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Rebecca and The Bloody Codes
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Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
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Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Chapter 20 The Owners Examine Their Merchandise
Rebecca’s panted as a flush spread across her chest. Her shame was unbearable as her young body was exposed wantonly to the strange men. “Please, sirs,” she pleaded. “I’m a good girl. This is wrong.”
The men, on the other hand, held their breaths in awe of the sensual sight before them. Her nipples were erect from the prolonged tugging and pinching. Her fair complexion, sheened with sweat and glowing pink from embarrassment was perfectly complemented by her freckles and reddish hair. And that same reddish hair lightly concealed her most intimate treasure, now quite visible between her spread thighs.
Now, with no clothes to obstruct their efforts, the two redoubled the sexual assault on their young victim. Each lowered his head to her chest and lapped his tongue on her pointy buds. Soon they were sucking the nipples into their mouths and nipping lightly on the firm loveflesh.
Rebecca, with her arms still bound behind her and her outthrust breasts receiving powerful stimulation,, tilted her head and released a soft moan of arousal. There followed a stronger response from the attention of the two hands now twirling fingers in her cunt fur and probing toward her slit.
“No,” she whispered. “I shouldn’t. I can’t. I’m good! I can’t! Please!”
When the hands did get to those lips and that treasured gap, they found dampness glistening there from undeniable arousal.
While George continued to bite softly at Rebecca’s nipples, Elliott lowered his head more, licking as he went, until he reached her deep and sexy navel. There he repeatedly dipped his tongue into that sensuous depression.
George silenced her futile protests by going back to driving his tongue into her sweet mouth, while kneading her breast with one hand. His other hand now concentrated on her clitoris with circular and sweeping motion alternating, lifting the virgin girl to even greater heights of arousal. Soon she was moaning loudly, breathing rapidly, and spreading her legs wide without encouragement. As Elliott played with her nether lips and licked faster at her navel, his other hand went back to pinching much more firmly, her hard, erect nipple.
Rebecca was lost in a world she had never known existed, a world of intense sexual pleasure. Pumping her hips and clenching her belly, her short cries shifted to a higher pitch. Seeing her lascivious response, the two men redouble their assault, stimulating and attacking the pleasure centers of her body.
Then, suddenly, she lifted her hips off the sofa and thrust her open pussy up into the pleasure-giving hands. She cried aloud, “Oh my God! Oh my God! Don’t stop! Don’t….Arghhhhh!!”
The men did not stop, but drove Rebecca onward to the first, thunderous orgasm of her young life.
Pumping, writhing, and crying with release, Rebecca rode her intense orgasm. As it began to subside, she collapsed back on the sofa, panting, sweat covered, flushed and spent!
Elliott spoke to George. “We can stop now. I think our property has the requisite response to stimulation.”
“Sehr beeindruckend und schön!” exclaimed George, in his other native tongue. “What a slut! I can’t wait to fuck her.”
“Patience, my friend. I’m as horny as you. Rebecca is a game pullet. But we agreed to save her for tomorrow night’s party. There, her maidenhead should bring us a small fortune. You said your father had refused to raise your allowance again. This will more than make up for it.”
“Yes, Yes!” He said, standing and adjusting his trousers. Looking down at the still semiconscious naked girl, he added, “But my cock will be in her soon after.”
“Indeed,” said Elliott. “I guarantee it.”
Rebecca’s panted as a flush spread across her chest. Her shame was unbearable as her young body was exposed wantonly to the strange men. “Please, sirs,” she pleaded. “I’m a good girl. This is wrong.”
The men, on the other hand, held their breaths in awe of the sensual sight before them. Her nipples were erect from the prolonged tugging and pinching. Her fair complexion, sheened with sweat and glowing pink from embarrassment was perfectly complemented by her freckles and reddish hair. And that same reddish hair lightly concealed her most intimate treasure, now quite visible between her spread thighs.
Now, with no clothes to obstruct their efforts, the two redoubled the sexual assault on their young victim. Each lowered his head to her chest and lapped his tongue on her pointy buds. Soon they were sucking the nipples into their mouths and nipping lightly on the firm loveflesh.
Rebecca, with her arms still bound behind her and her outthrust breasts receiving powerful stimulation,, tilted her head and released a soft moan of arousal. There followed a stronger response from the attention of the two hands now twirling fingers in her cunt fur and probing toward her slit.
“No,” she whispered. “I shouldn’t. I can’t. I’m good! I can’t! Please!”
When the hands did get to those lips and that treasured gap, they found dampness glistening there from undeniable arousal.
While George continued to bite softly at Rebecca’s nipples, Elliott lowered his head more, licking as he went, until he reached her deep and sexy navel. There he repeatedly dipped his tongue into that sensuous depression.
