seaweed was in the air. The wind, out of the south, moved her hair. It was so clean, warm, and comfortable here. She looked down. This man had the evidence to ruin her father, if he tried to interfere with them. 

She thought about the "Men" that she knew in the city. Pretty boys, with no tans. Hands that had no calluses. A blur of weaklings that smoked pot, sniffed coke, and are working ants. "I'm in for a look."

The next several days offered many insights to Mr. Jim Simpson: fishing in the rain, boating in whitecaps, climbing mountains, spending a quiet day reading. Then, "be gone for three days," he announced.

"Where to? Can I go along?" 

"Washington. You can't go along on these trips until you propose to me. You would be considered a security risk now," he answered with a big smile. 

That night, Amelia lay in "Her" bedroom, smiling to herself. He had been as good as his word. He kissed her anytime she was near. He put his arm across hers or around her waist. But, he had not come on to her, tried to feel her tits, or ass.

It was just what she had needed. She had phoned her mother to tell her that she was leaving her job at the UN, and would be staying in Vermont, until further notice. Her mother had phoned back, asking questions about this Mr. James Simpson.

A day after Jim returned, Rupert phoned. Jim and he had a short conversation. The next day Jim went to New York City. He returned shortly after two PM. Amelia watched him intently. He was Jim, relaxed as ever. It was driving her crazy. Finally, she blurted out, "Well, damn it, you know I want to know the details?"

Jim threw his head back as he laughed. "Emily and Rupert will be my house guests tomorrow afternoon, evening, and through the next night. Rupert and I are going to go fishing."

"My father has never been fishing in his life."

"Yes, he told me that. I told him that I would take his sorry-ass fishing whether he liked it or not. Your mother is coming alone, wearing a bikini. She pissed and moaned. I told her that if I heard another word that she would come along buck-assed naked. That shut her up. 

I thought that the attorney, Milton Budham, would have a heart attack on the spot when I told him that he was going to donate $50,000.00 to the "Boy's and Girl's" club due to his wanting forgiveness for his past financial sins. Amelia, remember how they controlled every event in your life. Well, it's payback time. Care to go fishing tomorrow?"

"I would not miss it for the world."

In fact, the fishing trip went without incident, or sort of. They caught a bucket full of fish. Jim was the Jim that Amelia knew, as pleasant as could be. The only way to describe her father was that he all but kissed Jim's ass.

Emily seemed to adjust to the changes in the pecking order. She sunbathed on the bow. Jim hit on her a bit when he came up to her with the sunscreen and informed her that he would apply it to her. Amelia all but laughed when Jim applied sunscreen on the exposed sections of Emily's tits, as well as up her legs to her crotch. By the time that he was finished he had felt her up, as Emily eyed him in wonderment. As Jim finished, he told Emily. "Boy, you have a very attractive body. I'll bet the men at the "Long Island Gardner Country Club" have tried to be with you."


Kings & Queens & Guillotines Ch. 01



Smith was in his late fifties and had just received word from his doctor that his mind was failing and memories would be gone in a matter of years. He was determined to maintain one- the one true love of his life, Lilly. Sitting at his desk, pen in hand, he began writing his story so he could keep it in his pocket at all times, once he was placed in a home, and read it as a reminder of all the good in his world. He knew he had the clutch it as long as he could, no matter where he went, and so he did write: 

I was a well educated young man, fresh out of college, seeking to see the world. I would not have of my family's offer to enter the business and I set out to Europe to travel, work odd jobs to pay my way and write of my adventures. Often I would accept employment for a year time or two before moving onto another place. Pay was not important, it was all about the experience, meeting people, learning and seeing foreign lands... I was living a man's dream to explore and be free.

After ten years wandering I came to the village of Stanhope by the Sea. It was a quaint rural place. I needed some quiet time to rest and reflect whether it was time to go home to the States. The main employer was the Ashwood family. They were the largest landholder, renting their fields and running an assortment of businesses in the area. I applied for employment and was accepted as a house servant in the family castle.

The castle was grand, it being centuries old, nestled on a hill top perched on a cliff overlooking the rough sea below, an imposing figure from all angles. I, like all other staff, were housed and well fed. We dutifully served the Lord and the Lady Ashwood. 

Lord Ashwood's family had sent him to mind the family's interests in this part of the country. Often he traveled to other parts on business for long periods of time leaving the Lady by herself. She was always well cared for in his absence and rarely complained, although I must say, sometimes I thought her a bit lonely, there being few friends of the Ashwood ilk in the locale.

It quickly came to pass that I became one of the more trusted employees, my college education exceeding the others, and, the Ashwoods respecting my family's entrepreneurial background and wealth. A young lady from the village, Lilly, with who I worked, took a liking to me. Often I would find her gazing at me from afar, a passionate determined look in her eyes. I thought her infatuation driven by my foreign background and education, although our ages were divergent by a good ten years, she being but 25 years old. I must admit the infatuation was flattering and mutual. Her fawning nature stroked my ego and soon I could not go a day without seeing her. Although a young girl to me, she was absolutely beautiful, innocent and invigorating and we soon found ourselves growing closer, despite the prohibition in our employment. 

At first we would steal away at night to secluded hallways of the castle to kiss and express our passions for each other. She was fascinated with me, always telling me how handsome I was, how my foreign background intrigued her, how my stories of the States made her want to travel and see the other side of the world. Through me she lived dreams a poor girl rarely could.

We grew paranoid that we might be caught if not more cautious in our meetings, in our daily association around the castle, people might grow suspicious and she could ill afford to lose her job as she helped support her parents and siblings with her income.

Each day, Lady Ashwood permitted the female servants to pick a rose from the garden and pin it to their dresses, it being the sole personalization to their otherwise mundane and identical formal uniforms. We agreed that if Lilly wanted to see me, she would pick the reddest of roses, a signal of her desires. Late that night, when all others were asleep, we would sneak off to the antiquities storage room on the third floor. The clandestine scheme and location were at my insistence. Perhaps I pushed it on her as she was more cautious than I based on her family obligations. But she was also conflicted between right and wrong, responsibility and young lust and it was the safest thing for both of us.

