Victorian Household - Dinner time
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				Title: <strong>Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>23-09-2010, 01:00:28</strong>
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				The dining room is an elegant room.&nbsp; The circular table is central in the room, seating up to 12.&nbsp; For special occasions addition tables are brought in.&nbsp; The large bay windows stare out over the ravine and across the gardens that stretch down the cliff side.&nbsp; The room is highly ornate and candle light flickers gently bathing the room in a rich orange glow. <br><br>Dinner is always a formal occassion, resided over by the Butler and Housekeeper, the maids are expected to know their place.&nbsp; Pre dinner drinks are served in the dining room before the family and their guests sit down for dinner.&nbsp; Slaves may come to dinner as long as they know how to behave.&nbsp; Most eat in the harem though, or sit on the floor watching, they are not to make a sound or they are dealt with severely.<br><br>(Please feel free to gather for dinner.&nbsp; Slaves must be correctly attired and know the rules if they wish to eat.&nbsp; They must be silent, sit on the floor and do as they are told or they will be dealt with harshly.)
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				Post by: <strong>Isengrad</strong> on <strong>23-09-2010, 04:09:49</strong>
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				It was later that evening when Valentine found himself walking into the dining hall, seemed he didn't have to take that much time as he did getting ready. however he did show well of it. His &nbsp;outfit &nbsp;(http://www.historicalemporium.com/store/media/vict_mens_21_full.jpg)&nbsp; for the night had taken him a few moments to decide upon.He had chosen to wear his long hair down that evening, it had taken a good bit of time to brush it well enough for his liking. Last but not least was the gold pocket watch tucked under the coat, the chain barely showing though a small glint of gold could be seen from time to time.<br><br>A look at his watch confirmed he was indeed early for dinner, but not by much it seemed. the maids were busy as bees setting up the table for tonights get together. the maid slaves certainly trying to show their best as well.He wound the watch a few times before he tucked it into a small pocket he had sewn into the coat lining. The way things were looking this was going to be a very entertaining dinner indeed.<br><br>Suddenly it struck him that in his self induced rush to make it to the dinner on time, not wanting to disappoint his mother, he had forgotten his case with the paddle, If he left now he would not be back by dinners start and would force all the guests to either start without him or wait for him. <strong>"Drat..."</strong> he exclaimed, loud enough to draw a startled stair from one of the maids busy with making sure the place was tidy. <br><br>That small gasp caused Valentine to glance in her direction, that was right.. he didn't have to go back to his room.<strong>"Girl.. come here."</strong> he said authoritatively. The young woman, probably a new addition to the staff, came over meekly.<br><br>"y-yes me lord?" she asked, as she arrived.. her voice shook lightly and she had trouble raising her eyes to meet his, either becasue she was shy or afraid.. not that it mattered.<br><br><strong>"It seems my dear I have forgotten a Item i needed for tonight Dinner In my room...Now obviously if i left now i would not be back in time for tonight meal and that puts me in a dilemma."</strong> he said, he knew he could have asked her right then and there. however if it was one thing he had weakness to it was a cute and meek young woman. They were much to fun to pick on.<br><br>"A-a-a-and what is it me lord requires of me?"she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. seems she knew what he was about to ask and feared the words about to spill from his lips.<br><br><strong>"isn't that obvious my dear, i need you to go fetch it for me."</strong> he said<br><br>she winced when he spoke those words, lord knows she had already gotten in trouble with Mrs. hemlock when she had dropped one of the plates for tonights dinner in the kitchen.. and now because of this she wouldn't be able to finish her job now.. if any spot was dirty she just imagined "b-b-b-b-but sir, my..."<br><br><strong>"But nothing, I have given you an order. Don't worry yourself about your duties here. now go."</strong> he said. he watched as she winced once more before giving a small bow and scurrying off.<strong>'In the red room my dear, a leather carrying bag"</strong> he called after her as she left before finding out which room was his. Of course she might have known him already... but he didn't recognize that face so she could have been added while he was gone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>23-09-2010, 04:39:45</strong>
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				He laughed loudly as they rounded the bottom of the staircase, "You do me too much honor, my dear!&nbsp; This is not even my home.&nbsp; You have my lovely father to thank for your hospitality!"&nbsp; He dragged Christine into the dining room by a simple rope leash ended in a slipknot around her neck.&nbsp; "Good evening, Valentine.&nbsp; I do believe you've met dear Christine.&nbsp; She is now both scavies and virginity free."&nbsp; He smiled triumphantly at his brother.&nbsp; He hadn't changed clothes.&nbsp; His pants were wrinkled and still smelled of sex.<br><br>He pulled the rope through his fist, bringing her body right behind his.&nbsp; Unlike a properly undressed slave, she wore a long white chemise (http://www.knowlesville.com/vintage/images/dressing-04.jpg) unfastened behind her but held on tightly by ropes (http://a4.vox.com/6a011017b0dbd3860e011017e391dc860e-500pi).&nbsp; Her hair was tied to the ropes behind her back, keeping her chin in the air by painful leverage.<br><br>"Christine?&nbsp; You've met my brother, Valentine Ambrose.&nbsp; Don't worry, he's quite a bit smaller then myself, so feel free to service him if you'd like a rest."&nbsp; He took his place next to his mother's chair.&nbsp; He loved sitting next to dear old Ma-Ma.&nbsp; He forced christine to her knees next to him.
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				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>23-09-2010, 05:00:29</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Christine Leroux (http://www.celebs101.com/gallery/Heather_Graham/171918/Heather_Graham_1.jpg)...new slave, in a chemise (http://www.knowlesville.com/vintage/images/dressing-04.jpg) forced onto her by Alistair.</em></div><br>Christine growled in anger at Alistair, and spoke in a hoarse voice. After all, not only had she had his cock deep in her throat, along with his cum, but she had screamed herself until her throat was sore as he took her virginity. Her chest heaved as she let out angry breaths, and only met Valentine's eyes as she remembered their brief meeting earlier.<br><br>Obviously the girl was fearless...and liked to play with fire. Deep down she knew that she should obey if she wanted to keep her health and sanity, but her temper was legendary, and she couldn't bring herself to submit yet. She was stiff from the ropes (http://a4.vox.com/6a011017b0dbd3860e011017e391dc860e-500pi), and although she made eye contact with the younger man, she said nothing even as she was pushed down beside the heir roughly. Righting herself, she pressed her lips together and held herself like a queen, although she couldn't stand without pulling at the ropes. Therefore, she was forced to obey...for the time being.
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				Post by: <strong>Teridas</strong> on <strong>23-09-2010, 08:29:34</strong>
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				Cyril prepped himself for dinner although it didn't take nearly as long as he would've thought, before leaving his room he reached over and grabbed his violin case hoping to entertain everyone tonight as they mingled before supper. His attire (http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcT-2z2H0hWUQH77bnxDmNSNl79_imwN4m8GMvCG76bIE1jJrXw&amp;t=1&amp;usg=__C7YR6fc1o4tDJx39RhqQ_ES_HMw=) included a velvet overcoat with matching pants and a white collared shirt. He left his room heading towards the stairs, checking his pockets to make sure nothing was missing he had his pocket watch and handkerchief tucked snuggly into his pockets. He took a deep breath before heading downstairs.<br><br>He saw the brothers as well as Christine in her clothing knowing she would be scolded for such behavior however it seemed Alistair was the reason for it by the way she was tied. He nodded to them as he walked over to one of the slave maids and acquired himself a glass of wine. <strong>"Good evening Alistair, Valentine, fine evening wouldn't you agree?"</strong> he spoke before taking a sip from the glass.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>23-09-2010, 11:06:51</strong>
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				Constance had enjoyed a delightful bathe and the maids had attend to her well.&nbsp; She was still sore from her 'ride' and knew she would probably be entertaining after dinner.&nbsp; She had no idea who it might be.&nbsp; She dressed in a gorgeous deep red gown that showed quite a lot of her shoulders and swept the floor.&nbsp; She made sure she looked her utmost best.&nbsp; And she was even wearing a pair of finest panties, they felt wonderful against her woman's secret place.&nbsp; She wondered if the boys would be there, she hadn't seen her dear Valentine for a while, and Alistair had been busy all afternoon with his newest victim.&nbsp; Such dear boys the pair of them.<br><br>She swished down the stairs, passing a maid who was moving up.&nbsp; She frowned, the maid should have been in the preparing for dinner.&nbsp; She shrugged, she would find out she was sure.&nbsp; Entering the dining room she smiled at her boys and Mr. Cyril.&nbsp; "My dear young men" she said softly, walking across to pour herself a sherry before dinner.<br><br>"Valentine my love, I trust we find you in good health" she purred, then looked at Alistair, "dearest boy, you look slightly dishevelled." She commented looking at the slave on her knees, "such a delight.&nbsp; I hope she has kept you entertained" Constance said, walking across to the girl.&nbsp; She stroked her hair, tilting her face to her, "I do hope you know how to behave at dinner darling, I would hate to see you go without food, you do look like you need a meal or two." She said, and lent down, kissing her fully on the lips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>23-09-2010, 15:12:39</strong>
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				Victoria got herself cleaned up after her little 'challenge' with Valen. She decided to put on her pretty pink gown for this evenings dinner. (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d2/Victoriancostume2.jpg) She knew it would impress and entice the men of the house hold. She knew how to dress just right for the manor. <br><br>Victoria descended down the stairs past some of the maids, she giggled as she saw them scurry about preparing for dinner. She walked into the dining room and waited. She knew they would stand, at least for her, since she was such a 'proper' lady. "Good evening all, I hope everyone is well. Thank you again Your Lordship for having me at this wonderful time." She sauntered over to the table and saw Alistair's prize'.&nbsp; "Hmm she's nice Alistair, hello sweetie, hope he hasn't been too rough on you. Let me know if he has, I'll make sure to make things all better." She kissed the girl on the top of her head. Victoria was seated between two empty chairs. She wondered if who, if anyone would scramble to switch their seats just to be next to her supple body. If anyone did, they just might be lucky enough to entertain her after dinner. "Lady Ambrose, you look absolutely glowing, perhaps our little chat helped?," She winked at Constance. She scouted the tabble to see who's eyes were on her and if any one was rising to scoot next to her.
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				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>23-09-2010, 15:25:40</strong>
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				"Somewhat.&nbsp; Oh yes!&nbsp; You should see her begging!"&nbsp; He stood up as mother approached her and grabbed her head, pulling her roughly into him and unceremoniously stuck his tongue down her throat, kissing her deeply.&nbsp; He tasted her lips for nearly a minute before seperating and sitting back in his chair.&nbsp; "Would you like to see her in action, Ma-ma?" <br><br>"You'll do no such thing, Victoria.&nbsp; She's mine."&nbsp; He scowled at her.&nbsp; He declined to do anything about this new woman, but his eyes were smoldering with equal parts lust and anger.<br><br>He pushed his chair away from the table and snapped his fingers in front of Christine, "Girl.&nbsp; Get in front of me, lean down and put your beautiful ass in the air."&nbsp; As she hesitated, he barked, "I do swear, if you embarrass me in front of Mother, I'll make sure you walk with a limp the rest of your life."
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				Post by: <strong>AngelsDemonsCode</strong> on <strong>23-09-2010, 15:47:20</strong>
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				Louis Benedict, one of the new footmen for the Ambrose family, first knocked on the door politely and entered the room. His uniform was crisp and clean, showing signs of just being recently washed for the occasion that was happening here. In his gloved hand was a leather leash, trailing outside holding to something.<br><br>"Good evening Lord Ambrose, Lady Ambrose," he said in a kind, soft voice. He bowed to them and to the other members and guests of the household. Hoping to make a good impression on all of them today. "I have brought one of the new ones as requested." Tugging on the leash, he walked further into the room and brought whatever was connected to it inside the dining room. Connected to the leash was collar, and on the collar was one the new slave girls the Slave-In-Training, Annalisa. Her hair pull back into a low pony tail to show her face, the copper locket around her neck glinting in the light.<br><br>"I apologize for collaring her without your permission," he said humbly. "But she has been a wild thing all morning with her fighting and struggling, as the maids have reported to me, and I didn't want her to ruin the evening dinner. So I collared her myself in order to prevent her from doing anything foolish. Forgive my intrusion and I assure you it won't happen again."<br><br>She was dressed appropriately for the evening, wearing just enough clothing to hide her body from view but just enough to show hints and tantalize the people there if they liked her enough. Though young and pretty, she had a bitter, pinched look on her face as she walked inside the dining room. <br><br>Louis gestured simply to the floor, near the table but not enough, and so she sat down on there on her knees, watching the family and their guests with undisguised hatred and humiliation of her situation at the moment. But she kept her mouth shut and did nothing else but stare at them, knowing the rules set for the dining room. Long as she didn't break them, she should be fine.<br><br>The older man looked at the girl as he stepped away, praying that she wouldn't do anything to get punished. How he looked forward to this entire evening, since it would be his first time ever in the room with the entire Ambrose family and the slaves. He wanted to see what they would do the ones who misbehaved. But now, since Annalisa, his little sister, was one of those slaves he was regretting how eager he was before. He hoped they wouldn't harm her. Or they made <em>him</em> harm her.<br><br>Fate was a cruel mistress at times. He wanted to find his sister and he did... just not in the way or situation he hoped they would ever be.<br><br>He tried to keep his face relaxed and void of emotion, not wanting them to know about his connection with his sister and himself yet. He fiddled with his copper locket a bit, his heart racing against his chest wildly now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Polymorph</strong> on <strong>23-09-2010, 17:37:56</strong>
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				Flashy finished his preparations for dinner. Since formal dress was requested he unpacked his dress uniform. The 11th lancers parade dress was particularly dashing, one of the main reasons he'd had influence exerted by his father to earn him a commision. The trousers were bright red and extremely tight, earning the regiment the nickname the cherrypickers. Luckily Flashman had both the legs and the bottom to do the tight trousers true justice.<br><br>With a splash of pomade to stiffen his military whiskers and draping his heavily brocaded jacket over one shoulder as was the fashion in the light brigade he marched from the Bamboo room to the dining room and entered.<br><br>"Lady Ambrose." Flashman greeted the hostess, with a flamboyant bow. "Captain Harry Flashman of the eleventh lancers at your service."<br><br>Harry looked around the room, in addition to the lady of the house, her two sons and a lady and a gentleman unknown to him were in attendance. Most notably was a young woman in a state of partial undress and bound by a rope. Flashman feigned a casual air as if such sights were common in an English manor as he waited to be seated by either the butler or a footman.<br><br>"May I commend you on your choice for my bedchamber, my lady?" Flashman said, always quick to toady to those in power. "As I have recently returned from action, serving the crown in India, I feel most comfortable with the decor."<br><br>Flashman, made certain to say no more of the action he had seen. The Victoria cross adorning his uniform would speak for itself. The circumstances of it's earning had been widely reported at the time in the national papers. The true events of Piper's fort were known only to Harry and Sergeant Butler, and the Sergeant being dead by Flasman's sword thrust was in no position to expose the truth. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>23-09-2010, 17:53:45</strong>
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				Constance looked at her dearest son, her eyes gentle.&nbsp; “My darling, dearest boy, I would rather you did not play with her at the table. Place her over there where the rest of the slaves will be seated” she said to him, shaking her head slightly.&nbsp; She knew he would probably punish her later, and that only sent a thrill of desire through her.<br><br>When the good Countess arrived, Connie smiled, kissing her gently, “you are a dear friend.” She said, kissing her soundly on the lips, pressing her body against her, “you are a vixen I feel Victoria.” She winked and then swept away, making her rounds of the room. <br><br>Seeing the newest footman arrive with a slave Connie nodded at him. Holding the sherry glass in her fingers she approached him, “you very resplendent in you finery young man,” she told him, “his Lordship is not with us presently, this is my oldest son, he will one day become the Lord of the Keep” she told him, her finger trace up his jacket, spotting the locket.&nbsp; She touched it, spotting the new slave had one also, she smirked, the Lady could be devious.<br><br>“You have done well, as long as she knows her place and what is expected of her in the dining room” She moved to the slave, her hand cupping her chin and lifting her face to look at her.&nbsp; She could see the resemblance there.&nbsp; She filed that away, maybe she would invite them to her chamber, see if they would be fun to corrupt.&nbsp; She thought they would, “you are a pretty one child, you know what's expected of you!!” she said then she moved away, looking up as another new member of the house arrived.<br><br>“You are most welcome in this house , Mr Marcus, I had heard of your appointment and I look forward to see what you can do with the fillies we have here” she glanced at the slaves and smiled, “we pride ourselves on our thoroughbreds.&nbsp; Please make yourself at home here, dinner will begin shortly” she told him, “slaves are usually house property, but my son has claimed one for his own pleasure.&nbsp; But if any interest you please say, we have plenty to go round.&nbsp; Also the maid-slaves are here to serve in all and any ways” she said pointedly, glancing at Evie as the maid-slave entered with the silver wear.<br><br>“I do not think the Countess would be happy if you tried to train her, she is my dearest friend and confidant” she told him, winking at Victoria.<br><br>Constance felt her heart flutter slightly as the very dashing and handsome Captain marched in looking every inch the Officer he was. “ Captain Flashman, it is an honour you do my house by visiting” she swooned, dropping an elegant curtsey to him, “I hope Sir you will honour me with a private visit and take some tea, I would hear of the exploits of her Majesty's finest” she said, her voice full of need and desire.&nbsp; Constance had a weakness for men in uniform.
