****** Proud Ladies: Visiting Lady De Winter by Force ******
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Proud Ladies: Visiting Lady De Winter


"Watch out, Jack! There comes a fast one!"

The young man looks up and just so manages to jump aside, avoiding to be
overrun by the carriage which is racing down the cobblestoned street.

"Damned, that was close! Coachmen are all idiots!", he curses.

Hank and Will shrug their shoulders, then the three walk on. The carriage slows
down and comes to a halt in front of Spencer's, one of London's most exclusive
dressmakers. The driver jumps off the box seat and opens the door. A lady gets
out. She adjusts her small hat, gathers up the skirts of her dark green velvet
dress and enters the shop.Whistling, the guys stare after her.

"Wow, what a fine piece of petticoat. Sure had her corset well-stuffed."

"Must be a rich one. Seen her golden necklace? Wouldn't mind getting my fingers
on that."

"I'd rather get a grope of something else!"

They laugh. Two constables approach, menacingly brandishing their batons.

"Hey, what are you scoundrels doing, hanging around here in the street? Hoping
to slide your dirty hands up some decent woman's skirts? Better get a move on,
or we'll show you what's what!"

Quickly the guys make their way down the street. On passing the dressmaker's
shop, they hear a high woman's voice through the open door.

."..and have the dress delivered to my mansion this afternoon."

"As you wish, Lady De Winter."

"It's the last house on Park Avenue, standing a little away from the street.
The servants have their day off, but my maid knows a delivery boy is coming and
shall open the door."

The young men stop. They silently look at each other for a second, then run off
and quickly disappear in a dark alley.

***

"But in broad daylight?"

Hiding behind a tree, the three are watching the big white mansion from the
other side of the street.

"Exactly that's why. The maid will be unsuspecting. Besides, the street is
nearly empty and the front door can't be seen from there."

"What if she's not alone in the house after all?"

"You've heard what this rich slut said. All the other servants are gone. Think
of this necklace she was wearing. There will be a lot more for us in this
house. I say we go for it!"

"Right!"

"Hank, you are the strongest, you go first. We'll hide in the garden. But make
sure the maid doesn't scream. Sure don't want to make acquaintance with any of
them constables again."

***

Standing in front of the iron fence, Hank looks down the street for a last
time. Few people around, and no constable in sight. It's now or never. Quickly
he walks to the door of the mansion, nods to his comrades behind the bush aside
the entrance and lets the knocker fall on the heavy wood. Inside light
footsteps echo on the marble floor.

"I regret, but her Ladyship is not at home," says a young voice.

"It's the delivery boy from Spencer's, Madam. I bring the package for Lady De
Winter."

"Oh, I see. One moment, please."

The bolt is removed, then a pretty young girl opens. She is wearing a black
high-necked taffeta dress with a clean white apron, the blond curls put up
under a small white bonnet.

"I didn't expect you before afternoon. Please come in. You can leave the
package here in the hall. But where... Mmpf!!"

He has pressed his huge hand on her mouth and pushed her back into the hall.
Immediately the others rush after him and close the door behind. Inside, the
blond maid desperately tries to escape Hank's grip.

"Will, help me to tie her up! Jack, you go check out the house!"

They drag the struggling girl into the large drawing room. Will rips down a
curtain cord, seizes her wrists and ties them behind her back. Another cord is
bound around her ankles. Looking for a fitting gag, he finally just stuffs the
white apron into her mouth and ties the strings behind her head.

"All clear, folks, the house is empty!", they hear Jack calling from upstairs.

"And this slut is quite wealthy indeed. I have found a nice jewelry casket in
her bed chamber!"

"Come on, Will, let's go search the other rooms as well!"

***

Some minutes later the three burglars are standing around the billiard table in
the drawing room celebrating their loot - rings, bracelets, necklaces and two
purses with gold coins.

"Good idea to pay this rich bitch a visit, wasn't it?"

Jack burps.They have found some whisky in one of the cabinets and now are
warming their stomachs with the strong liquor. He passes on the bottle, then
starts to stuff their loot into a small linen sack.

"Now let's get out of here before anyone comes home."

"Why the haste? Sure ain't no-one returning before afternoon."

Hank takes a last big swig and smashes the empty bottle on the floor. Turning a
billiard cue in his hand, he glances over to the tied-up maid who is leaning
with her back against the wall, anxiously watching them.

"Maybe there are treasures in this house we haven't discovered yet."

The pretty blond girl can hardly be older than seventeen, and as the malicious-
looking burglar approaches her now, the big blue eyes widen up with fear.

"Hiding something, honey?"

Grinning, Hank lets cue wander over the curves of her body. Then he lowers the
tip and slowly lifts up the hem of her long black taffeta dress. The girl is
visibly ashamed to be exposed like that, but her tight-bound ankles make
impossible for her to move.