And so one night at the agreed time, Lilly made her way to the storage room. It was filled with antique items from centuries gone by and collectibles not being used. The room was dark, its walls made of stone, there being no light save for the sun during the day. Lilly always entered first, a basket of clean clothes in hand- an alibi if encountered- and to hide the small candle she liked to light to fend off the darkness so she could see my face.

I entered after her, once secure in my knowledge that she and I had not been followed. Quietly I made my way to the room, opened the heavy wood door, sure to close it quietly. I scanned the room for the objects blocking my path to the far corner where Lilly had already set the small candle in the stone archway of the windowsill, its light twinkling in the glass window, the reflection blocking our view of the roaring ocean below, its muscular waves pounding the castle base where it met the sea far below.

I worked my way around the room to my Lilly. She looked out the window at the distant moon and sighed as I came behind her gently wrapping my arms around her waist, pulling her close, kissing her on the back of the neck and telling her, "I miss you." My hands ran across her body feeling her firm youthful curves. A man my age rarely had an opportunity with a woman in her youthful prime and it was not lost on me. We stood pressed together in the din of the candlelight, two souls in momentary bliss. We knew we could not linger long lest our respective roommates question our absences and realize we were both missing at the same times and possibly question our whereabouts.

"I want you so much, you are so close during the day, yet so far away," I told her.

"I know, it hurts me too," she said, "we must be quick, I am expected back soon. Sara Jane requested that I help her mend a dress tonight. I could not put her off. She asked me what I was going to do and I had to tell her I was going about to finish some chores I had not completed earlier in the day... She gave me a quizzical look as if to say why not leave them for tomorrow but before she could say anything I turned and left her... I'm sorry."

"It is alright... I have you with me for now, which is more than nothing," I replied as I ran my powerful hands across her blouse kneading her small but pert youthful breasts. She gasped as I slowly unbuttoned the blouse to get at her flesh. Her hand reached behind and found my pants, slowly stroking my manhood. I kissed her neck and pined at her clothes, raised her skirt to find her panties damp. As I pushed them down, they fell to the floor. I caressed her sex and massaged her, ran my hands through her tufts until my finger slipped into her furrow to tease her slick bud. She sighed and deftly unleashed my pants, causing them to fall and pool around my feet Our skin pressed, two bodies gently swaying flesh to flesh in the dark.

A hand came behind my neck and took hold for balance, the other on the window sill. She pressed her bottom against me, my fingers now gently teasing her delicate petals as I whispered in her ear how much I wanted her, how I was going to have her. "Don't stop," she quipped, urging me to continue my profession. I leveled my sex with hers lips and leaned forward, slowly entering her treasured flower, the hard head plying open her inner walls, spreading her as I sank deep. 

As one hand stroked at her swollen bud, the other playfully pinched her pert nipple as she sighed and moaned. I feared someone passing by would hear us. I brought my fingers from her nipple to her mouth for her to suckle but her excitement was to forceful to muffle with such a simple solution. 

I withdrew and turned her around, hoist her up on the window sill, put her legs over my elbows and entered her again. We kissed, our tongues playing, my sex hungrily gliding in and out of hers. Her arms wrapped around my neck as our mouths locked and she voraciously suckled my tongue, fixated on our kiss as her thighs began to quiver. 

"Yes, yes, take me...." she whispered and begged. My body tingled with excitement and I pushed deep into her. She clutched at me inside and out as she hung on the edge of climax. Resisting her grasp, I pulled back, my head emerged, and then in one steady stroke, I sunk in again.

"Oh yes" she gasped. I plunging into her over and over, teasing her until we could no longer control our excitement. She wrapped her arms around me and held me tight, whimpering as I flayed at her sex, until crested into rapture, panting and gasping in heat as we came together.

When we calmed down she slackened her grasp and ran her hand across my chest, admiring my muscular form, "I don't like the way she looks at you," she said.

"Who?"

"The Lady," Lilly replied.

"How does she look at me?"

"Like she has needs,... like she wants you."

"Don't be ridiculous, she is so prim and proper and she has Lord Ashwood."

"When he is around," she commented, "which does not seem often these days."

"Well, I wouldn't worry yourself... I am yours."

"Thank you," Lilly replied.

"We best leave before someone gets suspicious. I love you," she said, giving me a kiss.

"And I you."

(To be continued, and in a lurid way...) 



Kings & Queens & Guillotines Ch. 02



Dear Reader: This is a continuation of a multi part series. Please read "Kings & Queens & Guillotines, CH 01" for the back drop to this story.

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Years had passed since the Ashwoods had moved to the country estate. They were sent by Stone Ashwood's father so Stone could refine his business skills managing the family's local interests as a precursor to assuming control of the family empire. That was in the late 1930s. Then the great war came and the family's urban empire was destroyed, along with many family relatives, leaving Stone as the sole surviving owner of what remained of the vast enterprise. 

Rather than move back to the city and rebuilding, Stone thought it better to remain countryside and manage what they still had left. It was a decision welcomed by his wife Ava. then in the early 1950s, an era of commercial revitalization, Stone regained his taste for empire and more frequently traveled to the city for business, leaving Ava alone for long periods of time. The mid-forty something year old was lonely without Stone and in need of companionship. She had few friends and without him found herself bored.

"Mr. Smith," the Lady started, "I will be taking my evening tea in the library tonight. Please make sure the fireplace is set before I arrive."

"Yes, Mame," he replied.

Smith, the ever attentive servant, made sure the room was ready as the Lady had requested, a roaring fireplace to offset the damp autumn eve. He stood at the doorway of the dimly lit wood paneled room waiting for her entrance... and that she did wearing a red business suit with a short tight skirt, smoky gray sheer hose and black high heels, a noticeable moxie to her stride and an air of condescending aristocratic confidence abnormal to her demeanor. If he did not otherwise know her as a kind, modest classy woman, he would have thought her a bitch on looks alone.

"Smith," she sublimely said in passing, as he stood attentive at the doorway, acknowledging his presence but not looking at him as she went to the middle seat of the couch, the fireplace warmth radiating towards her as it illuminated the room.

Lilly entered carrying the tray of tea and deserts and sat it on the ottoman before the Lady. She carefully poured the hot beverage and looked at the Lady for further direction. "Anything else, Madam?" she softly asked in her caring way. The Lady gazed at the fire unresponsive, making Lilly wait.