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				Post by: <strong>AngelsDemonsCode</strong> on <strong>23-09-2010, 18:04:09</strong>
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				"And a splendid Lord your son will be," he replied to the Lady of the house, nodding his head. In his opinion, he was rather leery of the Ambrose children but kept his personal word about others to himself. They were paying him after all.<br><br>Louis smiled at Lady Constance, nodding his head in reply but feeling some eeriness in the bottom of his stomach when she touched his locket. Was it against the rules to wear trinkets? It didn't seem to be, as she moved away from him to inspect Annalisa. He sighed in relief, glad that he seemed to escape trouble... <em>for now</em>, he reminded himself and stayed on his guard again.<br><br>Annalisa, for her part, simply smiled and nodded when the Lady talked to her. Though she despised her situation at the moment, she did like living and not having sharp or dangerous up in her body. She visibly relaxed when the Lady tended to the other guests, lowering her head now to look at the floor. Louis looked at his sister briefly, wanting to comfort her when he remembered why he was here.<br><br>He went to Captain Henry Flashman, bowing in greeting to the man and to the Lady as well since she was talking to him. "May I take the captain to his seat, my Lady?" Louis asked the captain in a respectful, kind tone. Smiling in a cheerful manner as if he liked serving others and he was honored to be even be able to talk to the man at this moment.<br><br>The footman gestured to a nearby chair that was still vacant. One that was close to the Lady so that they may continue to talk to one another. "Would you like anything as well? Captain and my Lady? I am here to serve you."<br><br>From her place, Annalisa snorted a bit to see her own brother grovel like that.
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				Post by: <strong>Polymorph</strong> on <strong>23-09-2010, 18:47:35</strong>
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				Flashy noted the gleam in Lady Constance's eye as she curtsied and made mention of a private meeting. Whether they were noble or commoner, the uniform was a definite attraction to the Ladies. He nodded to the gentleman standing beside Lady Ambrose and was directed to a seat by a footman.<br><br>Harry's eyes were drawn to a young woman kneeling on the floor. Her skin was deeply tanned, and with her long dark hair she could pass as a native of western India herself. Certainly she wouldn't seem out of place in a Pondercherry or Goa brothel. He smiled, remembering his visits to certain establishments and the fun that could be had with a native bint and a riding crop.<br><br>"An aperitif to stimulate the appetite would be most welcome." Flashman answered the footman as he took his seat. "Perhaps a bamboo cocktail would be fitting, considering my room, what?"<br><br>Flashy noted that he had been seated close to the lady of the house. A fine looking woman she was too, with lustrous dark hair and porcelain skin. Her decolletage was a trifle daring, not that Flashy was likely to complain, though he may need to keep reminding himself to drag his eyes from Constance's cleavage during the meal.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelsDemonsCode</strong> on <strong>23-09-2010, 19:04:01</strong>
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				Louis bowed and went to get the drink, leaving Annalisa by herself as she continued to stare at the floor and play with the locket or her hair. Boredom clearly seen on her face as she tried to simply sit still and be quiet if she doesn't want to end up in the dungeons or... worse, the stable block. She shivered noticeably, hearing stories on what happened to women in the stable blocks.<br><br>She looked up, looking at the guests again to reevaluate them. There was a pretty blonde in a lovely pink dress... one of the beautiful slaves tied up and paraded in a camisole (poor thing but she was glad <em>she </em>wasn't in that position)... the sons who, to be blunt, scared her at times with what she had heard from the maids and other slaves... the Lady of the House herself, as she swooned quite obviously for the captain in uniform.<br><br>Speaking of the captain who she looked in the eye and frowned when she thought was staring at her. Could he? Hopefully not. She had a feeling he wasn't a man who liked normal, natural sex that didn't somehow involved whips or crops. As Annalisa stewed in her thoughts, her brother came back with a tray full of drinks.<br><br>"A bamboo cocktail for the good captain," he said as he placed the drink on the table for the man, bowing as he did so. "Anyone else who would like to have a drink?"<br><br>Annalisa looked up and realized how parched her throat was. She licked her lips, wetting them as she stared the pitcher of cool water her brother had on that tray of his. She looked at him pleadingly, hoping to get a drink. Louis almost did, his instincts kicking in to help his baby sister. He was reaching for a glass to pour her a drink when he remembered that he couldn't unless he had some sort of permission from the Lady or the sons.<br><br>"Sorry," he whispered to her as he passed her by, looking for others to serve and pointedly ignoring his sister now.<br><br>Scowling, she looked around again and couldn't help but notice the pretty redhead all tied up. She was... beautiful, to be blunt. Lovely red hair, wide eyes with the loveliest colors she has ever seen and such flawless skin. Annalisa fidgeted in her kneeling position, feeling her arousal coming now from her rather naughty thoughts about the girl.<br><br>She looked at the other slave and offered a smile at them, hoping to cheer them up and get a smile in return. She mouthed a 'hello' as well since... well, they said the slaves couldn't talk verbally. They never said anything about mouthing, did they?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>23-09-2010, 19:22:09</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Christine</em></div><br>The redhead tried to pull at the rope, but it only earned a whimper from her as it yanked at her hair. Breathing hard in irritation, she was surprised when the lady of the house, obviously Alistair's mother, spoke to her and then kissed her suddenly on the lips. She was too shocked to return the embrace, although she did blush. When the beautiful blonde spoke up, something about her voice struck Christine as shady...although her words were nice. The musician from earlier, Cyril, and Valentine...Alistair's younger brother...were all there, and some maids and slaves began filing in. The slaves were so obedient...so demure...so docile. It almost pained her to look at them. They honestly expected her to be like them someday? Not bloody likely.<br><br>Alistair barked out a possessive defense to Victoria, and Christine rolled her eyes.<br><br>"I am not yours, and I will not position myself in that way."<br><br>Luckily the lady told him not to have her do that, and she was glad...although she saw the way that he kissed his mother. Absolutely wrong. Shuddering, she closed her eyes until it was over, and then opened them to see a muscular man walk in and speak to the Lady of the house, as well as a footman and slave. She smiled at the beautiful girl, but was quickly reminded of her own predicament. A man in a flashy uniform appeared, and she watched silently as the group of nobility and others mingled. She felt some eyes on her, but she figured it was because she looked so ridiculous. She didn't know if the heir would take her over to the other slaves, but this was awful either way.<br><br>Staring up at Alistair, she imagined all the ways she could disembowel him...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>23-09-2010, 19:28:05</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://www.hintmag.com/mm/helenababic/helenababic.jpg)<br><em>Lolita "Lolo" Thomas...slave in training...in this (http://www.corsets-lingerie.co.uk/sei/s/1825/e/ax008.jpg) outfit.</em></div><br>Lolo arrived with her eyes downcast and her body clean and shaven. She had warmed up after the cold traipse outside, and now she was hungry. However, she knew she'd have to obey if she wanted to eat. She had worn a white corset and stockings, but no bloomers. Her red curls were loose around her face, and a light scent of vanilla accompanied her passing. Already there were quite a few people in the room, so she simply walked quietly over to were the other slaves were and knelt down...watching all the people. There were the ones she recognized...Lady Constance, Lady Victoria, Lord Alistair, Lord Valentine, Lord Cyril, the maid Evie and a few others. There were also new ones, with a bulky horse trainer, a new footman and two new slaves...as well as an officer. Looking around, she allowed the corset to push up her pale and generous cleavage as her blue eyes surveyed the entire scene.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>23-09-2010, 19:29:01</strong>
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				Victoria just rolled her eyes at Alistair, he was so possessive of his 'toys'. She didn't pay him any mind, he was after all not her type. She did love to tease and taunt him, leaving him in the dark, and rebuffing his actual advances towards her.<br><br>As Lady Ambrose began to kiss her, Victoria savored it, "Ah my dear friend, as vixen? you know me too well," She giggled. She nodded as Constance told Marcus that Victoria was pretty well "off limits" for any training he had in mind, although might just have a bit of fun with him down the line.<br><br>Countess Victoria watched as the new footman entering with the lovely slave. The foot man appealed much more to her, but of course the pretty slave would eventually serve a purpose for Victoria also. She watched silently as he moved about, seeing fleeting glances between the two. The looked <em>similar</em>, were they related somehow? Oh how delicious that would be!&nbsp; She watched how he moved, Seating the Captain, ( a fine man himself), next to Lady Ambrose. There was something about him, he was <em>ignoring</em> her. As if he had noticed her and then was trying to keep his distance, perhaps being shy and coy with her. She would have to keep an eye on this one for sure. <br><br>Victoria sat quiet in thought of the offering of men that were seated at the table. How fortunate she was to be in such company. She did pout a little that no one chose to sit near her, but some men were indeed intimidated by her. A strong woman who knows what she wants amongst this lot was rare, but she was still 'part of the family'.&nbsp; She would let the boys play with their toys, she needed a real man that could handle her.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>24-09-2010, 00:40:09</strong>
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				Victor Pollock (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82816.msg3659716#msg3659716) – Dinner Attended.<br><br>Victor impassively overlooked the assembly before him, decked in his neatest black butler’s uniform and new white shirt, a series of which were purchased for the event in question. He towered in the corner, seen yet unseen. Ready and willing to rush to the call of his lord and lady, or whoever they felt so deserved his service. He’d left the slaves to the others, as his own loyalty must always be made apparent in both word and deed. Everything remained as it should be, and rightly so, until Marcus decided to make a glutton of himself. He normally didn’t mind, but good help was thin, and his interviews hadn’t gone well earlier in the week.<br><br>He spoke to be heard in the chaos of the event “Begging your pardon Mr. Gantur, but I would like to remind you that We need Evie in working order for tonight’s dinner and tomorrow’s chores. Much like your horses, <strong>my</strong> girls need to be on their feet to do our lord’s work.” He bowed a bit to show proper respect, before he returned himself back into his state of furniture. It always surprised him just how little discipline existed amongst his “betters”, but he’d decided to drop the thought altogether and await word for dinner to start, The food was already arranged. What would the Christmas party be without the generous Turkey and whole roasted pig? Ham was too small a word, and not worthy of his lord’s house.<br><br>He worked the list off in his head. The vegetables were all set, and so was that nice bit of imported rice, which should set things along nicely. The dessert that would come later, and all here would prepare for the decadence to come with a chocolate on chocolate ode to excellence. The money he paid the baker, and the favor he did the wife, was well worth the effort. It was just another day under his lord’s roof. A little more crowded, certainly, but no less in order.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelsDemonsCode</strong> on <strong>24-09-2010, 00:41:40</strong>
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				She smiled back at the girl, about to say, well mouth, something witty to cheer the person up when one of the men came over with a glass of wine. Before she even knew what was happening, the man was forcing her to drink wine until she coughed it out since so much was being poured down her throat. <br><br>The liquid that fell out of her mouth stuck and clung to her body, making her clothing see through for everyone. And then he lifted her by her throat. Her <em>throat.</em> Is this man mad?<br><br>Oh, it was just Annalisa's luck. When someone (the beautiful slave) smiles at her, another (the man) is going to literally screw with her. She hissed like an angry cat and wiggled a bit, trying to get him to let go of her throat. She wiggled and struggled, desperately trying to get air into her lungs as Marcus held her, also trying to get a better grip on the floor with her feet.<br><br>"Let me go you... you brute," she wheezed out of her lips, hey eyes narrowed in rage and indignation as she continued to try and get him to stop this. And he did, carelessly letting her fall to the floor as she took large, deep breaths for air once more. <br><br>Louis was shaking the whole time this was happening. You couldn't tell unless you looked closely. His frame was taut with self-restraint as he tried not to go and save his sister from such horrid treatment, his hand that was not holding the tray fisted and by his side the whole time this was happening.<br><br>"Her name is Annalisa sir," he replied to Marcus' question. His smile looking a bit too forced and practiced at the moment. His eyes betrayed him the most though. Fear, grief, rage and horror were in them. Also... lust? A brother would never be turned on by the witnessing of the abuse of his own little sister... would he?<br><br>"Is there anything you might like?" Louis asked Marcus, trying to keep the topic away from Annalisa for now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sashira</strong> on <strong>24-09-2010, 02:12:45</strong>
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				Charity "Flo" Andrews (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82816.msg3657211#msg3657211) – Serving at dinner.<br><br>Having finished a solitary meal in the Slave Quarters and after carefully grooming her body, Charity reported to the dining room to serve at dinner. In accordance with Mrs. Hemlock's punishment she was naked, but in deference to the rule requiring slaves to dress at dinner, she had a length of cloth draped around her body. The dark green silk, embroidered with flowers, looked at first glance like a saree - the regal way the cloth trailed from her body was reminiscent of Indian courtesans. However, it was in fact a tablecloth.<br><br>Charity nodded slightly to Mr. Pollock, letting him know that she was ready to climb onto the table when it was time for dessert. Earlier when she had been brought to him, he'd informed her that her body would be necessary as a serving platter. (Though there had not been time before dinner for her punishment, Mr. Pollock had assured her that it had not been forgotten... oh, well.) Charity dropped a flirtatious wink to Lord Valentine when she thought no one else was looking; she knew that he liked a little sauce with his tarts, and aimed to please.<br><br>She took her seat with the other slaves, tucking the tablecloth over her knees so it would not get dirty on the floor. She smiled at the new additions in a friendly way. The newly captured girls were somewhat distraught, as usual, but she was sure that they would soon accept their place and become companionable. Newcomers with new stories were always welcome below stairs, and pretty girls could sometimes be entertainment in themselves when the masters weren't watching.<br><br>She folded her hands modestly at the small of her back, as was the preference for slave girls, and noticed a few eyes dart her way as the tablecloth slipped down her breasts, uncovering her cleavage. She was pleased. Though she was good at playing demure in company, her thoughts were always decidedly naughty.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>24-09-2010, 05:49:14</strong>