George silenced her futile protests by going back to driving his tongue into her sweet mouth, while kneading her breast with one hand. His other hand now concentrated on her clitoris with circular and sweeping motion alternating, lifting the virgin girl to even greater heights of arousal. Soon she was moaning loudly, breathing rapidly, and spreading her legs wide without encouragement. As Elliott played with her nether lips and licked faster at her navel, his other hand went back to pinching much more firmly, her hard, erect nipple.
Rebecca was lost in a world she had never known existed, a world of intense sexual pleasure. Pumping her hips and clenching her belly, her short cries shifted to a higher pitch. Seeing her lascivious response, the two men redouble their assault, stimulating and attacking the pleasure centers of her body.
Then, suddenly, she lifted her hips off the sofa and thrust her open pussy up into the pleasure-giving hands. She cried aloud, “Oh my God! Oh my God! Don’t stop! Don’t….Arghhhhh!!”
The men did not stop, but drove Rebecca onward to the first, thunderous orgasm of her young life.
Pumping, writhing, and crying with release, Rebecca rode her intense orgasm. As it began to subside, she collapsed back on the sofa, panting, sweat covered, flushed and spent!
Elliott spoke to George. “We can stop now. I think our property has the requisite response to stimulation.”
“Sehr beeindruckend und schön!” exclaimed George, in his other native tongue. “What a slut! I can’t wait to fuck her.”
“Patience, my friend. I’m as horny as you. Rebecca is a game pullet. But we agreed to save her for tomorrow night’s party. There, her maidenhead should bring us a small fortune. You said your father had refused to raise your allowance again. This will more than make up for it.”
“Yes, Yes!” He said, standing and adjusting his trousers. Looking down at the still semiconscious naked girl, he added, “But my cock will be in her soon after.”
“Indeed,” said Elliott. “I guarantee it.”
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Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Come on, Barbara! Get real. A member of the British Royal Family engaging in illicit sexual activities?
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??Impossible!
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Slang Used:
A game pullet - a young, desirable whore.
A game pullet - a young, desirable whore.
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Any name would have people in RL with that name. I picked Rebecca at random as a substutiute for the real girl's name (out of courtesy for the descendents of her family who shared her story with me.me think is no nice use Rebecca name when someone have same name in real
I don't understand your objection.
Rias
Neko Girl
okie dokie
twonines
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Don`t be cynical, its obviously one of those German hangers on.Uh oh ... we’re not going to see a member of the royal family, are we?
twonines
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Steady on, we`ll be having claimants to the crown sprouting up like mushrooms if you carry on like this.
twonines
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Be careful I`m sure we can devise a suitably painful and humiliating punishment for lese majesty.Possible or probable? That is the question.
I read that George 'studied genealogy, military history, and battle tactics with particular diligence'
as is evident from this well-panned and efficiently-executed assault on a defenceless position!
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Great comment. I especially like the use of the tongue emoji to refer to this passage.I read that George 'studied genealogy, military history, and battle tactics with particular diligence'
as is evident from this well-panned and efficiently-executed assault on a defenceless position!
But I must point out that George has not been specifically identified yet.
twonines
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At least poor George the Third can`t be blamed, the poor bugger wasn`t born until 1738.Great comment. I especially like the use of the tongue emoji to refer to this passage.
But I must point out that George has not been specifically identified yet.
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Chapter 21 June 3rd Back in her Cell
Elliott pulled a bell rope to summon Breaker, who had been waiting just outside the door. They pulled her shift back down over her body. Allen held her close to guide her back to her cell, taking what liberties he could with her body on the way. The walk back restored some semblance of awareness and she sat in her chair. On the table was a small but nice supper of meat, bread, and small ale. As the daze in her head (and body) cleared, she began to eat. Soon her intense hunger prevailed and she finished every bite.
With a full stomach, a relaxed body, and days of lack of sleep, Rebecca was soon asleep on her bed and only woke when Mistress Bly entered in the morning.
She placed a breakfast of boiled eggs (poached we would say) and toast and ale on the table and cleared away the remains of the prior night’s supper.
“Eat up, girl. I’ll be back soon with your first set of clothes. The ball dress for tonight will be ready for fitting later.”
“Ball Dress?”
“Nobody told you? The owners are giving a grand party tonight, called a Ridotto, a fancy dress Ball, and you are to be the guest of honour, so to say.”
“Me! Oh, my Lord, I can’t go to a Ball. I’m just an unlyernt girl with no mend. I’ll not know what to say.”
“Methinks how you talk is not as important as how you look,” said Dorcas, surveying the girl’s fine figure and face.