"Quite the nice rose you have in your hand Mame," Lilly stated politely trying to get her attention.

"Would the two of you join me on the couch for a bit? Lord Ashwood, being away for so long again has again left me lonely. I would enjoy your company." Smith and Lilly looked at each other quizzically, not sure it would be proper. They knew of her loneliness, often seeing it in her eyes and felt bad for her. Lilly followed Smith's lead, the two of them book-ending the Lady on the couch, basking in the fire's warmth.

"Lilly, I tried to pick a rose just like the one you wear today... they are so beautiful... the last ones of the season too... they will all be frostbitten and dead tomorrow morning... such a shame... their beauty sends such a strong message, do you know what I mean?" she asked a wicked smile barely breaking at the corner of her lips.

"I do, Mame," Lilly replied, "beauty and the lovely scent... this particular flower speaks of love."

"Tell me Lilly, do you love someone?" the Lady asked.

"Why, yes Mame," the young woman politely replied.

"Who is he?"

"I'd rather not say, Mame, my family does not know and my father might not approve. It is new...."

"Ah, young love," the Lady observed, "but that is the best, isn't it? Secretive and hot, lusty..." 

Lilly blushed not knowing what to say in reply to the Lady's use of the word 'lusty'.

"And you Smith, is there someone for the American sojourner?"

"Mame, not really, well, maybe the occasional dalliance," he replied as Lilly scowled at him while the Lady's head was turned away from her.

"I find that hard to believe... I mean a college educated, strapping handsome man in his prime, a foreigner at that, you are an enigma in these parts... curiosity kills cats and you are shrouded in it... are you sure not more than a dalliance? I'd be a most lucky woman to have a man like you paying me attention...." she playfully flirted.

"Well, Mame, I don't kiss and tell," Smith replied.

"Oh, I see, the noble type," the Lady replied turning to Lilly, "... Lilly, do you find Smith here to your liking? He is quite the handsome, polite and well educated man... Why a young woman like you would do rather well by him.... you two would make a good looking couple..."

Lilly's face turned red with embarrassment. Normally she was a horrible liar. Despite the need to hide the truth this time, she was a complete failure on body language alone. She shyly stammered at first, "Mame, I... no, I mean, well, he is handsome, but no, I mean, I don't want to offend him, but no, no, I have someone else," she protested lapsing to her previous lie.

"I'm sorry dear, I've embarrassed you asking the question in Smith's presence... so young and insecure.... yet I could have sworn there was something between the two of you... maybe it is just a deep friendship and I have misunderstood... I mean, the longing glances you throw at each other across the dining room, in the kitchen, the sitting parlor, and especially on the days when you wear this red rose, one would think there was something there... I just thought..."

"Its quite alright, Mame," Lilly said interrupting, seeking to comfort the Lady's perceived mistake.

"Tell me Lilly, two nights ago I saw you leaving the antiquities storage room- it was late- around 10:00 PM- with a basket of freshly laundered clothes. I was curious why you would be in that room of dusty old furniture at night, especially with a freshly washed basket of clothes. I could not figure it out," she said as she leaned back and stretched her arms across the low back of the couch. 

Smith was street smart and sensed Lilly was slowly being cornered by the Lady's line of coy questions. His mind raced for a way to help Lilly fearing she was not savvy enough to identify a prowling lioness. Lilly's eyes widened at the question fearing she and Smith had been exposed. She again stammered for an answer before telling the Lady, "I had been taking the clothes to be put away when I passed the door... I heard unnatural noises inside the storage room and decided to check that all was well."

"Unnatural? And, what did you find? Ghosts?" the Lady asked with surprised sarcasm.

"Nothing Mame, nothing at all."

"That is odd. After you left, I went into the room and looked around too..." Lilly's heart raced. Smith braced himself for the worst sensing the Lady knew more than she had let on, "Care to know what I found?"

"Yes, Mame," Lilly bravely replied trying to show confidence despite her ignorance for the Lady's discovery, her gut turning as fate reared its ugly head.

"Do you recognize these?" The Lady asked holding up a pair of silk undergarments, "I do believe they are about your size....."

"Why yes, they are mine," Lilly admitted in a nonchalant manner, "I must have dropped them from the basket. I had just washed them. Thank you...."

"Then you did a poor job my dear, they still bear your aroma...." Lilly instantly blushed a deep red.

"Tell me, why did Smith leave the room just before you? Each one of you left looking down the hallway both ways as you departed, clearly making sure nobody saw you... Is there something I should know?"

Smith started to say something but the Lady quickly hushed him wanting the explanation from Lilly. Lilly sat silent.

"Well?"

"I have no explanation, Mame," she said a quiet defeated tone to her voice.

"So I assume you two were fraternizing on my time. A clear dereliction of your terms of employment. What to do, what to do?" the Lady pondered rhetorically, "You know this is grounds for dismissal? Lilly, you and your family need you to have this job. I can send you home for you to explain why you lost your employment or you can both pay penance to me."

"Mame, please, what if I took leave, would you spare her?" Smith quickly asked.

"No," came a snappy stern reply, "its not an option, you are staying.... Here is my offer... I am lonely without my husband at home... he travels so much... the you two will keep me company while he is away on travel," she said laying a soft hand on Smith's very upper thigh, out of Lilly's sight.

Lilly immediately perked up, "That is it?" she eagerly asked thinking simple companionship an easy escape from the predicament.

"Yes, dear, that is it... I trust you understand what I want?" the Lady asked laying her other hand on Lilly's upper thigh. Lilly's excitement dissipated and unease set in, she not being sure of what was truly expected. She looked at Smith for direction.

"It is an unconditional undertaking, all or nothing I assume, Mame?" Smith asked.

"Yes, all or nothing," the Lady replied. Lilly's fate rested in Smith's hands. He felt guilty having placed her in this position. It was his idea that they meet in the antiquities room and fool around. She had resisted the idea at first. He had prevailed upon her and won. He knew how much her family needed the income, and, how much Lilly did not understand what the Lady expected- she was so innocent in many ways, this being one of them... a bargain with the devil, the ultimate conundrum... sacrifice no matter what he decided. He looked at Lilly long and hard and contemplated if she had the fortitude for the demands he suspected were going to be made.