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				"Already you disobey, dear Christine.&nbsp; You know what that means?&nbsp; No dessert for you.&nbsp; Care to try for losing the rest?"&nbsp; He gave her a savage kick to her side and kept kicking her as she crawled over to the side of the room. "Bad girl!&nbsp; Naughty girl."&nbsp; One blow left a dirty footprint below her ribs that became obvious as she joined the others.<br><br>He turned to the new girl, still rather annoyed at Christine's lack of compliance and kneeled in front of her, leaning into Annalisa, "See what happens to disobedient girls?&nbsp; They get taken from the litter and tortured by the men of the house."&nbsp; He turned and glanced at his mother.&nbsp; "Well, I suppose even the obedient one's get there fair share of tortures."<br><br>He smiled and walked back to the table, "Of course, then you have Victoria who is her own special brand of torture."&nbsp; He was tempted to flick food at her or something.&nbsp; Some sort of protestation to hide what he <em>really</em> wanted to do with her.<br><br>He ignored the footmen.&nbsp; They were, after all, below his notice, as they lacked two critical components:&nbsp; Nobility or a Vagina.<br><br>He turned Flashman.&nbsp; "Good evening Captain.&nbsp; See any girls you like?"&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Polymorph</strong> on <strong>24-09-2010, 10:43:32</strong>
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				"Good evening Captain." Alastair, the eldest of the sons greeted Flashy. "See any girls you like?"<br><br>Harry considered the question thoughtfully, taking good care to peruse the kneeling slavegirls. The immediate answer that came to mind he dismissed, informing the young master that he quite fancied giving his mother a good bulling from behind whilst she was on all fours was possibly inappropriate. <br><br>The blonde Countess had also caught his eye, a winsome little thing, but with a hidden steely glint to her eye that boded a challenge for a man with the temerity to lower his lance for a tilt at her. Flashy wondered at how she might view the line of slaves on their knees in subjugation and being offered as amusements for the guests. Was her blood quickened by the thought of using the young women for her own sport, or might there even be the delicious thrill coursing through her as she imagined herself in their position? Though he had rogered a Rani and the queen regeant of the Punjab, and been briefly a slave of the lusty Queen Ravalona of Madagascar and been forced to bugger the randy monarch repeatedly, he had yet to sample the delights of a English Countess.<br><br>"The girl with the long dark hair and eastern complexion looks eyecatching." Flashman commented aloud, leaving his musings on the English ladies for later consideration. "In looks she could pass as a Keralan, from the western coast of India. A most comely and civilised people compared to the savages of the north and east of the country."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelsDemonsCode</strong> on <strong>24-09-2010, 12:50:49</strong>
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				Annalisa winced when she saw the poor tied girl get kicked and abused by the awful man. She wanted to help but was too cowardly. All she could do was give looks of sympathy and mouthed well-wishes for her. <br><br>When Alastair turned his attention to her, Annalisa looked at him straight in the eye and didn't bat said eye when he told her what would happen if she wasn't good. She kept her head up and her face stony that time, as if to let him know that she wasn't easily intimidated by words. Even if it came from him.<br><br>Though, inside herself, she was practically whimpering and praying to God that she'll make it through this dinner alive. Or, at least, not maimed in any permanent fashion. The man, from what she could tell during her time here, was a sociopath and a deviant one at that. A bad combination in her opinion. She could only hope that the Lady Constance did something to keep him from doing anything extreme.<br><br>She couldn't help but make a face when the captain made a comment about her skin and hair, since she was the slave girl who always mistaken for a foreigner with her tanned skin and dark hair. It's not like she could keep her skin fair and white from her poor upbringing, could she? Unlike them, she actually had to work to get money. Naturally, she kept that to herself. She wasn't interested in getting punished by Victor or her brother at the moment.<br><br>She was wondering why everyone was suddenly interested in her body and not the other slaves here. It was selfish to think like that, yes, but you would think like that if you've seen what goes on in this house. She prayed once more that they would not pay attention to her and on the other slaves here. Please.<br><br>Annalisa edged away from the captain, hoping that someone else will take her and the Lord or Lady will agree to that instead of the earlier offers. The pig who shoved the wine in her throat was someone she'll never pleasure even if it meant the very essence of her life. The captain... something about him just made her feel nervous. God knows what he'll expect from her if he ever got his hands on her.<br><br>She certainly hoped that the stunning blonde from earlier would speak her interest up and she'll be taken to the woman instead for the rest of the evening. She would <em>love</em> to help the woman in her... needs. No resistance or fighting at all from her side. She fidgeted in her position again, trying to keep the flush of her cheeks and the hardening of her buds away from everyone's view.<br><br>Admittedly, she had been indulging herself in fantasies that featured her and the blonde when she first laid eyes on her. It was one of the few things that kept her from running away from the Ambrose household. That, and the fact the family was kind when they wanted to be. Though that was like a blue moon at times like these.<br><br>Louis, meanwhile, was resisting both his brotherly instincts and his raging libido as he stood there and watched the events that were unfolding. He wanted to punch the bastard for treating his little sister like that. Both Alastair and the captain for being so crude to her. He reminded himself testily that he couldn't just do that anymore, these were not the streets he was raised in, and he had to be patient. He was sick of being patient and would do anything to be with his sibling.<br><br>He sent his sister tender looks and she gave them back, offering a sad smile and an encouraging nod for all the things that were happening to her right now. He was honestly surprised she hasn't lashed out yet and bit someone like earlier in the day.<br><br>He had also noticed Countess Victoria earlier and he immediately had raunchy fantasies of her being with him. Well... riding him, to be specific. She was a woman of spirit and strength judging from what he had seen from her from the last few days and he liked what he saw. A woman of independence and intelligence was something he hasn't felt in some time. <br><br>The girl in the beautiful table cloth wasn't helping, as she showed everyone teasing glimpses of her lovely breasts and promised many (illegal) things with that fake demure look on her gorgeous face. If he remembered correctly, she'll be the one that desserts shall be served on and the images that were in his head right now were ridiculously graphic even for him. Sugar and cream and honey in places where they shouldn't be but are.<br><br>He just hoped no one would notice his throbbing erection in his pants.<br><br>"I'm sure Annalisa is flattered by her resemblance to the Keralans," he said to the captain, a tight and forced smile on his face as he spoke to the man that treated his little sister like she was just a piece of meat. "I have a feeling you won't be having her as just a pretty ornament or reminder of those nice days at India, no?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>24-09-2010, 15:16:58</strong>
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				The countess had noticed a few fleeting glances her way, the handsome Captain gave her the flash of and eye, and she caught it just as he looked away. She also began to notice the bulge in the dear footman's pants. How delicious it looked, was it because of her, or because of the beautiful girls that were splayed out for the members of the gathering? <br><br>She looked upon the girls and nodded to Charity, she and the girl had a "history" together, she had served the countess well in the past. She hoped to get so service from her on this visit also. Victoria chuckled to herself, seeing the lust in the men's eyes as Charity's cloth fell from her body, these men were so easily read, and the girls so willing to,please them, at least after they were broken. <br><br>Victoria liked the redhead Alistair had claimed she was spitfire, she liked her fire. She reminded her of Victoria herself, but Victoria knew that fire would soon be put out, and she wold serve like all the others. That's how things worked in this house, and the worked well indeed. She wondered how the girl would get along after she was broken, would she still have the fire behind closed doors? Only time would tell. <br><br>Victoria continued to observe the others, that's what she did, her mind working all the time. She witness who stared at who, what type of reactions were had. She felt little sorrow for the girl who had almost cocked on the forced drink, perhaps it was because she also saw them as simple property. Those girls were there for only one purpose, to serve those who wanted to be served, nothing more, and Victoria had taken advantage of that time and time again. <br><br>Now she just waited for the night to unfold, and see who would be bold enough to approach her, and want to make her company tonight. It was a game of chance, one Victoria always won at. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelsDemonsCode</strong> on <strong>24-09-2010, 15:49:15</strong>
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				Annalisa quickly went to where the other slaves, especially the redheaded one, was and hoped that their attention with her will wane soon. She had no intention in being trained by two brutes at this moment. She fiddled and all but strangled herself with her copper locket as she waited for the affair to end. Or if the dinner will actually start soon and they'll be too busy eating to try and play with them.<br><br>Louis, on the other hand, decided that he should get noticed by the guests. He was a footman after all, it was his duty here to serve them. He might as well make himself useful, now and entertain the guests while waiting for food to be served. He looked at the Countess and smiled a bit, the fantasies coming back stronger than ever. <br><br>Ladies first, as they say.<br><br>The footman walked over to where Countess Victoria was and stood beside her. He placed the now empty silver tray over his bulge, hoping that she hadn't noticed it yet. He bowed to her when he came up to her, smiling genuinely while stealing looks to where Annalisa was. <br><br>"I'm surprised to see that such a lovely lady like you is all alone at a gathering like this, Countess," he said to her, tipping his hat in respect to the lovely blonde in the tempting dress. He couldn't help but sneak at look down her cleavage. "And yet, you don't seem upset by this at all. You're quite an interesting person at the moment, Countess Victoria."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>24-09-2010, 16:07:41</strong>
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				Victoria snickered, she didn't see that coming. So the horse trainer had stepped forward first, seeing if he could get an audience with her. She did love to take a good jaunt out on a horse. She was sure that he had other things in mind though. She was sure he could see her strapped to a nice large horse member, but Victoria preferred the pups in the kennel, in paticular the setter named Max. <br><br>"Perhaps I will be up for a ride, but it is quite chilly out there. Perhaps I would join you to see your methods, to see how well you work with the horses. Then maybe a ride tomorrow when the sun warms the air." Victoria was one never to disappoint, she worked with any offer given to her, and no man was ever left dissatisfied in her company. "Let us see how dinner progresses, yes? Come see me when we are through here." She would always leave them questioning too, men liked a good chase, some of them at least, and she always provided an excellent one.<br><br>Then she turned to the footman, he had been elusive up until now. There he was right next to her, ready to 'serve' her. She smirked, two men calling upon her, she knew it was only a matter of time. "My dear man, how kind of you to notice that I sit all alone.", she pouted, "I'm not worried though, you see, I have been here many times before, and I never end up alone.", she winked at him. She noticed he had placed the tray over his erection, and leaned close into his ear. "So is that wonderful sight that you cover because of me, or because of those lovely's over there? It is hard to keep your eyes off them is it not?" She didn't care either way, but she liked to see this one admit to his desire. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelsDemonsCode</strong> on <strong>24-09-2010, 16:32:34</strong>
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				Louis coughed a bit in surprise, feeling silly that she had known about his erection all along. <br><br>"It is a tragedy that someone like you would be alone at anytime," he said in reply, trying to keep a straight face to the gorgeous woman. He could imagine her surrounded by men. Then again, he could imagine her in a lot of ways at the moment...<br><br>"A little bit of both, if you may let me be honest," he said to the beautiful blonde temptress. "But I did not-"<br><br>He wanted to add 'but of course, I did not get aroused by my sister' but then stopped himself when he was forming the words in his mouth. They can't know the two are siblings, damn it. God knows what they'll make him do to her if they ever found out. He chided himself quickly before fixing his blunders. Hoping she hadn't notice his fumble. <br><br>"But," he said instead, "if it comforts the lovely Countess, my gift here started to become to be as it is right now when I saw you and the flattering dress you are wearing right now when I entered the room. You certainly know how to dress for occasions."<br><br>Annalisa watched her brother flirt with the Countess and felt both jealously and envy as they chatted to one another with surprising ease. Jealousy at both of them for talking to each other and envy that she couldn't be there. She'll do anything to take a good peek down the woman's dress to see her breasts.<br><br>Louis saw Marcus suddenly just barge in and let his smile fall away from his face, forming a brief and dark scowl. He still hadn't forgotten how the man treated his sister. He let the smile come back on, bowing to him as well but not as deep as before. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>24-09-2010, 17:35:27</strong>
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				Victoria loved how the new footman was floundering at her feet. She had that effect on men, she knew how to entice, and lure them to her, it was a gift of sorts. "Why thank you so much for your kind flattery, it is rare amongst this bunch to get such kind words." She lied, she had heard it all before, and loved hearing it every time from someone new, man or woman. <br><br>"What is you're name, sir, I don't think I've been properly introduced to you and your, sister?" She was taking a stab in the dark, seeing if he would slip and give up that information.&nbsp; If it were true that they were siblings, oh how the members of the manor would revel in that information. <br><br>Even though the horse trainer had sat next to Victoria, she kept her conversation going with the footman. "If you like the dress, you should see what's underneath," she giggled to him. "Perhaps, after you are finished with your duties tonight, you could be of service to me up in my room tonight.&nbsp; I am in the White bedroom, do you know of the room? The choice is yours though, I know how busy the staff can be here." She smiled up at him, and put her hand to his cheek, gently touching him, before letting her hand fall back into her lap. <br><br>She looked over and Saw her precious Lolo also, "Oh dear me, Lolo, I didn't even see you there, please forgive me. Come, sweet girl, there is a seat next to me, sit with me and be my friend, won't you?" She had loved Lolo's company in the past and hoped no one would be too annoyed by Victoria's invitation to the giril.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelsDemonsCode</strong> on <strong>24-09-2010, 18:23:25</strong>