"Tada!"

Hank has raised the maid's skirt and white petticoat up to her waist, revealing
black knee-high stockings, slender naked thighs and white lace panties. Tears
start rolling down her pretty face.

"What about frisking this prissy a bit, folks?"

Jack and Will look at each other. It's not what they came here for. But the
sight has turned them on, and why not have a little fun before leaving? They
walk over to the trembling girl. One grabs her from behind and squeezes the
firm small breasts through the tight black fabric of her dress. Laughing at her
muffled moans, the other two start to fondle her tied-up body all over,
reaching up her skirts and groping her crotch through her soft underwear.
Suddenly Jack motions his comrades to be silent.

"Sssh, I think there's somebody at the entrance!"

The guys freeze in their movements. They hear the knob turning and the
squeaking of the door.

"Mary, you silly thing, come here immediately!,"a high woman's voice shouts.

"Quick!"

Within seconds, the three have dragged the maid behind the billiard table,
shoved her on the floor and slipped behind the curtain aside the door of the
drawing room. The front door is closed again, then quick footsteps approach
from the hall.

"Mary, where are you? How often have I told you not to forget to bolt the door
when you are alone in the house!"

Lady Rebecca de Winter enters the room, gathering up the full skirts of her
dark green velvet dress with with her white-gloved hands. Standing only a few
yards away behind the curtain, the guys can see the perfect features of her
young proud face, the brown eyes, the aristocratic nose and the red full lips.
She has taken her hat off so that now dark brown hair comes down to her naked
shoulders with the golden necklace. Her full bosom is heaving under her angry
shouting.

"Stupid girl! Really, you are the most unreliable maid I've ever..."

She stops abruptly, seeing the broken bottle on the floor and her open jewelry
casket on the billiard table.

Each of the three young men has had his fair share of whisky, and fondling the
helpless maid has made them horny as hell. Now, being so close to this elegant
woman that they can even smell the scent of her perfume, it's like ants are
running over their stiffening pricks. Then there is no stopping their sexual
aggression any more.

"Help, burgl..."

But they already are upon her. A hand is pressed on her mouth, then Lady de
Winter is dragged down on the carpet. Desperately she flails her arms about,
ineffectively hitting her attackers with the small white-gloved fists, but
finally her wrists are seized and pinned down behind her head. The top of her
dress is torn down, and rough hands immediately squeeze the exposed full white
breasts, making her groan and filling her eyes with tears of pain. Then Hank
forces himself between the woman's struggling legs. Shoving up her skirts and
lace petticoats, his lecherous hands grope for the silk panties and tug them
down. He opens his pants and pulls out his huge red erected member. Spreading
her thighs with his arms under the hollows of her knees, he starts drilling
himself into the noblewoman's dry pussy.

"Mmpf!!"

She writhes up with pain, screaming into the hand over her mouth. Undisturbed,
Hank continues forcing his cock into her and finally has it in full. Then he
starts moving inside her, slowly at first, then getting faster and faster.
Rebecca's full white breasts bounce in the rythm of his violent pelvis thrusts,
her nipples being pinched or sucked by her ravishers. Again and again she tries
to scream, but either a hand is pressed on her mouth or her full red lips are
sealed by brutal whisky-soaked kisses.

"Yeah!!"

Finally Hank has reached his climax and ejaculates into her womb with a loud
grunt of pleasure.

"Away, it's my turn!"

Eagerly Will rolls himself himself between the lady's legs. He has no problems
slipping his dick into her widened cum-wet channel.

"Uh, feels that good! Damned, I'm really fucking this rich bitch!"

They take the beautiful Lady de Winter on the carpet of her drawing room, in
turns, again and again, until she is too exhausted even to scream.

"Man, that was exactly what I needed!"

At last Jack gets up and pulls up his trousers, breathing heavily.

"She looks a bit more relaxed now, don't you think?"

Grinning, the three look down on the unconscious noblewoman on the floor, her
velvet dress torn, skirts up to her waist, cum dripping from her abused sex
between the spread legs. Hank reaches down, tears off the golden necklace and
stuffs it into his pocket.

"Thank you, Mylady!"

Helplessly lying on the floor behind the billiard table, the maid has watched
the ravishing of her mistress. Will walks over to her and seizes her curls
lifting up her deadly frightened face.

"Next time you're out shopping, prissy, we'll take you!"

He shoves her down on the floor again, then the three take the linen sack with
their loot and leave.

***

"Hey, buddies, is this down there the mansion of Lady De Winter? I have a
package to deliver."

"Sure it is, chap.", Hank says grinning. "Don't knock, the mistress and her
maid are already expecting you in the drawing room. You can give it to either
of them. Or to both, if you feel like it!"

Laughing, the three run off. Puzzled, the boy looks after them, shakes his head
and slowly walks on towards the mansion.

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