"Lilly?" the Lady sternly asked. Lilly was terrified and frozen not knowing how to decide.

"We stay," Smith said with confidence in his voice and deep hope within that they could withstand the challenge.

"A wise decision Smith, a very wise decision," the Lady told him, "Smith, move the ottoman to the side. Lilly, on your hands and knees in front of me turned sideways."

"Madam?" Lilly asked with trepidation.

"You heard me, now young lady," she said imploring her by pointing to the ground. Lilly complied.

The Lady looked at the young Lilly kneeling before her, clad in her servant's outfit- a stereotypical knee length dress, white apron, sheer black hose and black heels- her hair tidily put up, some strands hanging aside her lovely face, and now embarassed by circumstance and the position she was forced to assume before the Lady. Lilly had always had the utmost respect for the Lady. She looked up to her as a role model, one who inspired her to improve herself, be kind to people and treat them with dignity regardless of their station in life. Now she was confused by her changed demeanor, one obviously hidden deep within her soul which Lilly could not explain.

"Now flip that flimsy dress up over your hips."

"Mame?" Lilly asked in shock.

"Don't question me, pay your penance or I send you home," the Lady implored. Lilly welled up inside, her dignity fading, but the deal was made and she reached back and raised her skirt as demanded, revealing her panty clad bum, belts and lace hose tops.

"The panties girl, pull them down." Lilly sensed it better at this point to do than question and she slid the elastic over her hips and left the garment to hang stretched across her mid thighs hoping a spanking was not in the offing.

"Good, I am glad we are getting an understanding. Now show me how you touch it." 

Smith sat in horror as Lilly's humiliation became worse. A tear came to her eye and the poor young girl could only do as told as she laid a finger to her soft lips and meekly stroked at her furrow. Maybe it would be better for her to go home Smith thought, he could help support her family until she got a new job.

"Lilly, do it like you mean it, like you do it at night when you are alone... sink it deep," the Lady demanded.

"Smith, take off your trousers and get behind her," the Lady instructed. Smith knew better and figured this show would not last long, the Lady would get her kicks, they would be humiliated but keep their positions. Smith watched Lilly intently trying to block out the Lady's presence.

"Do you like how she touches herself, Smith?"

"Yes, Mame."

"Touch yourself Smith, stroke it as you watch her." Smith did as told, his cock hardened to its full eight inches of lust for Lilly as the Lady observed.

"Very nice Smith... I wish I had a cock that size to frig my quim every night... she is a lucky lass... show me how you have her." Lilly's eyes widened at the command knowing the most private of activities was about to be debased into an exhibition for the Lady. Smith brought his swollen head to Lilly's tight petals and entered her, unexpectedly passing through a damp sex without resistance. By slow long teasing strokes he dipped himself in and out with the methodical pace of a patient controlled man.

Lilly began to moan and tighten. Smith showed signs of getting close and heightened his pace, the two of them cascading toward a violent climax. The Lady snickered, "Is that how you do it Lilly... my, my, a whore like you should know how to fuck your man.... he should not have to work so hard... it is you who should be making the effort... show me how you would make the effort, Lilly...."

Lilly gently rocked back and forth, keeping the methodical pace Smith had initially set. 

"Lilly, are you a common whore or an expensive one?"

"I don't know the difference, Madam," she honestly replied.

"Well, a common one is quick to satisfy her customer and move on to the next one, an expensive one takes her time, to cull future repeat business." 

"Which are you?"

"Neither, Mame."

"Come again? You are one Lilly, you take him on my time, then you are one... you are my whore... understand?"

"Yes, Mame."

"Good. Now, you've got it all wrong... a good quality whore slams her hips back against him when he is close... let him feel how you want him, make him feel important, that he is all that matters... now try again..." Lilly did as instructed but apparently it was not good enough. The Lady produced a riding crop and playfully slapped Lilly's ass, "Harder dear, harder...." she quipped as Lilly jumped on contact and responded like a trained animal violently thrusting back against Smith. Smith moaned, placed his hands on Lilly's hips and dug his fingers into her to hold back the impending climax.

"That is enough for now. I do not want to end Smith's evening too soon," the Lady sarcastically quipped. Smith pulled out of Lilly, dejected he was not allowed to release.

"Lilly, turn and kneel before Smith... He has such big balls.... show me how you lick and suck them dear..." Lilly complied and slowly lapped at Smith as he moaned in pleasure.

"They are nice and heavy, yes?"

"Yes, Mame," Lilly confirmed.

"Lilly, maybe he should spill them on your face?" the Lady asked, a sly grin on hers waiting for the young woman's reaction but before Lilly could protest she said, "Smith sit down for a moment.... Lilly kneel before me." When Lilly was properly situate the Lady turned her back, raised her short skirt above her hips revealing a bare bum, bent over and spread her cheeks.

"Lick it Lilly." Lilly's eyes ran up the backs of the Lady's stockings, over the lacy tops and across the back of her luscious pale thighs to a hairy spread sex.

Lilly quivered. She was shocked the Lady would have such a proclivity. Lilly had no desire for women. She had heard whispers about women being together, but they were just that, rumors among young curious girls. Nobody believed them.

"Mame?" Lilly asked praying she would be excused from the task.

"Now Lilly, lick it."

"But Mame..."

"Pay your penance or get up and leave... it is your choice...."

"Yes, Mame." Lilly opened her mouth and wearily brought it to the Lady's waiting sex. The aroma caught her first, just before the taste of the wet petals graced the very tip of her tongue. Then she was taken aback in revulsion for what she had just done.

"No Lilly, not there...," Lilly did not know what the Lady wanted and pondered what she did wrong, "... higher." Lilly's eyes bulged realizing the expectation and she froze inside.

"Oh, Mame!"

"Your penance Lilly, remember your penance..." And she did realizing this is what it all came down to- being used, knowing she had to be an expensive whore. She cringed at the thought and then bravely placed her hands on the Lady's hips, rose up bringing her face to the Lady's puckered ass expecting a horrible heady aroma. Instead she found none. The Lady was freshly bathed and perfumed. Lilly extended her tongue with great trepidation and touched the forbidden pucker with the very tip and then drew back.