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				"I'm Louis," he introduced himself, smiling at the woman. He noticed the lie about his 'kind words' but said nothing about it. They, the rich, really didn't like it when people of his status pointed out their flaws. It often landed them, the poor, in big trouble. He could live with a lie himself after all. "Louis Benedict."<br><br>He blinked at the Countess' words, raising an eyebrow and tilted his head in confusion when she asked him for his sister's name. In him, in a tiny part of his mind, he was mentally panicking. He, his mind, was frantically wondering where or what on earth made her get to the conclusion so easily. He simply, on the outside, looked genuinely puzzled and perplexed by her choice of words.<br><br>"I think the Countess is mistaken," he said to her. "I came here to the house all by myself and have no sister here with me, Countess. I do not wish to seem imprudent with correcting you, but simply wish to clear that. I have no sister hear in the house, I assure you."<br><br>He felt his bulge throb even harder when Victoria sent him the invitation to come to her room. "Oh, the Countess is too kind to a man like me," he said. "And I am here to serve the wishes and desires of both the house and the guests no matter what. I shall promise on my heart that I shall see you tonight in White bedroom and be the best of service that the esteemed family can give to their friends and allies."<br><br>Before he could move on and go away, he was suddenly grabbed by the arm by Marcus. He turned to him, his jaw set so he wouldn't snap or say something wrong. He wished he hadn't, when the crop was pressed into his hand and he was ordered to punish his own sibling. His heart raced and he felt like he paled in horror, thinking he could never do that to her.<br><br>He wanted to argue with the man, pointing out she wouldn't have spilled it if he hadn't shoved it down her throat, but stopped himself. If he refused, he'll most likely lose his job and he won't be able to see Annalisa again. No one to protect her at all from the men here...<br><br>"If you say so sir," Louis said to Marcus, bowing and trying to resist the urge to punch Marcus to death for making him do this. There were some things he had to do in order to protect her. Even if it meant harming her himself. "I shall get to it now."<br><br>Striding over to where Annalisa was, he tugged on her leash to make her stand up. She followed his orders and stood up, looking at him in confusion, puzzlement and now in horror as he took her to the middle of the room and started to strip her of her clothing in front of everyone.<br><br>"Since you misbehaved, Annalisa, you shall be punished with five strokes to the backside," he announced loudly and confidently, his face cold and devoid of emotion as he bent her over. He pulled his hand back, his grip on the crop nearly pure iron as he steadied his grip and aimed carefully for the slave's full, tanned ass that was revealed to everyone.<br><br>Before she could even protest-<br><br><em><strong>THWACK.</strong></em><br><br>Annalisa cried out when he brought down the crop hard on her sensitive, soft skin. He looked at her with narrowed eyes, trying to keep his arousal and shame at bay as he did this.<br><br>"What do you say Annalisa?" Louis asked her as he steadied his grip again.<br><br>"Th-thank y-y-you," she said through gritted teeth, looking away from him. "M-M-may I have another?"<br><br>He nodded and brought it down again.<br><br><strong><em>THWACK.</em></strong><br><br>"Thank you," she said again. This time in a louder, clear voice. "May I have another?"<br><br><strong><em>THWACK.</em></strong><br><br>She yelled out at this time, her ass a bright red from the brutal strokes he was giving to her skin. It throbbed and singed for her as she bit her lip and tried not to cry from being exposed and humiliated like this. Louis wanted to cry himself but steeled himself again as he raised the crop high up into the air once more.<br><br>"Thank you. May I have another?"<br><br><strong><em>THWACK.</em></strong><br><br>"Thank you. May I have another?"<br><br><strong><em>THWACK.</em></strong><br><br>He made sure this one was the hardest and most painful of all the strokes. Using his wrist more as he flicked the crop down her ass. It seemed to work, as she screamed in surprise and pain from the final stroke and rubbed her face against her shoulder in a desperate attempt to rid herself of the tears forming in her eyes.<br><br>Louis helped her dress up, but made sure her ass was seen by all to remind the slaves to behave themselves. "Will you behave better now slave?" Annalisa nodded, keeping her head down the entire time. "Good, you may go back to the others now."<br><br>He walked back Marcus, handing back the crop. "I hope that was sufficient for you, my good sir," he said. His face cold as snow itself and blank as if he didn't give a damn to what he did to the slave.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>24-09-2010, 18:40:24</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Christine</em></div><br>Christine gasped as Alistair kicked her, and then whimpered as his boot met her body again and again. She was lying on the ground and groaning as he bruised her soft curves repeatedly. Finally he kicked her over to the slaves, and she curled up on the floor as she tried to recover from his beating. <br><br>Coughing slightly, she looked up and saw the pretty darker complexion girl, and smiled crookedly. Swallowing, she sat up and was catching her sanity again. <br><br>Looking around, she saw a fair amount of lustful gazes turned upon her, but she always responded with a glare.<br><br>When the man took Annalisa up and lashed her, Christine struggled to her feet. <br><br>"Stop it! Can you not see she is in pain?"<br><br>Her protective instincts were coming out full force, even as she stared at Louis. <br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><em>Lolita</em></div><br>Lolo was jealous. The beautiful new brunette had 3 men showing interest, and the countess had 2. The young redhead was sitting obediently, but she felt hurt. She knew that the more exotic look and Victoria's golden beauty were popular, but some men liked redheads. Freckles, pale curves and bright blue eyes were liked occasionally. Right?<br><br>She was just feeling sorry for herself when the countess spoke. Smiling, Lolo crawled over to where she was...her ample ass cheeks swaying softly. Reaching the woman's side, she knelt and looked up at Victoria. Her full cleavage pushed up by the corset. <br><br>"Thank you, Countess."<br><br>Watching the punishment, she winced at the girl's obvious pain, but noticed the man's arousal when he returned. Even though she knew it was for the Countess, she couldn't help licking her lips in desire. <br><br>When the newest slave spoke up, Lolo grimaced. She'd be punished for that. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelsDemonsCode</strong> on <strong>24-09-2010, 18:59:53</strong>
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				<em>Of course I can see that she's in pain</em>, he wanted to snap at the slave. He wanted to grab her by the shoulders and shake her violently, wanting some way to let his anger out for having to do something so sick and twisted to his little sister. <em>I would know when my own loved ones are hurt by my own hand, Goddamn it!</em><br><br>Instead of doing that, he closed his eyes and took several deep breathes in an effort to calm himself before he opened his eyes and walked to where Christine was. His stride measured every step so he didn't go flying in a bloody rage. He looked down at her with narrowed, arrogant eyes. There was an advantage in being a tall person and this is one of them for sure.<br><br>"I know that, Christine," he said coolly. "Which is the whole point of punishing her. She must realize that, as a slave like you, there are things she cannot do anymore. Being a little brat is one of them." He spoke to her like she was a young child, asking a question that should be obvious even to her. "When she does that, something she cannot do, she must be punished. It's that simple, dear. If you do bad, bad things happen to you. If you do good, good things will happen."<br><br>He looked to where Annalisa was, raising an eyebrow. "Isn't that right, Annalisa?"<br><br>Annalisa growled at him quietly but nodded, not wanting another session with the crop after what she went through. She rubbed her tender ass with her fingers, wincing ever so often while she tried to assess the damage the strokes did. It was only five but it hurt. God knows how she would have reacted if it was more than that...<br><br>While Annalisa mused, Louis educated. Or, did his version of it. After seeing Annalisa and her actions, he turned his attention back to Christine, gesturing to the other slave now. <br><br>"See? She knows how to behave now, you all will see what will happen but it didn't happen to you and the guests had a show to watch," he said, as if it justified his behavior and actions. "Everyone is happy and earned something from this. Should we not focus on the outcomes and not the process?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>24-09-2010, 19:23:25</strong>
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				Christine could feel her heart race as he moved closer, wondering if he was going to punish her as well. She didn't care, as long as the girl got to rest. Raising her chin, she met his eyes fearlessly. <br><br>"I just do not think it is right to punish someone for something that was not their fault. That man..."<br><br>She gestured with her shoulder toward Marcus.<br><br>"Purposely spilled his wine on her. He should be whipped...not her."<br><br>Her arms were still bound as she spoke, but her ample chest heaved as her dark auburn curls framed her face. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>24-09-2010, 19:50:13</strong>
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				She should have known that this would happen. And deep down, she had. Swallowing, she hissed as he yanked her by her hair, and Alistair's knot pulled painfully. Marcus shoved her roughly into the table, and she groaned as she knew her pale thighs would be bruised. When he began cutting down the chemise, she struggled...causing the blade to nick her slightly on her lower back. Either way, her nude rear and back were soon exposed, and she blushed in humiliation. She couldn't see Alistair, but somehow she had a feeling he wouldn't like this. <br><br>However, no matter how hard she fought against Marcus, he didn't budge, and soon she let out a shriek as the first blow landed. Every one earned a yelp or whimper, but when his fingers dipped between her legs, she tensed and was surprised to feel how wet she was. <br><br>"Get off of me!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelsDemonsCode</strong> on <strong>24-09-2010, 19:59:44</strong>
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				"I'm just a simple footman Christine," he explained gently. His voice not sounding harsh or mean but, instead, gentle and lulling. "My job is to follow the orders of the guests to their complete satisfaction if given the right circumstances. I am just doing my job to the best of my abilities. Like your and Annalisa's job is to be good girls for the guests."<br><br>His handsome features, that were set in a cold fashion, had softened when the girl pointed out Marcus spilled wine all over Annalisa on purpose. He was glad someone else saw it but couldn't say anything about it. Again. <br><br>Louis turned his head to see if Annalisa was fine. She seemed to be. Wincing every once and a while as she sat on her bottom but alright as she finally got her breathe back and stayed out of the sights of the others. Smart girl. He caught her eye and inclined his head a bit, showing some shame for what he had done. She smiled back sadly in return, waving her hand casually to show she was kind of fine now.<br><br>He sighed, shaking his head as he turned his attentions back the slave before him. A pretty, proud thing with a fiery spirit that matched her hair. He would hate to see such lovely potential under all of that go to the dogs... for real. He winced at the thought, those rumors were horrid things, and decided that he might as well try to defuse this. <br><br>"I am not interested in punishing you Christine, even if you're meddlesome thing," he said to her honestly. "You've spoken out of place, yes, but said silly things like that all the time so it's no surprise anymore to us. Please, just back down and stop this now before I actually have to enforce my duties on you." <br><br>He fixed himself, trying to ignore his throbbing erection from punishing his own sibling. He felt disgusted with himself for thinking that but all he could remember now was her lovely screams. He fiddled with his copper locket, looking at the girl for an answer.<br><br>He gave out a cry of surprise when Marcus suddenly pushed him aside to get to Christine. He fell flat on his back, looking up to see the man push Christine and pull a knife out of nowhere. A knife on one of the slaves.<br><br>Good God. He should have stayed as a tailor's apprentice.<br><br>Heart racing, her scrambled up to his feet and quickly grabbed the arms of Marcus and wrenched him apart from the slave. He pulled Marcus back with little strength, having been trained to do this. He tightened his grip on where Marcus was holding the crop, making him let go of it along with the knife with a clatter. <br><br>He breathed hard, his heart beat fast. He was just so angry now and this wasn't helping. Marcus was a bastard, he just knew it. His fingers twitched as he held on to the man. The man needed to suffer. Yes. Suffer. He saw the knife and had an urge to go pick it up and...<br><br>Louis looked to where Annalisa was... or was earlier, as she had run over to where Christine was. Helping her out and trying to help her cover up her body. He felt his anger wash away just like that when he saw his sister ignore her anger to focus to help someone. And she was a just a little girl.<br><br>"Sir," he said in a controlled, cool voice. "I will <em>not</em> tolerate you in trying to use my Lord's son's slave like that as if she belonged to you. It has been very clear that she belonged to Master Alastair and no one else. If you cannot control yourself around these young women, I believe I should recommend to my Lord and Lady that you should not return here anymore."<br><br>He looked at Marcus in the eye, smiling a thin, impatient smile. "I do not mean to be rude but I am just a simple footman. Which means I am loyal to the family and will do whatever it takes to keep them happy. Understand?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelsDemonsCode</strong> on <strong>24-09-2010, 20:14:52</strong>
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				Annalisa and Louis quickly caught Christine and helped her up. Annalisa checked for any serious wounds, asking if she was okay as she offered her little clothing to cover herself up. Louis looked at the two quickly, wondering to see if there was any wounds he should be aware of. There seemed to be none and he was glad for that.<br><br>"He's a good man," Annalisa whispered to Christine as she watched the footman with admiring eyes, her hands over her locket. "A bit of a kiss up but has the best intentions as you just saw." She continued to check Christine, looking for any thing that could last a while. "Are you fine? Did he hurt your badly?"<br><br>"Dear language sir," the footman said politely, fixing his uniform while doing so. "These slaves are here for your enjoyment, but we do have a process on how they go to who. Do you really think we just hand them off easily to anyone who demands when they come back? Of course not. We have more dignity than that, good sir."<br><br>Louis paused, adding, "and I must remind you sir: You are a <em>servant</em>. You are not royalty or nobility but a mere person who sells and trains horses for the prestigious family here. While it seems cruel to say, it is true. You cannot just barge in here and act as if you have the clearance or allowance to act as you just did towards the slave Christine. She is a rowdy one, yes, bu you are in no way in the right to have acted like you did."<br><br>"Now," he said, rubbing his temples as if speaking to a child over something very simple. "You are to be polite and respectful to them, the family, and what they own at all times. Are we not adults after all? And are they not the ones who pay for your fancy knives and crops?" He smiled again. "I thought so."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Teridas</strong> on <strong>24-09-2010, 20:23:49</strong>
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				Cyril just watched as the other mingled, some civil others, well perhaps after dinner. Cyril spoke in a calming tone. <strong>"Please everyone this is supposed to be a joyous occasion let us show some manners shall we?"</strong> he spoke as moved towards his seat setting his case down and popping the latches opening the case revealing his violin. (http://cdn1.ioffer.com/img/item/891/447/81/VIOLIN2.JPG) He motioned to the others to come take their seats and mingle at the table as he finished his wine glass and began to tune the violin. <strong>"Perhaps a soothing tune will calm you."</strong> he spoke as he placed the bow on top of the strings letting out a gentle note. He would start his dance across the strings moving fluidly with each chord hopefully bringing peace to the table to get this gathering underway.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>24-09-2010, 20:41:08</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Christine</em></div><br>Christine squealed as he whipped her pussy painfully, causing her whole body to jerk as the lashes stung across her sensitive skin. Perhaps she liked pain, yes, but she had a feeling the wetness had more to do with the fact that she'd been watching scantily clad women paraded in front of her. And she had seen a glimpse of the bulge beneath Louis' trousers. <br><br>She screamed in indignation at his words.<br><br>"I will not call you anything that respectful."<br><br>She had seen Louis try to wrench her free, and his words had calmed her considerably...until Marcus had intervened. Louis had kind eyes, and he was mature and polite. She liked him, and she had to admit that he was very attractive. Marcus could be very attractive too, but his eyes were cold. Obviously Annalisa was attractive, as everyone in the room could see that.<br><br>When the horse trainer tossed her back to Louis and the slave girl, they caught her gently, and her trembling form slowly relaxed. Smiling at Annalisa, Christine nodded and gratefully took a bit of the clothes to cover up her welt covered ass now. She didn't like hearing that she belonged to Alistair, but she supposed if that kept her out of the hands of these other barbarians, then she wouldn't argue for now. <br><br>Her trembling eased, and when Cyril played, some of the proud tension in her body relaxed, and she exhaled softly. Whenever Louis returned, she'd speak quietly to him.<br><br>"Thank you. I...I am sorry that I assumed you were like the others. I guess I don't really trust anyone in here yet. I was just kidnapped, raped, deflowered and punished...all in one day. This morning I woke up at home, not believing anything like this was possible."<br><br>Her voice turned sad, and she looked to Annalisa and Louis.<br><br>"I am sure that all the slaves feel the same way, though. Your name is Annalisa, right? I am Christine. Are you alright?"<br><br>She had seen the welts, and they had to hurt...just as hers did.<br><br>"Louis, I would be happy to call you 'Sir.' I feel like you might be the only man here to deserve it."<br><br>Sighing, the redhead walked over stiffly to the other slaves and sat down with a slight wince. She smiled at Annalisa and even blushed a bit at Louis.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelsDemonsCode</strong> on <strong>24-09-2010, 21:09:10</strong>