Rebecca ate her breakfast and then nervously paced her cell. She had been treated well since arriving at Ramsey Prison the previous afternoon. And her cell and food were far better than the Watchhouse (for that matter far better than a cheap inn), but she was still locked in a small space. And the locking reminded her that she was still under sentence of death.
Rebecca worried that her family had not heard from her in many days and would be starting to worry. She had promised to send word of her arrival as soon as she was with her cousin. Now they would just worry.
Added to her fear for her family’s happiness and well-being, and her concern for her own neck, Rebecca fretted over the experience of the evening before with the owners. She tried to remind herself that she had to obey to save her life and she really had had little choice with her arms cuffed and two experienced men working on her. But her guilt was heavy. No decent girl would act the way she had, she told herself. How did she let those feeling take over her body? She must be terrible sinful! Did she have some flaw, some terrible tendency to sin to have reacted as she did? She sobbed, thinking of her mother and siblings and how they would be ashamed and disgusted if they knew how their Rebecca had acted!
At the same time, she marveled over her sensations when the men had touched her. They felt so good! So enjoyable! So overwhelmingly pleasurable! She had never dreamed that her body, newly matured into womanhood, could stir such passion in her mind.
Rebecca had a lot of time to think about this because no one came all morning and well into the afternoon. Lunch seemed to have been forgotten. The girl’s tension and worry increased as she paced the cell late into the afternoon.
At last, there was the sound of the key in the door.
Elliott pulled a bell rope to summon Breaker, who had been waiting just outside the door. They pulled her shift back down over her body. Allen held her close to guide her back to her cell, taking what liberties he could with her body on the way. The walk back restored some semblance of awareness and she sat in her chair. On the table was a small but nice supper of meat, bread, and small ale. As the daze in her head (and body) cleared, she began to eat. Soon her intense hunger prevailed and she finished every bite.
With a full stomach, a relaxed body, and days of lack of sleep, Rebecca was soon asleep on her bed and only woke when Mistress Bly entered in the morning.
She placed a breakfast of boiled eggs (poached we would say) and toast and ale on the table and cleared away the remains of the prior night’s supper.
“Eat up, girl. I’ll be back soon with your first set of clothes. The ball dress for tonight will be ready for fitting later.”
“Ball Dress?”
“Nobody told you? The owners are giving a grand party tonight, called a Ridotto, a fancy dress Ball, and you are to be the guest of honour, so to say.”
“Me! Oh, my Lord, I can’t go to a Ball. I’m just an unlyernt girl with no mend. I’ll not know what to say.”
“Methinks how you talk is not as important as how you look,” said Dorcas, surveying the girl’s fine figure and face.
Rebecca ate her breakfast and then nervously paced her cell. She had been treated well since arriving at Ramsey Prison the previous afternoon. And her cell and food were far better than the Watchhouse (for that matter far better than a cheap inn), but she was still locked in a small space. And the locking reminded her that she was still under sentence of death.
Rebecca worried that her family had not heard from her in many days and would be starting to worry. She had promised to send word of her arrival as soon as she was with her cousin. Now they would just worry.
Added to her fear for her family’s happiness and well-being, and her concern for her own neck, Rebecca fretted over the experience of the evening before with the owners. She tried to remind herself that she had to obey to save her life and she really had had little choice with her arms cuffed and two experienced men working on her. But her guilt was heavy. No decent girl would act the way she had, she told herself. How did she let those feeling take over her body? She must be terrible sinful! Did she have some flaw, some terrible tendency to sin to have reacted as she did? She sobbed, thinking of her mother and siblings and how they would be ashamed and disgusted if they knew how their Rebecca had acted!
At the same time, she marveled over her sensations when the men had touched her. They felt so good! So enjoyable! So overwhelmingly pleasurable! She had never dreamed that her body, newly matured into womanhood, could stir such passion in her mind.
Rebecca had a lot of time to think about this because no one came all morning and well into the afternoon. Lunch seemed to have been forgotten. The girl’s tension and worry increased as she paced the cell late into the afternoon.
At last, there was the sound of the key in the door.
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Ridotto – Fancy Ball, often a masquerade, became popular in Late Restoration
Unlyernt -Kentish (from Frisian) not taught
Mend – Kentish, mind
Unlyernt -Kentish (from Frisian) not taught
Mend – Kentish, mind
twonines
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You never know if PrPr is teasing, but if he is implying that it is a young George the Second, then he is obviously rehearsing for Dettingen, a few flanking movements followed by decisive assault on the soft centre.I read that George 'studied genealogy, military history, and battle tactics with particular diligence'
as is evident from this well-panned and efficiently-executed assault on a defenceless position!