"Not enough Lilly. I want more. Take your time, lick it like you enjoy it...."

"But Mame..."

"Do it Lilly, lick my fucking ass," she angrily implored. Lilly reluctantly complied, slowly drawing her wet tongue over the tight aperture, up and down until the Lady began to squirm and moan, "That's it, yes Lilly... see, you are very good at this... if you prove yourself worthy, there are employment benefits for good service... especially when my husband is away, I like good service...."

Lilly continued her servitude hoping this was all the Lady would demand but as her tension mounted fate reared its ugly head again as the Lady spread her cheeks even more and allowed Lilly to lick deeper. Lilly's tongue gently rimmed the opened hole, "Now tongue it, like a deep, passionate kiss, just like you kiss Smith," the Lady instructed. 

The Lady moaned deeper and her thighs began to quiver, "Put a finger in it Lilly, finger me like my husband does." Lilly's finger slid in and out of the tight orifice and the Lady's manicured fingernails slipped in and out of her hairy sex. 

"Smith, get over here.... fuck my ass, fuck it good..." 

Lilly backed away relieved her work terminated. Smith stepped up to pay his penance and brought his nobbed head to the Lady's ass and pushed into her. She took him with little resistance as she continued frigging her sex. She gasped and moaned as he entered and widening her. Yes, he had secretly coveted her bum from when he began his employment. Now he was buried deep within it, hot as a pistol, hoping she would allow him the pleasure of a release.

"Oh Smith, yes, that is it, just like that.... yes," she cried, "now, pull it all the way out, now push it back in, yes, out, now back in, now back out... I'll train you to ass fuck me properly... Now put it in my cunt..." 

Lilly froze inside. Smith eagerly complied and stuffed her full of his swollen manhood, "Yes Smith slam it into me, fuck me...."

Lilly knelt and watched, tearing, until the Lady quipped, "Lilly lick his balls as he fucks me." Lilly compliantly latched onto her man, relieved she was not being asked to service the Lady's ass but dissatisfied her man was buried deep in the Lady and having at her.

"Smith, I want you to give me every drop of your precious seed..." Smith needed to hear no better words and began his assault her pink flesh as he chased the long desired climax, his hands on the Lady's hips as he labored in her service. Despite its sordid purpose, he was enjoying the moment as he took unimaginable liberty with the Lady.

"Madam, may I?" Smith grunted.

"When you are ready Smith."

Smith found his sweet spot as his largess slid in and out of the Lady's forbidden sex, spreading her outer lips and widening her walls. He worked to prolong the pleasure as best he could.

"Smith, I'm waiting..." the Lady impatiently quipped.

"Sorry, Mame," Smith replied between grit teeth as he began slamming himself into her.

"Smith," she said coaxing him, "pump it full of your forbidden seed.... give me what I am not allowed to have." Smith drew her back against him hard, Lilly lapped at his balls as strong wave shuddered his being and he spilled himself in hard vibrant spurts, filling the Lady as she had requested. 




Kings & Queens & Guillotines Ch. 02



"Yes Smith, give it all to me..." the Lady growled as he held her tight and humped her from behind, squeezing the very last drop of his essence into her folds as he pushed against it.

When he was done, Smith withdrew. The Lady slouched on the couch, her thighs together looking at Lilly. Lilly knew she was once again the Lady's target and knelt waiting. The Lady peered down at her and crooked a finger indicating Lilly should come closer. As she did the Lady spread her legs wide. Lilly hesitated. "What is the matter? Not a pussy licker, dear?"

"No, Mame," she replied submissively.

"Then I will make you one before we are though with your penance. We have time for a lot of practice...." The Lady spread her wet lips with her fingers,"Eat it, Lilly, eat every last fucking drop of your man's seed from my fucking cunt and with every lap and suck, remember that it is his and it is in me and that you shall never cross me again....."

"Yes, Mame," she muttered as she leaned forward and buried her face in the Lady's wet sex and paid more penance.

(To be continued...)



Kings & Queens & Guillotines Ch. 03



Lady Ashwood turned to Smith as he watched his Lilly kneeling before the Lady's spread thighs, "Get out of here... the girl stays with me... and tell nobody of this," she dismissively said with a cruel intonation.

"Lilly for your transgressions, you will stay with me a bit more..... Now, lick my cunt... lick it good, lick it slow...." 

The words resonated in Lilly's ears and shook her core as she watched the Lady flex her wet and sodden sex, pushing out the viscous pearl droplets of Smith's seed. The humiliation was bad enough, but now she was compelled to have at a woman's most private parts in an act of self preservation. Unfortunately, she had no choice and the Lady knew it. Begrudgingly, Lilly attended to the Lady's demands and engaged in the slow painful act of paying her penance.

"Yes Lilly, you may yet become good at this yet... but you need much more training, much more..." the Lady quipped as Lilly completed her task and sat up.

"Think you are finished? Don't be so quick to assume... nobody has given me release. It is all up to you. Finish the task," the Lady demanded, "... I think you know what I like..." she said grabbing Lilly by the back of her head and pushing her head down. 

"That's it, use those quivering young soft lips and tongue, lick me good... both holes," the Lady cooed as she pulled her knees back offering access. 

For her part, Lilly knew what was expected and inserted a long finger in the Lady's arse as she ate of the wicked woman's sex until her mistress's thighs began to quiver, voice quaked and her juices flowed. The Lady suddenly reached behind the girl's head and pushed her against the wet convulsing sex and rutted on Lilly's youthful face, suffocating the young woman as she crested into a long awaited climax. When it was all over Lilly knelt, her head bowed down in dejection and humility and submission.

The Lady leaned back on the couch and peered down at Lilly. "For a first time, that was not bad.... Now, we need to come to an understanding. First, I own you, whether you like it or not, you are mine, and will do as instructed without question until you are forgiven for your transgressions. Second, you will tell nobody of our arrangement. Third, a new uniform, one I believe you will prefer, will be delivered to your room tomorrow morning at 6:30 sharp. You will hereafter wear it. Fourth, at 11:00 tomorrow morning you will be at the castle steps to meet the car. We have business to attend. Do not keep me waiting.... Oh, and one more thing, no matter how bad things might be, you will always have a perky smile on your ever eager to please face, understand??"