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				Louis came back into the house after escorting Marcus out of the home. He was rubbing his eyes with his hands in an effort to stay awake, just glad that the nuisance was gone. The day has been a dramatic one and he certainly hoped that he'll find a way to relax after this little stunt. He smirked a little bit when his thoughts automatically came up to the Countess Victoria and all the many ways he and she could help relax the other.<br><br>"I have to get my mind out of the trash," he said to himself, shaking his head as he walked back to the dining room. He reminded himself to go to the Lady and her sons to apologize for his brash behavior earlier. He didn't want them to think he was being rude or a clout in any fashion.<br><br>When he entered the room, he first noticed the music Cyril and sighed. The man was a genius on the violin, he had to give the man that. He felt his body relax even more but not sleepy at the same time. He smiled at Cyril, bowing incredibly low to show respect to the friend of Valentine in appreciation of his violin playing. <br><br>Out of all of Valentine's friend, he had to admit that Cyril was his favorite one that came by the house from time to time. He, for one, didn't cause drama with others or assume. He was surprisingly cool, witty and respectful to everyone. Tense and a bit sour but has a good sense of humor if you got it out of him. He liked Cyril a lot, to be short.<br><br>He bumped into Christine as he was going to serve some more drinks, nearly falling over. "Oh hello Christine," he said to her kindly, offering a grin to her to help her calm down after that. His grin faded away when he heard Christine talk. Well, it certainly explained a bit about her behavior. Especially when he was hurting his sister.<br><br>"I'm sorry to hear that Christine," he murmured to her. "A life of a slave is hard for anyone at the first few days or even a year. I promise you though, I'll be here at your side if you need anything. I'll like to... to apologize in advance for what I might have to do to you as my job as a footman. Truly, Christine. I take no emotional pleasure or joy in what I do."<br><br>He smiled at Christine's offer but shook his head. "Louis is fine enough Christine," he said as he walked away from her, remembering that he had to hurry and give some drinks to Victoria in order to get an excuse to talk to the delicious and witty blonde. "I rather stay be equals and be friends with you Christine. Take care."<br><br>Annalisa helped Christine walk back to where the other slaves were and helped her get to her to sit down. "It's all about letting the pressure ease," she explained. "Not just in one go. Slowly... yeah, like that."<br><br>She sat down next to the redheaded girl, wincing a bit but looking fine though still a bit shaken. "It hurts a bit but it shall heal withing time," she assured the other slave girl. "They usually go away in a few days, though sitting and lying down will be all but impossible. Grin and bear, is what <em>they</em> said. My... trainers, I mean."<br><br>"I hope we can be friends Christine," Annalisa said to her as they sat together. "It will be wonderful to have a friend to talk to here in this place without fear or being reported or anything likt that. I do admire your spirit and passion. Thank you for sticking up for me when my b... <em>Louis</em>, punished me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>24-09-2010, 21:22:40</strong>
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				Victoria just shook her head, what a scene, she noticed the families faces, this was not appropriate behavior at dinner. "Shhhhh Lolo, don't shake, you're here next to me. I won't let those bad men hurt you. You know how gentle I've been with you. Just sit here with me dear." Victoria sat and watched as the scene unfolded, and stroked Lolo's hair. <br><br>She was impressed at how Louis was trying to maintain order as Marcus abused the poor girl. "Tssk Tssk, men and their hormones.&nbsp; She watched the footman, every more, every ripple of his frame. She liked how he took control, letting the trainer know his place.&nbsp; If he didn't Victoria surely would have. The whole situation made her want Louis more. She wondered just how good he would be in bed. She hoped he knew she would not submit to him like the others. She would have to see if he could truly handle her. <br><br>She then looked to Cyril, ah dear Cyril, always the peacemaker. How she did love the music he made. At least civility was being restored to dinner. With Marcus exiting, the room seemed to calm. Victoria felt bad for the new girl, First Alistair, then Marcus, she was surprised the girl hadn't passed out yet. Victoria sighed again, looking toward the slaves, she saw how pretty they sat, obedient, willing to please. Victoria felt blessed to be in such company, at such a wonderful time of the year.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Teridas</strong> on <strong>24-09-2010, 22:08:40</strong>
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				Cyril nodded to Louis at his gesture as he continued to play across the strings. Noticing a few eyes hover over him he let out a calm smile as his movements became filled with emotion whilst he played. The tune he played seemed to allow some moments of peace as he continued. Cyril was always in one form or another a negotiator either it be with music or his words he always managed to relieve some tension even if in the slightest. His music began to fill the room as the tune was reaching its crescendo, his motions becoming more powerful and quick but with elegance. The man was a performer no doubt about that, but the way he played made it seem as if you could see the music before you instead of simply hearing it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelsDemonsCode</strong> on <strong>24-09-2010, 22:18:11</strong>
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				Louis came up to Victoria and Lolo, giving a dazzling smile as he handed them two drinks from his tray. Something alcoholic for the Countess and something sweet for Lolo. He tipped his hat in greeting towards Victoria, looking sheepish and apologetic at the moment.<br><br>"I'm sorry that you had to see me act so rash," he said to Victoria, truly sincere about his apology at the moment. He looked embarrassed and guilty on how he handled the situation, thinking that there could have been so much more to have been done if he had done this instead of that.<br><br>The footman still had his bulge, no thanks to seeing Christine's body in the nude though the circumstances were less than ideal. The girl with the Countess, Lolo, was certainly not helping the matters with his raging libido right now. He looked at Lolo for a few seconds, appreciating the pretty redhead before looking back at Victoria with genuine interest. He, honestly, liked his women older and wiser, to no offense."<br><br>"I just hope you had an interesting show to watch when all of that ridiculous drama happened," he said to Victoria as he touched the locket again, rubbing the polished half he wore. "I did not think dinner could be such a dramatic affair at times like these! It makes me almost yearn for my old job before I came here. Almost."<br><br>While Louis talked to Victoria, Annalisa listened to Cyril's music with rapt attention. Never having heard anything like that before. Her eyes wide with innocent rapture as she desperately tried to listen well and hear it all. She leaned a bit, narrowing her eyes a bit to look at the violin and wonder how something with some strings on it make such a wonderful sound.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>24-09-2010, 22:44:48</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Christine</em></div><br>Christine smiled at Louis, but when he obviously looked at the Countess, she felt a slight twinge of jealousy. The only decent man here, and he didn't even desire her. Oh well...her emotions were a confusing mess right now, and she supposed she only wanted him because he was the first man to be nice to her. Sighing, she nodded as he left and watched a bit longingly. She looked over to Alistair and felt two things stir her blood...hatred and desire. The desire surprised her, but she couldn't deny he was an attractive man. Either way, she turned back to Annalisa and gave her a genuine smile.<br><br>As the brunette helped her sit down, Christine finally was able to kneel without feeling like her ass was on fire. She spoke at last.<br><br>"Thank you. I would like to have a friend in here. And no problem. I just don't like to see people hurt, as silly as that may sound."<br><br>Looking at Annalisa, she reached over and took her hand, squeezing it gently.<br><br>"I am glad to meet someone like you, though."<br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><em>Lolita</em></div><br>Lolo watched the scene unfold with horror. Who was this man who thought he could just ignore the protocol and his superiors? The fellow redhead looked distraught, and she couldn't blame her, although when she went back to the other slaves, Lolo relaxed. She seemed to be alright.<br><br>However, she did feel a shudder of arousal go through her body as she watched everything, and that was what Victoria felt as she was stroking her hair. Lolo knew that Victoria was far from the sweet and innocent woman she tried to appear, but she still felt a strange fondness for the woman. Seeing Louis come back, she looked surprised when he brought her a drink, but she nodded and smiled up at him...noticing his bulge with interest.<br><br>"Thank you, Sir."<br><br>She knew that he wanted Victoria...as every man did...but she figured it wasn't against the rules to admire his appearance. When Cyril began playing the violin, Lolo took a sip and smiled...watching the man intently. She played the violin as well a bit, and some piano, but she mainly sang. Growing up as the daughter of a prostitute didn't give you much opportunity, but one of her mother's regular customers taught her some at a young age...and the orphanage had a piano. She knew that Cyril would ask her to sing if he wished it, so she simply watched and smiled.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelsDemonsCode</strong> on <strong>24-09-2010, 23:16:50</strong>
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				"Same here," Annalisa replied, tearing her attention away from the music to look at the beautiful redhead. It was clear why people wanted her so badly. The brunette smiled, nodding her head and squeezing the hand back in reply. "It's nice to know that they're some people still out there that won't let themselves be willingly used like they're toys."<br><br>She blushed a bit when she remembered how she let Louis give her those painful strokes that caused this whole mess. "Must be a hypocritical thing to hear from me, no? Someone who let their br... let the <em>footman</em> whip them in front of everyone and actually beg for it. I wish I had your courage to stand up to them."<br><br>"Maybe would have made the whipping much worse but at least I did something," Annalisa laughed to Christine, smiling cheekily now. And because she noticed how Christine was looking at towards Louis, and mostly because she was curious, leaned forward to give a quick peek on the cheek on the redhed's pretty face. "The footman knows you are an attractive person, don't worry."<br><br>Aforementioned footman smiled back at the pretty redhead, noticing the glances she gave to his bulge. He blushed, looking rather embarrassed that he was literally prancing about with like he was some show stallion.<br><br>"You're welcome, dear miss," he said politely to her. His eyes twinkling a nice warmth in them. "If you have anything you else want or desire, please let me know soon as possible. I am more than happy to serve you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Teridas</strong> on <strong>24-09-2010, 23:23:45</strong>
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				Cyril let out a silent chuckle as he watched Annalisa examine his instrument and gave her a calm nod and wink as he finished his tune. He bowed towards everyone in thanks for their attention and of course relieving the tension that was previously in the room. He walked over to Lolo and gave her a peaceful hand allowing her to rise.<br><br><strong>"If you would accompany me my dear"</strong> he spoke gently without any intent of being forceful, this was a joyous occasion there was no need for brute force at the moment he thought to himself. If she refused it would not bother him he figured he would at least respect her wishes for the night even if she were beneath him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>24-09-2010, 23:34:17</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Christine</em></div><br>She sighed and smiled.<br><br>"No, I wish I could overcome my pride enough to not make things worse. Everyone can tell that you are not weak or submissive by nature."<br><br>When she spoke about the footman, Christine blushed deeply.<br><br>"I think it is just because he was the first man who was actually nice to me here. Although he is attractive. He seems very smitten with the countess, though, and who can blame him? I know that Alistair has claimed me to a certain extent anyway."<br><br>She smiled at Annalisa.<br><br>"How long have you been here?"<br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><em>Lolita</em></div><br>Lolo smiled up at Louis and almost purred the words.<br><br>"No, Sir. Although I thank you very much for the offer, I believe it is I that should serve you. If you ever have need of me for anything, I would be more than happy to oblige you."<br><br>Her blue eyes stared up at him as she tried hard not to look at his erection.<br><br>"Although the Countess is obviously the object of your desire, she is a popular woman. If you ever should need...relief...when she is unavailable, I would be honored to provide that for you."<br><br>She hoped she wouldn't get in trouble for her blatant offer, but the show had gotten her rather worked up, and she was feeling rather restless.<br><br>"Countess, I assume you know the same applies. I am always happy to serve you in whatever way I can."<br><br>She had visions of her beneath the table, eating Victoria out as she dined. Or even sucking Louis' cock while he and the Countess conversed. These thoughts caused her nipples to pucker, and she grew more wet. Her day dreams were broken when another focus of her fantasies came over and took her hand. She blushed deeply as Cyril asked her to accompany him, and she smiled.<br><br>"I would be honored, Sir."<br><br>Walking with him to the front, she licked her lips and tried to ignore her embarrassment from her outfit. Clearing her throat, she took a deep breath and spoke quietly to the musician.<br><br>"What will you be playing?"<br><br>They had quite a few songs that she had learned after hearing him play them. Therefore, he could choose a variety of pieces and still have her accompany him with her voice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Teridas</strong> on <strong>25-09-2010, 00:03:54</strong>
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				Cyril didn't answer her in hopes to keep it a surprise for everyone, he simply played her the first few notes of the song hoping she would recognize them. He gave her a warm smile knowing they had played together many times even though she was a slave he had great respect for her and her beautiful voice. He would give her a small drink if her throat was parched before they began. He calmly waited for her in no hurry whatsoever.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>25-09-2010, 00:30:19</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Lolita</em></div><br>Lolo heard the opening notes and smiled fondly at him before beginning. Immediately her voice started in a low contralto purr before beginning to trill up and sing the words perfectly in Italian. Her sweet, yet powerful, voice filled the room and before long she was soaring in a clear soprano tone before finishing with vibrato and holding out the final note. <br><br>When they were done, Lolo blushed and took a drink of water.<br><br>"Thank you, Lord Cyril."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sashira</strong> on <strong>25-09-2010, 00:53:32</strong>
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				Charity was shocked when she heard the low conversation between Annalisa and Christine, and then angry.<br>"It's nice to know that they're some people still out there that won't let themselves be willingly used like they're toys," she heard one say. How dare they presume that there was something wrong with being an obedient slave! Charity wasn't bad-mouthing THEM for being thin-skinned brats with no grasp of reality, and was irritated that they could not return the courtesy.<br><br>Their presumption in having such a conversation in the dining room was beyond stupid. Perhaps she would speak to them with more sympathy when they were alone in the slave quarters, but for now they were on display and must conduct themselves appropriately. She rose to her feet, clutching the table cloth about her body, having decided to have a low-voiced conversation of her own.<br><br>"Mr. Pollock," she said in a soft whisper, "those two new slaves are speaking rudely about their treatment thus far, and slandering the character of any who would submit. Perhaps they could be removed from the dining room and shown what truly constitutes harsh treatment?" She didn't wait for an answer, as it would be presumptuous to continue a conversation with her better, so she just curtseyed and returned to her seat.<br><br>She gave a heartfelt smile to her dear Countess as she passed her. She would have been jealous of how cozy the beautiful blond was with Lolo, but she was fond of both, and quite expected to be included in their bedroom games - if not tonight, before the Countess left the Manor. The handsome footman she ignored; her eyes were taken by Valentine and the talented Cyril, both of whom had the blue blood that she secretly yearned to marry. Of course she didn't mention this to anyone - unlike the silly new girls, she knew her place.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>25-09-2010, 01:03:48</strong>
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				Victoria sighed as Cyril took her little Lolo pet. She patted the girls behind as Lolo rose to sing. She had such a sweet voice, a pleasure to listen to both of them. <br><br>She then turned her sights to Charity, "Dear Charity, pay no mind to the other girls, soon they will be as wonderful as you are. Would you like to come sit by me since I am alone again? You know how much I adore your sweet company. Please, come sit and join me." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Teridas</strong> on <strong>25-09-2010, 01:15:16</strong>
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				<strong>"Think nothing of it my dear"</strong> he spoke smiling pleased with her work, <strong>"Beautiful and elegant as always I greatly enjoy our work together."</strong> Her voice was truly a great gift it was not surprising how well they worked together as well as his attraction towards her. He would allow her to continue singing after giving her a gentle kiss upon her head showing his appreciation before resuming otherwise he would let her return to her seat upon the floor thanking her for her participation and give her a gentle peck before returning back to the music.<br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>25-09-2010, 01:28:13</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Lolita</em></div><br>Lolo blushed at his praise and curtsied slightly. <br><br>"Thank you so much. As do I."<br><br>She nodded toward him and spoke softly.<br><br>"I shall let you return to enchanting the audience, although I would be more than happy to assist you later in whatever way I can. Music or...otherwise."<br><br>She winked a bit on 'otherwise' and licked her lips before smiling and returning to the ground by Victoria's feet, smiling at Charity.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Teridas</strong> on <strong>25-09-2010, 01:36:32</strong>
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				<strong>"I shall look forward to it"</strong> Cyril whispered lustfully into her ear, knowing exactly what she meant as she scurried back to her seat. He took a brief pause to get a drink from one of the maids, after he slowly removed his jacket draping it over the back of his seat as he himself was getting warm. He maintained his appearance playing gracefully into his next tune. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>25-09-2010, 01:58:14</strong>
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				Evie<br><br>Evie had been running backwards and forwards between the kitchens and the dining room carry the various trays and platters that held the food and dinner for the family and their guests.&nbsp; She was tired, her feet ached, the dishes were hot and she was struggling with the last heavy dish.&nbsp; it contained the vegetables and cook had told her to be careful with it.<br><br>She had managed to carry it all the way but as she went to push the big doors open with her rear the cloth slipped and she was left holding the silver wear.&nbsp; The pain flared through her hand and up her arm, but she continued to hold the dish, she knew it would be more than her own worth to drop the dish.&nbsp; There were tears in her eyes as she rushed as fast as she dare across the room, trying not to knock into anyone, the pain was almost unbearable and she couldn't hide the sob as she finally put the dish down.&nbsp; She felt the room spin as she stepped back, her hand was bright red, the skin already badly blistered, from the palm, across the fingers and down to the heel of her hand.&nbsp; She stood starring at it, crying, unable to do much.&nbsp; She staggered away and almost collapsed, bumping into somebody and whimpering her distress, her hand was now bright red, and she couldn't really move it, it hurt so very much.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sashira</strong> on <strong>25-09-2010, 02:15:58</strong>
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				Charity sighed sweetly. "Countess, your voice pronouncing my name is one of the dearest sounds I ever have heard." Like most things she said, there was considerable subtext: <em>By using my birth name instead of my slave name, you have afforded me a courtesy which I appreciate.</em><br><br>She seated herself cozily at the side of the Countess. The tablecloth was wrapped diagonally across her breasts and torso like the neck of a ball gown, to trail down from each hip like a skirt but leave her female parts bare. Her wicked streak was delighted by the blasphemy of being half-naked at the Lord's table... but to do anything else would be to defy her instructions. Besides, the tablecloth must be kept pristine for dessert.<br><br>She smiled at the people at the table, acknowledging everyone by meeting their eyes. The offer of the Countess had socially transformed her from a slave, to a lesser friend of the family - at least until she was ordered to act otherwise. "Countess, how smart your hair looks! It's shorter than the last time I saw you." She touched her own curls flirtatiously. "Do you think a shorter cut would become me as well?" She was adept at light gossip; anything more weighty she knew to save for moments of secrecy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>25-09-2010, 02:16:45</strong>
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				Evie had unfortunately seemed to bump straight into the lord of the house himself who looked at the crying girl and then to the hand before he would kneel down gently brushing her hair <strong>"Shh..."</strong> Lord Ambrose said gently trying to soothe her pain as he would rise up to his feet gently carrying the injured one away. He would be set back from dinner by this but he knew better then to let such a beautiful thing linger in such real agony. It was bad for business and the actions he took were what eventually earned him a servants loyalty and that was something that could not be bought. The cane was just tucked underneath his arm as he heads to the kitchen with her seeing some kind of ointment and something cold to chill her hand to a numbness to make the pain stop. And woe to the one who dared to punish a girl when she was in such a state for he had no tolerance for that. Even he had standards.<br><br>He had prior to this spent a long time with the Dutchess in the entrance hall and then in the study talking of business. The Lord of the House had a very firm position and balancing act to accomplish there and he would not stand there and suffer her tone as if she was in charge of his own house. It was he who gave her sanctuary and face and he would remind her of such and what it would mean if she overstepped herself. They would continue this celebration and she would endure it without complaint. Whether she wished to give ritual or ceremony it would not be until he wished it. For now he wished a bit of peace in his household and he would have it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>25-09-2010, 02:33:38</strong>
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				The cook looked up from the pies she had been finishing, seeing His Lordhsip carrying the maid-slave Evie.&nbsp; She frowned, wiping her hands on her apron and moving across to her.&nbsp; "Oh My Dear Lord Ambrose, leave the poor wee thing with me, I will soon have that hand sorted" she said, helping to sit the girl on a chair.&nbsp; She frowned, looking at the hand, "that silverwear is a bugger for the heat.&nbsp; You'll not be using this hand for a while my girl, you'll be having to remain in the Harem, unless his Lordship has any plans for you."<br><br>"Thank you your Lordship" Evie whispered, feeling rather sick and dizzy, the pain was a constant throbbing now and she was fighting not making a scene in front of his Lordhsip. <br><br><br>~~~<br><br>Back in the dining room Her Ladyship watched her husband arrive and promptly leave, scooping the maid-slave who was in some pain.&nbsp; She sighed and looked at the gathered folks,&nbsp; she sighed softly, sipping her sherry, she wanted to get dinner back on track, but knew now she would need to wait for her husband to return.&nbsp; At least he had helped the young maid.<br><br>Constance watched the goings on around her, she was most curious about the footman and the slave he had bought in, she would have to enquire more about them.&nbsp; Alistair was playing his usual games, and Valentine had yet to appear, unless he was hiding and she hadnt seen him yet.&nbsp; Cyril was quite happy, and seemed to be enjoying himself.&nbsp; And then there was the dashing Captain.&nbsp; So many handsome men, not to mention Victor, the Butler who she had enjoyed on occasion.&nbsp; She wondered who she might share her bed with tonight?&nbsp; Husband, son, sons or guest.....so many choices..<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>25-09-2010, 02:43:36</strong>
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				Victoria adored the two girls that flanked her. She was kind to them, well kinder than the men of the Ambrose family anyway. She stroked Lolo's hair as the dear Charity spoke to her. See Victoria would use the girls birth name rather than the slave name given, it made things more personal. "Oh dear girl, as much as a shorter hairstyle might be nice, you look precious and lovely the way you are. What girl wouldn't want hair like yours? Keep it that way, it's so pretty." Victoria smiled warmly at her, with a little glint in her eye. Either Victoria could be a girls best friend or completely ignored, but most girls liked the elegant countess, and her subtle ways. Victoria also made a note to give Charity one of her older dresses, since she knew the girl liked pretty clothes, and Victoria could be very accommodating.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>25-09-2010, 04:03:18</strong>
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				<strong>"Don't let it happen again"</strong> He said quietly to the cook as he didn't like it when ones like Evie were hurt possibly permanently for any reason especially if it was petty. He would gently kiss Evie's brow and kissed her shoulder in a soothing motion. He didn't hold it against her even if she did manage to drop it. He would smile with his hands rubbing softly over the shoulders <strong>"Evie. I want you to get better so if someone orders you to do something you decline it. They answer to me if they don't like it. Only until it is better."</strong> It was probably very rare that his kindness was shown but there it was. A merciful master indeed. Lord Ambrose would rise to his feet and he would smile looking to the cook. <strong>"Make sure she is well cared for with that hand."</strong><br><br>Lord Ambrose would return when this was handled and he would have a seat with Lady Constance with his hands held together with his eyes focused upon her and then to the wonderful things to eat. His eyes rested upon some potatoes and chicken and he would partake in it. His eyes glancing over the table with a smile as he enjoyed his family and his friends back together for the holidays.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Teridas</strong> on <strong>25-09-2010, 04:06:54</strong>
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				Watching as the Lord took Evie back to the kitchen Cyril continued to play to not panic the sudden injury. His eyes moved across the room stopping for a brief moment upon each guest, her ladyship included, with passionate eyes as a light sheen of sweat began to arrive across his brow. Cyril was glad he could be of some entertainment for the night and with a bit of luck perhaps more. He began to move around the table playfully as he continued his tune looking over each person present, taking notice of the lovely ladies that could possibly join him tonight, paying close attention to their figure and giving each a warm felt smile as he passed. As he made his round of the table the song was nearly finished, reaching another crescendo his movements became fierce and filled with desire then the sound slowly began to fade as he ended on a calming and gentle chord. He took a bow once more before walking over to his jacket and removing the handkerchief, wiping the sweat off his brow. He paused for a moment then asked the table, <strong>"Does anyone have any requests?"</strong> he spoke looking for his next tune.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>25-09-2010, 04:15:14</strong>
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				Alistair had slipped out for a bit.&nbsp; He'd always found these social functions a bit boring and he went to get some of his toys.&nbsp; He had been remiss to leave Christine alone, but she'd be fine.&nbsp; Surely.&nbsp; Even if she was not, what did it matter?&nbsp; He'd taken her virginity.&nbsp; That's all that had mattered to him.&nbsp; Without that, she was simply another house slave.<br><br>His curiosity had overpowered his sense of urgency by the time he reached a small piece of wood paneling that he'd been well familiar with.&nbsp; He didn't know if anyone else in the family knew about it, but he certainly had made much use of it over the years.&nbsp; He'd seen his mother bent over the table and cracked by his father along with numerous other slaves doing their canoodling.&nbsp; &nbsp;One of his particular joys had been seeing his Cousin Emily making little Lolita a little pool of hot lust.&nbsp; He'd done it all through a small peephole in the wall just behind the portrait of dear old Uncle Emmet.&nbsp; <br><br>He slipped through the wall and reached his spot, moving the small piece of wood that stood in the room trim.&nbsp; What he saw made his blood boil.&nbsp; Christine was being whipped and undressed by none other then the Commoner Horse-trainer.&nbsp; He found himself sickened by the thought of his disease ridden pecker slipping into Christine.&nbsp; HIS Christine.&nbsp; Encumbered by the tight quarters he found himself unable to slip out and put a stop the the display.<br><br>Luckily, Louis had stepped in and put a stop to it.&nbsp; He'd never given much thought to Louis, but now he knew he'd have to reward him for looking after the family's interests.&nbsp; &nbsp;He seemed to have an unusual interest in little Annalisa... Perhaps he'd like to take her in the dining room in front of everyone?&nbsp; It would serve as a reward and entertainment.&nbsp; What more could one ask for?<br><br>Still, he had other things to attend to first.&nbsp; He stepped out of the house for a bit.&nbsp; He'd never tell anyone what happened outside the house that night or what had happened to the cocky horse-trainer.&nbsp; When passed his father in the hallway as he seemed to be escorting poor Evie, intent on licking her wounds.&nbsp; He found himself vaguely disappointed in his Father's behavior, but said nothing as it was not his place.&nbsp; He simply saluted him with the bloody dagger and kept on walking, whistling Beethoven's ninth.<br><br>He walked into the dining room and stabbed the dagger into the hardwood.&nbsp; "I hope no one was too attached to that Horse-Trainer.&nbsp; No?&nbsp; Good."&nbsp; He said, walking over to Christine.&nbsp; "Poor girl.&nbsp; He ripped your dress.&nbsp; I do apologize for our Servant's absolutely <em>borish</em> behavior." <br><br>He turned to Louis, "Ah, my good man!&nbsp; I heard about you standing up for my property.&nbsp; Such loyalty cannot go unrewarded, so I have chosen your reward."<br><br>He grabbed Christine's leash and tugged her with her.&nbsp; Choking her until she followed him to his chair, "Please, as your reward, have the slave Annalisa.&nbsp; Right now."&nbsp; He steepled his fingers in front of him and smiled widely, "I insist."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>25-09-2010, 04:29:02</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Christine</em></div><br>Christine had no idea that Charity had complained about them, but when Alistair returned wielding a bloody knife and talking about the horse trainer, she blanched. Surely he hadn't...Oh dear. Letting go of Annalisa's hand, she gasped as he yanked on her leash, pulling her up and over to him. She was unceremoniously shoved to the ground, and she whimpered as her sore ass stung.<br><br>Breathing hard, she realized that Alistair had done that for her. He wanted her so badly he was willing to kill for it. Although that scared her, she had to admit it caused her to look at him in a different way. When she heard his 'reward' for Louis, though, Christine looked with horror to Annalisa. She was so sweet, and she had been a good friend for the few minutes they'd known each other. <br><br>"Alistair, could he not take his reward after dinner? She has already been punished in public tonight."<br><br>Her tone held no sarcasm or hostility, just an attempt to help her friend. Looking to the door, she remembered the maid and how she'd burned her hand. She wanted to help, but she knew she couldn't right now. Luckily, the Lord of the house assisted the poor girl.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>25-09-2010, 04:56:59</strong>