"Yes, Mame," Lilly replied.

"Now, get out of here and don't let me hear from you until tomorrow."

"Yes, Mame," Lilly replied as she rose, relieved her evening was finally finished. 

Lilly launched down the hallway to the nearest restroom, quick to wash her hands and face of the Lady's odor before anyone could find her. She looked in the mirror above the sink and felt a sudden and inexplicable feelings of conflict- new found contempt gnashed against long time admiration. Lilly had absolutely no interest in women. She had adored the Lady before her wicked treatment- a silent student to an unknowing mentor. Now she felt conflicted. She wanted it all to be a bad dream. However, as she pondered the events, she began to realize that it was the stern control the Lady had exercised over her was also triggering an unanticipated arousal. And perhaps, just perhaps, because it was the Lady, subliminally she was willing to write off the night as a one time exception, maybe even harbor a strand of forgiveness and embrace the strand of lust. 

Confused, Lilly slipped down the hall and thankfully found her roommate fast asleep. Able to avoid any questions, slipped into her bed and pondered what the Lady had in store for her as after her transgression and punishment. She thought her future treatment would be lower than that of a commoner as she drifted off for the night. 

The morning came quick with an early knock on the door and the new uniform delivered as promised. Lilly sprang from her bed to retrieve it wondering how she would explain her attire to the other working girls. And, she had some explaining to do for the uniform was anything but a uniform, it was a real garment, a proper lady's Parisian business suit- a pencil skirt and jacket, silk blouse, proper heels and silk hose, and a make up kit. Then she found the note attached to the jacket:

"Dress like a lady and carry yourself like one too. It is in my best interest and yours, and your one chance at redemption. You must trust me. Lady Ashwood."

Lilly shook her head and quietly donned the expensive garments, putting up her hair, applying make up she had never worn before, careful to look her best, just as directed, like a proper lady, and after a morning of inquisitive looks from the other girls, whispers and murmurings behind her back, she appeared at the steps as directed in a timely manner a confident and eager smile on her face. In the circular driveway sat the silver gray antique Rolls with Smith donned in driver's attire, attentively waiting for his passengers. On seeing Lilly he opened the back door without acknowledgment in a chauffeur like manner. Lilly unexpectedly found the Lady waiting for her within, nestled on the plush red leather seat, a pleasant smile on her face. Smith took to the front seat and awaited directions.

"Smith, take us to the Millwood estate, but take Derby Crossing, I prefer that road. It is more scenic," the Lady said as she rolled up the carriage window, separating driver from passengers for privacy.

"You look good in that outfit. I trust you will serve the office well." 

Lilly looked at her quizzically.

"I am promoting you.... and Smith. He is now my chauffeur in addition to his existing duties. You my dear are now my personal secretary. That means you no longer are a servant. Your duties include managing my daily affairs, my social schedule and tending to anything else I need twenty four hours a day, seven days a week. Naturally, the position comes with a substantial raise. I trust you will exercise the responsibilities of the office with great discretion and trust. There are things you may learn which are confidential and cannot be shared with the staff and others. You will need to disassociate yourself from the general staff because you may be called upon to make staffing decisions and perhaps fire them as may be needed. To properly discharge that duty, they cannot be your friends. To that end, starting tonight, you will have your own living quarters and will dine apart from them. I trust you will not abuse your office and authority and will exercise any powers given with discretion and equanimity understanding your loyalty is to me first and only. This is a phenomenal opportunity I am giving you. And we both know you cannot afford to lose it. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mame," Lilly respectfully replied.

"Any questions?"

"But one, Mame."

"Go on," the Lady assured.

"I thought you had a secretary."

"I did. You remember Mary Elizabeth? We had a falling out. She started with such promise then fell from my grace. You see, she fancied Lord Ashwood and we found ourselves in a bit of a love triangle." Lilly gasped.

"Yes, it is true. You did not even have a clue, did you? Well, Lord Ashwood demanded it happen. I demanded that if we were going to do it, she would never let Lord Ashwood take her. But, she fancied Lord Ashwood, in a rather unacceptable way. She tried to carry his child. I would have none of that, lineage being sacrosanct. I sent the little minx off to work for the older widow Millwood. She now serves the widow. Tends to her every need. I am told she does it very well.... albeit sometimes begrudgingly," she said her voice trialing off, a deviant smirk on her face.

Lilly looked out the window astounded by the story and the Lady's openness. Even more so she was shocked by her friend's deviance, a friend who she thought would never engage in such things. And there she sat, the car careening towards the Millwood estate, having just been given Mary Elizabeth's old job and a possible meeting with Mary Elizabeth. Mary Elizabeth would certainly know from her dress alone. Why come to think of it, it was similar to one Mary Elizabeth once wore. Then her stomach knotted as she wondered how could she look at Mary Elizabeth and what she could say. Could there be another untold side to the story? She wondered.

They drove for a good twenty minutes. "Smith, pull over here for a moment," the Lady said breaking Lilly's train of thought. The car pulled to the side of the two lane road into a wide strip of grass buffering the road from the woods, a farm field on the other side of the road, nothing else around and very little traffic.

"This looks like a nice place to stop. Do you agree?" the Lady asked Lilly.

"Stop for what?" Lilly asked.

"Oh, you will see. Smith, there is a blanket in the trunk of the car. Please get it and place it aside the car in the grass on the off road side."

Lilly wondered if they were stopping to picnic. Smith did as told and opened the door for the Lady, who got out and came around the car to Lilly's side. Smith opened the door, "Get out Lilly. Smith, please stand on the street side of the car and watch for cars. If they stop tell them all is well and to move on," the Lady said.

Lilly's mind began to run wild with fear as she stepped out and faced the Lady. the warm autumn air blew across her body as she waited.

"It is time to pay your penance, again, and I have a sudden need. Get on your knees," the Lady demanded. Lilly acceded to her request- a sudden knot tightening in her stomach- and Lily knelt on the blanket as the Lady leaned back against the car and lifted her skirt, revealing her naked Mons.

"Well, don't just stare at it..." the Lady admonished, "... you know what I want. Now get on it."