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				Victoria smirked as Alistair came back with the bloody knife. Just like Alistair, take care of loose ends, not like Victoria had any qualms, I wasn't the first time a problem like that had been taken care like that. Plus the dagger made a nice centerpiece. <br><br>Victoria enjoyed watching the food placed out, but too felt bad for sweet Evie, she didn't like to see the girl hurt like that. As food was placed out, she turned to Lolo, "Sweet thing, would you like some of my serving? I will share it with you if you like, all I ask for is a kiss. Think that would be ok? Oh and dearest Charity, the same goes for you. It all looks and smells good, so I'd you girls will indulge me, you may have some." Victoria wondered which girl would jump up firtst, either way, both girls were excellent kissers if she remembered correctly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>25-09-2010, 05:00:28</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Lolita</em></div><br>Lolo saw the food...no, actually, she <em>smelled</em> the food being distributed over the beautiful place settings, and she groaned in hunger softly. Still, she didn't ask for anything yet. When Victoria offered a bit if she would kiss her, the redhead smiled and nodded gladly, raising herself up slightly and gently placing her hand on the Countess' cheek. <br><br>Closing her eyes, she gently pressed her lips to the blonde woman's, and moved them seductively across the seam. Finally her tongue snaked out, and she danced tenderly with Victoria's tongue before suckling on her bottom lip gently and giving her a few small pecks in closing. Pulling back, she smiled and knelt back by her side.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sashira</strong> on <strong>25-09-2010, 05:11:13</strong>
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				Seeing a chance to charm her lovely patroness, Charity slid closer to the Countess and pulled her close for a deep kiss. Their tongues touched only briefly before Charity pulled back, smiling, as if promising more for later.<br><br>"I've already eaten tonight, m'lady, so all I wanted was the kiss," she said in a tone of innocence. She smiled up at Alistair with a hungry look, his bloodthirsty nature somehow exciting her. She approved of his move with the dagger. That would show the new girls that it could have been worse, and no mistake.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>25-09-2010, 05:20:22</strong>
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				As Lolo rose, Victoria readied for her kiss. As lips touched lips, Victoria parted her lips as she felt Lolo's tongue. Letting Lolo kiss her, letting her tongue enter Victoria's mouth, Victoria savored the kiss. Ah yes, now she remembered how well the redhead kissed. Lolo tasted like honey and Victoria reached down and caressed Lolo's back. "Thank you sweet Lolo, here my lovely, have some of my chicken." Victoria tore off a decent chunk of her meal for the slave, handing it to her to eat. She would make it a point to steal some more of those kisses later.<br><br>She then turned to Charity who also gave such a perfect, sensual kiss. As the girl explained she had already eaten, Victoria raised an eyebrow. "You little imp Charity, I do like your style. If you ever want to steal another kiss, feel free. Oh and lovely girl if you do get hungry, I'm sure I can find something for you to eat." Victoria ruffled her dress, and rubbed her inner thigh, hinting at what Charity could eat if she wished. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>25-09-2010, 05:39:22</strong>
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				He didn't look at Christine as he spoke "I do believe you are doing our good man Louis here a disservice by calling laying with him a punishment, my dear.&nbsp; He seems quite capable of pleasing a young woman.&nbsp; Besides.&nbsp; If he doesn't take her, then... well, perhaps I will."&nbsp; He stroked Christine's hair lecherously, "And perhaps you could help."<br><br>"Ah Victoria, do you ever tire of dinner scraps?&nbsp; If you want a real meal, you know where my room is.&nbsp; Promise I won't let you bleed." He smirked at her, tossing a dinner roll to her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>25-09-2010, 05:46:24</strong>
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				"Oh Alistair are you just jealous because I have two to attend to me, and you only one? You know dear Alistair, you catch more flies with honey than vinegar. These girls are no scraps, and you are no choice of prime meat." Victoria loved to tease an ruffle his feathers, she got her kicks over the fact she was the one woman that didn't run to him, or get tamed by him. She would make sure she kept it that way too. She then took a bite of the roll that fell short of hitting her, even his throws were weak, and Victoria needed a strong man to handle her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>25-09-2010, 05:50:31</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Lolita</em></div><br>Lolo smiled and took the chicken gratefully, eating it slowly and making sure to not get any on the floor or her outfit.<br><br>"Thank you very much, Countess."<br><br>Blushing up at her, she finished the meat and licked her fingers seductively as she looked at the two women.<br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><em>Christine</em></div><br>Christine sighed and shook her head.<br><br>"That is not what I meant, and you know it. I simply meant that perhaps they would enjoy their session more if it was in private."<br><br>Still, she was forced to remain there, and when he stroked her hair, she couldn't help the little spark of excitement that went down her spine. When he spoke of having sex with Annalisa and the Countess, the young redhead was surprised at the sudden twinge of jealousy that flashed in her eyes. Looking away, she hoped that no one had seen the brief look, and she simply kept breathing slowly. <br><br>It would be good if Alistair chose another girl, right? She didn't want to sleep with him again...did she?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>25-09-2010, 06:00:46</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Isabella "Bella" Prescott...or Ms. Prescott, the new housekeeper. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82816.msg3679578#msg3679578)</em></div><br>Bella (http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M86n2v0usLk/SUf8FYVCk6I/AAAAAAAAB6s/54NSi9bkm7Y/s400/ref1.jpg) had been late to dinner, but Mrs. Hemlock had left rather suddenly due to a family emergency, and Ms. Prescott was only able to get dressed at the last minute. Still, she managed to look every inch the lady in her red satin gown (http://www.cloakrenaissance.com/products/cloak/cloak-100008740-1s.jpg) and heeled slippers. She wore pearls, and her hair was parted in the center with the back pulled up and ringlets framing her face. <br><br>Entering the dining room, she had just been to the kitchen to make sure Evie was alright, and now she gracefully swept into the room. Stepping to the side, she stood by the slave girls and watched the proceedings with a discerning eye...unable to not notice all the handsome men and beautiful women. This truly was an amazing job.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>25-09-2010, 06:04:37</strong>
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				He turned to his mother, "And YOU dear mother, are almost worse then the late Horse-Trainer.&nbsp; Thinking you can keep me from my toy..."&nbsp; He waved his finger in a disapproving gesture.&nbsp; "You always did have so many horrid rules.&nbsp; I think it's time you remember who's in charge here.&nbsp; I want you to sit next to Christine and lift your skirt up."&nbsp; <br><br>He glanced at Cyril, "Is your mother as insubordinate as my own?&nbsp; It's really a travesty when they believe they actually have control of the house."&nbsp; He gave him a smirk and yanked on Christine.<br><br>He absently lowered his hand to Christine's chin, lifting it up so she faced the ceiling and ran his fingers down her throat lovingly.&nbsp; Her hair finally slacking at the knotted rope.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>25-09-2010, 06:09:48</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Christine</em></div><br>Christine looked up in horror at Alistair as he ordered his mother to kneel beside her and lift up her skirt. She blushed deep crimson and hoped that the woman would stand up to her son. When he called her his toy, Christine rolled her eyes and shook her head, muttering softly.<br><br>"I am not your toy."<br><br>However, when he tilted her head up and stroked her throat tenderly, her breathing hitched and her eyes fluttered closed in simple pleasure. She didn't want to give in to him, but there was something about him. Sadistic? Yes. Evil? Definitely. Sexy? Indeed. Licking her lips, she opened her eyes and looked at Alistair, trying to disguise the lust as something more innocent...like hate, perhaps.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>25-09-2010, 06:34:10</strong>
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				Alistair sighed, "No?&nbsp; &nbsp;Well then."&nbsp; He coughed, "Excuse me!&nbsp; Christine is now open for business.&nbsp; Please form a single file line to defile.&nbsp; In fact, where's father?&nbsp; I'm sure he'd like a crack at her."&nbsp; He kicked her forward to the ground, just far enough that the leash became taut.&nbsp; "Did you want to revise that statement before I let, nay COMMAND, the entire staff in this house to have their way with you?"&nbsp; He leaned over her, giving her some slack.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>25-09-2010, 06:39:48</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Christine</em></div><br>Her face turned beet red at his words, and she swallowed the urge to spit and curse at him. Just when she thought she had desired him, he went and showed his true colors again. Her chest heaved with every angry breath, and she glared up at him. <br><br>If she said no, then the entire staff could rape and molest her. If she obeyed him, then he'd just become more unbearable. Besides, if he wanted the other women so much, then what did he care? Still, she clenching and unclenching her fists behind her back, and she remained silent. Surely he wouldn't follow through with that, would he?<br><br>"You would not do that. And besides, anyone would be better than you. Why don't you go have sex with one of the other girls you desire so much and leave me alone!"<br><br>Her jealousy shone in that moment, and she tried to control her temper.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>25-09-2010, 06:53:04</strong>
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				He was furious.&nbsp; He'd just committed <em>murder</em> for this girl and she was this ungrateful?&nbsp; "You little whore.&nbsp; You think I won't?"&nbsp; He walked over her and untied the slipknot holding her neck.&nbsp; "She's yours.&nbsp; I promise no harm to anyone who has her."&nbsp; He says to no one in particular.&nbsp; He fumes for a moment, standing over the girl before he figures out who to take out his anger on.<br><br>"Mother.&nbsp; Get your harlot ass over here!"&nbsp; He yells loud enough to ring through the house.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelsDemonsCode</strong> on <strong>25-09-2010, 07:01:39</strong>
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				"True," Annalisa said. "And I guess our lives here are not that bad. The family takes care of us, we're fed and clean all and not command to do things all the time. I've been here for a few days at best. I wasn't allowed here yet because I was, admittedly, fighting like a brat. Most families would have... done things to me and all this family did is punish me, now that I think about it. I'll try not to complain so much now."<br><br>She smiled at Christine when she talked of her brother, trying not to laugh. "He always had a taste for blondes," she told her new friend. "But he has a... a thing for redheads as well. Don't worry, he'll notice you long enough. Louis can just be so silly at times when not noticing something great in front of him."<br><br>Louis was going to say something else to Victoria when Alastair came to him. He bowed in the presence of the Lord, smiling. He was going to say something to the Lord, a compliment or an apology of sorts, when he said that he'll now have a reward in form of having Annalisa in front of everyone. Now.<br><br>He paused like a deer in headlights, visibly paling when he was offered Annalisa as his 'reward' for defending Christine. He nearly dropped the tray he was holding, his jaw set in a grim fashion. <em>Don't act like this</em>, his mind was telling him. <em>Someone will notice the way you're acting is off. Pull yourself together man. Do you want them to know the truth? Hmmm?</em><br><br>That was true. He took a deep breathe, pulled himself together and smiled at Alastair, bowing to the man as if thanking him for the reward. "You're a kind man, my Lord," he said cheerfully, trying to sound excited that he was going to have sex with her. He couldn't turn down the offer, for fear of angering the man for being ungrateful. He will have to actually do this, but at least he'll try to make it comfortable as possible for his sister.<br><br>"May I just ask <em>what </em>I may do with the slave when I take her in front of everyone here?" Louis asked sincerely, not wanting to do anything too degrading to the young girl. "While I love to ravish her, I wish not to over go over the bounds of my kind and hospitable host and do something that you do not approve of. She is still the property of the family after all."<br><br>Annalisa fared no better, as she all but looked shocked to hear that was going to happen to her. She set her jaw and reminded herself not to complain, thinking it could be worse somehow. She bowed her head, keeping her hands on her lap there in order to not hit something or someone.<br><br>"I am honored to be the reward of the footman Louis Benedict," she said loudly, giving a wide and fake smile. "Thank you my Lord for giving me such prestige this evening."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tackyhillbilly</strong> on <strong>25-09-2010, 07:02:03</strong>
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				Tom walked in as well, having needed to change up, and remebering a couple of tasks on the way. That was always the way of it. He entered the room, and inclined his head immedietely to the Master.<br><br>"I apologize for my tardiness sir. I recalled that I had left some tools out, and had to go out and get them."<br><br>He stared only at the master, despite the desire to examine the... more interesting feminine elements of the room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>25-09-2010, 07:14:57</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Christine</em></div><br>Christine's eyes went wide, and she was about ready to beg him to forgive her when he turned around and went for his mother. Louis and Annalisa looked horrified, and she wished she could help them, but now she was standing rather awkwardly, unsure if any of the people present would take her as Alistair said.<br><br>She didn't want to be passed around, but her pride seemed to force the tongue to stick to the top of her mouth. Looking around, she saw another footman enter, and then turned back...breathing hard and nervously.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelsDemonsCode</strong> on <strong>25-09-2010, 07:44:29</strong>