Lilly protested, "But Mame..."

The Lady sternly replied, "..now, do it, and with a smile...."

Lilly raised herself to the Lady's sex and began the slow and delicate process of teasing her open with her mouth, gently kissing her hips and thighs, working her way around the sex and then licking at the hairy furrow. The Lady responded, placing her hand on the back of Lilly's head and gently pressing into her face as her juices began to flow. 

A car stopped. Lilly froze in terror, her heart pounded with fear they would get out and find her compromised. 

"Keep at it Lilly," the Lady softly directed. 

Then she heard Smith, reliable Smith say, "All is well here, Sir. Thanks for stopping.... Yes, yes. My Lady is just taking in the scenery and enjoying the good weather. Have a good day Sir.... Thanks again, Sir." For Lilly, the moment seemed to last forever as she administered to the Lady. 

The Lady's hips began to gently gyrate and Lilly latched on, softly suckling the tender lips, teasing and coaxing the slick bud, seeking to please her wicked mistress. 

"Yes," the Lady cooed between gasps as she grabbed Lilly by the back of the head and ground into her face, her fragrant juices smearing her youthful skin as the Lady bucked and wretched her hips fighting the impending release until she arched her back, groaned and ultimately shuddered aloud before slumping back against the car door in exhaustion.

Lilly knelt and looked down waiting for instructions. The Lady climbed back into the car, "Get in," she said, "Now that we have that out of the way, let us get on with our business. Smith drive. Here Lilly, clean yourself up," she said handing the girl a hanker chief.

"Mame, this will not properly cleanse me," she said, "and we are going to Lady Milwood's... the smell, it will linger..."

"Yes it will," the Lady replied, "and you do not like it? Hmmm.... I wonder why?.... I am told Mary Elizabeth will be there to greet us.... Won't it be nice to see her again?" the Lady asked a pleasant but wicked smile on her face, "Not another word for now," the Lady quipped as she hiked up her dress, "pay some more penance until we get there. I like the tip of your tongue..." Lilly did as instructed, gently lapping the Lady's sex, teasing and coaxing out her the juices as she softly moaned at Lilly's teasing touch.

As the car pulled up the long driveway to the front door, it swung open and Mary Elizabeth stood in the archway to greet them. Smith opened the car door and the Lady emerged. As she approached, Mary Elizabeth bowed her head and curtsied. The Lady smugly walked by without acknowledging her. As the Lady disappeared from earshot, Lilly came next. Mary Elizabeth instantly noticed her attire. She held out her arms happy to see her and without warning gave Lilly a warm close hug. She pressed into her friend and whispered in her ear, "I must be brief, she might notice us talking. She has her claws into you, doesn't she? The secretary's dress and I know the smell of that pussy. Licked it many a times. Bet she claims I was snookering Lord Ashwood. I was, and then she insisted on joining us- jealous controlling bitch! Ruined our fun. You need to find a way to gain leverage before she finds displeasure with you, sends you to a place like this to service some old maid. Do whatever it takes...."

Mary Elizabeth drew back and put a fake smile on her face, "So good to see you. Come, tea is being served in the garden."

(To be continued...)



Kings & Queens & Guillotines Ch. 04



A little background regarding the Lady Ashwood and her husband Lord Ashwood....

Stone and Ava Ashwood were married at a young age. His father, patriarch of the family fortune, sent the newlywed couple to live at the family castle in the north lands to get them away, alone, so they could produce grandchildren while at the same time giving Stone the reins of the family's regional business so he could gain experience before returning to the city and ascending to the throne of the family empire.

Their existence was one of luxury and they wanted for nothing. The family employed or transacted business with most people in the nearby villages- some worked at the castle itself, others labored for the family and then there were those who rented the lands for farming or supplied good and and services.

Stone was aristocratic by birth. The locals who met him were surprised when first learning of his identity for his personal demeanor was anything but humble and modest. He was far from the snobby upper class to which they were accustomed from the Ashwood family and the locals took a liking to their new neighbors. The towns folk respected the couple and did not resent them the way they had elder Ashwoods who had previously occupied the land. Stone and Ava were refreshing and gave them hope that their lot had a chance of fair treatment and opportunity of success.

Stone and Ava were madly in love with one another and it showed in their daily affections. Never a free moment passed when they were not together. If Stone was not out tending to business, Ava was at his side, admiring her handsome confident man, a future captain of industry, her captain and keeper. She placed all trust and faith in him and he never disappointed her.

Sunday was reserved for their weekly horse ride in the countryside. Most castle staff were given the day off save for the few essentials who were needed to run the castle. Ava and Stone mounted their steeds and traveled at a brisk pace through the miles of meadows, fields and woods of the manor. He rode behind her and marveled as her body repeatedly rose and fell with the trot of the horse. He loved seeing her bounce, her beautiful bottom rhythmically falling onto the hard leather saddle as her knees held the steed's flanks tight while gracefully keeping balance on the beast. She was an accomplished rider of her own right and did not fear the challenges of the horse.

One particular Sunday, a warm spring one at that, they returned to the stable and delivered the horses to the stable boy. They removed their riding hats and Ava's long shimmering auburn hair fell to her shoulders. He loved the way it bounced as she strode, the two walking hand in hand as they traced the thin dirt path up the hill across the field towards the old barn, the smell of a sweet spring hung in the air. The castle was another half mile up the path and Stone suggested they stop at the old barn so he could inspect it- he wanted to ensure staff was renovating it in accordance with his instructions.

They entered through a small thin side door. All windows were shut save for the open ones in the upper ends venting the warm air, which allowed the sun to enter and illuminate the quiet vacant building. The sweet smells of fresh hay and fertile spring hung in the air. Ava looked up at the ceiling and slowly turned around marveling at the height of the roof and cavernous nature of the structure. Stone walked a circle around her inspecting for an orderly assemblage of items placed for storage, the repairs being effected and noted a few more which needed to be done. He turned and looked at her and once more realized her beauty as the sun eclipsed the side of her face. She smiled on noticing him noticing her. 

He stepped to her and placed his hands on her hips and kissed her.

She pulled back, "Stone, here? What if someone finds us..."

"Don't worry. Nobody is around today," he replied before continuing his kiss. 

She received him and the two embraced in the middle of the cavernous barn, lovers passionately kissing in the quiet of a lazy day. As the two passionately groped and grappled, Stone slowly walked her backwards until she was pressed against the wall. He unbuttoned her riding jacket, his masculine hands caressed her back as he held her close pressing her ample bosoms against his muscular chest.

The two were virgins when wed and while married for a couple of years, their sex was still hot, new and fresh. They parted lips panting with passion. Stone removed her jacket then his and ran his hands across her breasts, their kiss reignited. Ava jumped on his touch wary of such a semi-public display. Stone walked to the doors and dead bolted them closed for her comfort. He returned and kissed her again, this time lifting her hands above her head and holding them fast so he could kiss her neck as he ground himself against her.

"Oh yes," she whispered as he worshiped her firm body.

"Trust me?" he asked his face nuzzled at he base of her neck playfully sucking and nipping at her flesh.

"Yes," she replied.

He broke the embrace. "Hold out your hands and place them together," he told her as he produced a long thin leather strap, a broken rein, and began to bind her at the wrists.

"What are you doing?" she asked with trepidation.

"... Last month when I was playing golf, I overheard two of the older gentlemen in the club house locker room talking... one mentioned something to the other one, commented that his wife still really liked 'the treatment', that it made her bawdy. Then he asked if the other had taken his advice. The other thanked him for the advice, said his wife enjoyed finding her naughty side... told him how he convinced her to try it and what he did to her.... it got me thinking... I want to try it...." And with that he pulled the strap tight, ran the end through a loop mounted in the wall above and cinched it just tight enough that Ava's hands were held upward, her body stretched and splayed.

"I promise you no harm my love," he said as he descended upon her, kissing her ruby red lips and caressing her breasts, his hands fumbling with the buttons of the white cotton shirt until his frustration got the better of him and he tore the shirt apart, buttons flying in all directions. 

"Stone!" she gaped in protest. Tattered, it hung from Ava's shoulders. Her breasts, her beautiful young firm alabaster breasts hung forward, gravity and angle pulling them in a deliciously erotic direction. He noticed her already pert nubs and latched onto them with a hunger she had never experienced. Helplessly she closed her eyes as he caressed and suckled her nipples.

She moaned as his hands made for the button and zipper of her skin tight riding pants. He slowly worked the pants over her hips and down her thighs to the tops of her black riding boots where the pant legs were tucked. Stone had no desire to waste his time removing her boots. His hands pushed down her panties and her thick bush was exposed to the fresh spring air. A shimmer ran through her body realizing she was fully exposed. He was quick to run his fingers through her bush and grab her hairs, pull and ply them, cup and caress her lips as he continued his oral fascination with her breasts.

She was wet and he was pleased. He knelt before her and kissed her, inhaled the smell of her excited sex, and then, tasted her, hungrily lapping at her furrow, her juices coating the outer edges of her tender petals. He could not get enough of the taste as he spread her outer lips and suckled her precious flower. 

She quipped, urging him on as he penetrated her with two firm fingers and serviced her. Ava's hips bucked and writhed. Stone wrapped his free arm around her waist and held her fast as he ravenously ate of her sex. She whimpered trying to be quiet as her her juices flowed. Her breathing grew short and quick. He sucked her hard and she exploded, her hips trying to wildly buck back and forth as he frustrated her movement, holding her fast as she rode through the climax.

Stone rose. He spun her around so she faced the wall. He ran his hand under her shirt and up and down her back, then across the flesh of her ass, caressing and admiring its supple softness. He knelt and buried his face into her wet sex again, tonguing her engorged lips, teasing them, lapping through her furrow, the sordid sweaty smell of her sex seducing his desires, until his tongue ran to far and the tip accidentally grazed her arse. She flinched, "oh...," she moaned as electric waves pulsed around her forbidden hole.

"You like that?" he curiously asked. 

She shyly softly replied, "It felt good," her face now flushed not just from his wicked accidental tease but from the embarrassment of her confession. He licked her there again, her body jumped and she gasped. She so wanted to break her bonds, reach back and spread herself, showing him to play with her right there- to sate all the dirty thoughts and fantasies she harbored for years, all of which she was to modest to share.

Stone stood up and massaged her sex, his finger rimed her arse. The lurid teasing led her to hope he would be adventurous. He gently pressed his finger against it, pressure met with resistance- even though she wanted to receive it- until he coaxed it open just enough to sink a finger up to the first knuckle and then slowly deeper. Ava groaned, her head bent down as she was gently widened.

"My wife likes this?" he asked in a tender way. Ava did not respond; she was deliriously lost in the pleasure of the moment. Stone was completely aroused. His cock hard and constrained by the skin tight riding pants, he was conflicted between the desire to tease and desire to savage. Stone fingered her ass and sex. Ava quipped, cooed and moaned as Stone slowly and gently fondled her towards climax.

Stone felt Ava's frustrated sex quivering and knew she was close. The cummy smell of spring suddenly invaded the barn, inspiring his hot lust. He dropped his pants, took her by the hips and plunged his stiff cock between her tender lips, forcing them wide, defiling her womanhood. Ava grit her teeth to muffle her cries but she still whimpered as the two rutted like wild animals in the silence of the barn. Wave after wave crashed across Ava's ravaged fragile body as Stone took her, his hips slapping against her hot pink bottom as he instinctively had at her, his cock sliding in and out of her wet hairy cunt. Now she rode him, he was her steed. Her pear shaped ass bounced against him as juices poured from her sex like never before. Her inner thighs burned, her cunt quivered. His cock head tinged and balls drew high. He pulled her close, pushed deep and hard. She cried out and he exploded, laying his seed into her womb.

When they finally calmed down Ava looked over her shoulder at Stone as he lay draped over her back, his cock still buried in her sex, their lust dripping down her inner thigh, his hands playfully fondling her nipples.

"Did you like this?" she asked.

"Yes."

"We will do this again?"

"Yes," he replied.

"Will you bind me?"

"Yes."

"...and keep me as yours?"

"Yes." 

"Thank you, my love, thank you," she cooed. 

And that is how Ava and Stone Ashwood began their deviant ways.... 

(To be continued...)