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				Louis saw Christine's reaction to being offered like that and felt bad for her. But he wasn't willing to try and take the offer. He already was desperately trying to control the damage the other offer Alastair gave to him. Out of the corner in his eye, he saw the Tom, another footman, had entered the room finally.<br><br>He knew Tom well enough, having a few small chats here and there with the man around the house. Tom was a good man, with little need of extravagance and knew to treat the slaves with care. Thinking that it was worth a shot, he waited until Tom was close enough to him and tipped his head in greeting.<br><br>"Good evening Tom," he said to the man, loudly enough for just Tom to hear him speak. "I was hoping that you'll help me in a situation at the moment. You see the slave, Christine, angered the Lord and he now is offering her to anyone here. I wish for her to not be hurt or damaged, seeing she is still property of the family and hence must be alright. So I was hoping that you'll take this offer and use her? The Lord assures he will not punish the person who uses her."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>25-09-2010, 12:02:23</strong>
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				Constance looked at her husband before she moved a muscle, he was ultimately her Master, however much her delightful son wished he was.&nbsp; "My Lord, do you wish for your lady wife to do as your son has said?" she asked him, whispering close so only he would hear, she did not want to upset her son, she knew what his temper could be like.<br><br>She watched the scene play out, but she did not say anything, instead she waited for her husband to reply, to tell her what he desired of her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>25-09-2010, 13:49:48</strong>
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				Lord Ambrose would eat quietly contemplating things for the moment as he thinks on what was asked and how Alistair was throwing such a tantrum over it as he found him to be the black sheep and troublemaker of the family. He seemed spoiled almost rotten at times by how good he had it. And Ambrose would think that perhaps he did not appreciate that. He reaped the benefits but none of the burden. None the less Lord Ambrose looked to his bride subtly placing a finger along the underside of her breasts through the clothes <strong>"Do you want him like this my dear? He seems more... insisting... spoiled that if he got nothing that he would kick and scream. Personally that might be fun... Hearing his mother talk back to him."</strong> Ambrose seemed absolutely amused by that notion and also had the wheels of his mind turning assembling a game for the occasion.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>25-09-2010, 14:21:49</strong>
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				Feeling her husband's touch on her breast sent a ripple of pleasure through her.&nbsp; She smirked at his words, it would be interesting to stand up to her son.&nbsp; "I think I am going to remain here Alistair, I rather like my chair and that ride this afternoon has fatigued me" she told him, her hand moving to her husband's thigh and caressing his leg gently.&nbsp; "Besides I am still the Lady of the House and your mother." She told him, her eyes challenging.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isengrad</strong> on <strong>25-09-2010, 16:42:06</strong>
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				Shortly after his friend Cyril had entered Valentine was looking for the young maid he had sent to fetch his paddle for that evening. As the oters arrived he took this time to politly escuse himself and make his way from the dining hall towards the stairs. Nodding in greeting to his father, he still wanted to talk to him but that would have to wait until he got back, he wanted to make sure he had his instrument in case his father approved of tonights planed entertainment. <br><br>"I-iim sorry sir." said the maid, valentine had come upon her as she was coming down the stairs."i... had a little trouble finding your room.. lucily one of the other staff helped me out when they saw me." she said, her eyes still downcast, her shyness still getting the best of her.<br><br><strong>'Do not worry about it, The dinner has yet to start."</strong> he said, he took the carrying bag from her and smiled.<strong>"now, get back to the kitchen and see what you can do to help.. if they yell at you let them know it was I that pulled you away from your duties."</strong> he said to her. The young girl nodded, dared to glance up at him.. her cheeks flushed and a shy smile spread across her face before she scurried back off to the kitchen.<br><br><strong>"Such a cute girl, she will do well here as long as she avoids Alistair"</strong> he said to no one in particular.He returned to the Dining hall in time to see his father leave while carrying Evie.. His eyes catching the young girls body shuddering in sobs and she looked to have injured her hand.Seems he would not be needing that paddle tonight.. though if she came and requested it that would be a different story, as he had known Evie long enough to know that spankings were in no ways a punishment for her if done right.<br><br>He entered the dining hall, hanging back for a bit and observing the goings on. As much a dinner as this was supposed to be others had taken to doing what they damn well pleased.. most notably his brother. His own anger flashed as Alistair demeaned and insulted his mother, commanding her to do all sorts of things. There were few things in this world that would rile him up.. but mother being treated badly was one of them. <br><br>A deep breath was had before he stepped up, his mothers words bringing a smile to his face.<strong>"mother, sorry I had to step out."</strong> he said coming up to stand behind her opposite his father. he leaned in and gave her another peck on the cheek.<strong>"Good evening father, a pleasure to see you again."</strong> he said as he stood upright again. the hand closest to his mother being lightly placed on the upper slopes of her rear, out of sight from his brother at least. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>25-09-2010, 20:55:13</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Christine</em></div><br>Christine considered running back to Alistair again, but she wouldn't give him that satisfaction...yet. When she overheard Louis talking about her to Tom, she spun around and looked at the footman. He was attractive, that was certain, but she had just lost her virginity today. <br><br>Valentine re-entered, and she watched the handsome man move over to his parents, whom she also studied. When the Lady stood up to Alistair, Christine smiled a bit, but then she looked at the two men. Would they take Alistair's offer and take her? Or would she be lucky and escape unscathed?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tackyhillbilly</strong> on <strong>26-09-2010, 04:19:18</strong>
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				Tom shrugged at Louis. He knew better then to frustrate Alistair, but he could do his part. No need to see the merchandise damaged.<br><br>"Lord Alistair sir? I'll take you up on that offer. After dinner, of course. I do like sampling the new girls."<br><br>He inclined his head respectfully. Tom didn't pass judgement on the Nobles. He was here to serve, and that was all. He could do things which he believed to be in their best interest, but he didn't pass judgment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>26-09-2010, 06:25:01</strong>
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				Alistair scowled at his mother.&nbsp; The little slut had no power over him, but his father did, and now that the little suckup Valentine was behind him he couldn't risk a confrontation to show her how little he cared about her status as the "Lady of the House".&nbsp; He'd make her pay later, but he could not afford to risk upsetting Father at the moment.&nbsp; He spun on his heel and looked around the room for someone to feel the brunt of his frustration.<br><br>Conciously avoiding Christine and lamenting that he had 'rewarded' him.&nbsp; He finally had the presence of mind reply to Louis, "So long as you don't hurt her, you have free reign my good man."&nbsp; He then turned his attention to the other redhead in the room and smiled lecherously.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelsDemonsCode</strong> on <strong>26-09-2010, 07:03:11</strong>
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				Louis frowned, hearing that long as he didn't harm her. Well, he didn't specifically say anything about what he could do. So... he gestured for Annalisa to come to where he was, keeping his face cold now. He was going to regret doing what he was going to do, but he would regret it even more if he refused. He was still eyeing the dagger embedded in the table with an audible gulp.<br><br>Annalisa and he went to the room, where everyone could see him. They were awkward and avoid looking at the other in the eye, wondering how they could look at one another after this. He gestured for her to kneel and she did and he stepped closer to her until his bulge was close, almost pressing, against her blushing face.<br><br>"I would like it if you helped me with this... ahh, problem I've been having the entire night, Annalisa," he said coldly to his sister, his arms behind his back to show he won't be doing any work. "And I would like it if you swallowed it all. Best not to make a mess here in the dinning room."<br><br>The brunette blushed but nodded, her hands reaching out to undo the button fly. Almost immediately, as she got the last button off, his hard erection came out and almost slapped her in the face. He was thick and log, 9 inches at best and he was thick as her wrist. She looked at it with wide eyes and a wider mouth, never having taken anything that big before.<br><br>"Well," he said, trying to control his breathe. He had to admit, this was arousing. A pretty girl on her knees, almost naked, her cheek pressed against his throbbing shaft... "Aren't you?"<br><br>Annalisa muttered something under her breathe, and took the cock in her hands. He hissed, closing his eyes but nodded for her to continue. She leaned forward to kiss and lick the leaking head of the cock, she massaged and stroke the shaft up and down gently and sensuously. Her small, pink tongue lapped up the precum as it dribbled out, making loud moaning sounds.<br><br>"Take it in," he said. He sounded like he was out of breathe, struggling to not lose control. He watched Annalisa wrap her lips around his cock head and <em>suck</em>. Oh God. She was good at this. The way she hallowed her cheeks and had her tongue swirl around it, slowly taking him inch by inch as she looked up at him with a deep blush.<br><br>Annalisa took all of him into her mouth and throat like an expert, gagging a bit but not so much that it was an erotic effect without her getting hurt. Her hands were on his testicles, caressing and cupping them in her hands as she licked and sucked on him. Her breasts fell up and down as she tried to breathe for her nose, for her brother was so big.<br><br>Louis dared to look down and almost groaned. Her wide eyes looked up at him, as her pink lips were stretched around his throbbing shaft as she moved her head back and forth, keeping a tight vacuum of it. Her breasts rose up and down as she started to sweat, the salty liquid running down her tanned and nubile body.<br><br>She was still his sister, he reminded himself as he felt his body thrum and hum with pleasure. It felt like someone was filling him with lighting or warm air as his body tensed and shivered under his sibling's talented mouth and tongue and hands.<br><br>"Is this alright, Lord?" Louis asked, trying not to pant as Annalisa bobbed her head up and down, sucking and licking on his like he was those rare ice treats they got when they were children. He hoped Christine, Victoria and the other women were not disgusted by this behavior.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>26-09-2010, 07:24:07</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Christine</em></div><br>Christine heard the man say that he would take her later, and she clenched her fists behind her back, within the rope. She thought about running, but she would just be caught and pulled back...kicking and screaming. She realized that there was no way she could get out of this. She could beg Alistair to forgive her and not only give up her pride, but also risk more physical harm. Or, she could allow this footman to take her more privately--at least, if Alistair let him--and probably end up better off...and give Alistair a kick in the nuts at the same time.<br><br>Taking a deep breath, she looked to Tom and lowered her eyes...humiliated that he was being forced to take her. What if he didn't want to? What if he wasn't attracted to her? Sighing, she swallowed and waited. When Annalisa began sucking Louis' cock, Christine was focused on them. It was so arousing that her breathing turned more shallow and she blushed. <br><br>When she saw Alistair head to the other young redhead, Christine found an unpleasant rush of jealousy take over, and she closed her eyes to try and calm herself.<br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><em>Lolita</em></div><br>Lolo was watching the show with interest, and blushed when she made eye contact with Tom. She felt bad for the other redheaded slave, but she knew she couldn't do anything about it. Besides, even though Alistair was a cruel man, he was still the heir...and he rarely showed interest in claiming one personal slave. She could see some of the other slaves look on in confused jealousy, but Lolo knew the girl was miserable.<br><br>Sighing, she was surprised when Alistair came over and looked at her with a leer. Swallowing, she knew what was coming. They'd been intimate on several occasions, and often she left with bruises and aches. Still, she smiled a bit unsure, but nodded...knowing what he wanted. Standing up, she spoke to him.<br><br>"Milord...do you wish my services this evening?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelsDemonsCode</strong> on <strong>26-09-2010, 07:37:39</strong>
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				Annalisa felt humiliated that she was doing this to her own brother, that this was being preformed in front of the others and that she was <em>liking</em> this. She breathed hard through her nose as she pleasured her dear brother, can't help but feel a sick, twisted pride in the way his skin was flushing as he controlled himself. Trying to resist the temptation to bury his hands into her hair and just use her like most of the men had before.<br><br>Come to think of it... Louis maybe the first man to not treat her like a cum dispenser. Yes, he made her suck on him but wasn't forcing her to do anything else. He let her have her own pace, do it in her own fashion and just let her be. Her heart warmed up a bit, glad to see he was still trying to make her comfortable. She had to pay him back somehow.<br><br>So she sucked harder and more aggressively, moaning like a whore as she tried to pleasure her brother better. Her licks become harder, slower as her sucking become wetter and louder just enough for him to hear. She looked at him all the while, hoping that he was enjoying this. It seemed to be, since his chest was rising up and down faster, his arms behind him were shaking with amazing self-control.<br><br>She pulled away from him and simply stroked his shaft up and down, a line of saliva connecting from her mouth from his cock showing as she pulled back. "Does the footman Louis like what I am doing?" She leaned forward, letting the wet, sticky cockhead rub up and down on her face as she fisted it.<br><br>"Yes," he hissed, his eyes narrowed in pleasure but that's all the emotion he tried to show. It was worthless, since it was clear by his body language alone that he was enjoying the show she was putting on for him.<br><br>She looked to Christine and couldn't help but give a cheeky wink, showing the pretty redhead that she was having a good time now. She hoped that the other footman, Tom, would be kind to her like the way Louis was. He seemed to be from what she had seen from him during her time here. Polite and simply trying to follow the rules.<br><br>With those thoughts in mind finished, she went back to sucking on her brother. Taking him in one go as he finally moaned out his pleasure. Bucking his hips a bit from her teasing ways.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Teridas</strong> on <strong>26-09-2010, 07:38:45</strong>
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				Cyril stood surprised at Alistair's action upon the late stableman, he slightly cocked his head and spoke, <strong>"Such a shame, poor fool should have kept his mouth shut"</strong> Seeing the actions unfold at the table Cyril respectfully took his seat and placed a foot across his knee intrigued by all the commotion unfolding. When Alistair asked if his own mother was as insubordinate as his own he spoke calmly, <strong>"At times yes, women are indeed quite fickle creatures"</strong> agreeing with his statement. Continuing to be entertained by the situation he watched as Alistair allowed free reign over his new pet, sure Cyril would love to indulge himself in the new girl but frankly, this evening, if a woman wanted him she would approach him.<br><br>Cyril took a moment to place his violin and bow back into its proper case seeing as his music was no longer needed for the night. He smiled as he secured the latches thinking of the time spent with Lolo and her wonderful voice. Once he resumed his position at he seat he noticed Louis and Annalisa becoming intimate by Alistair's request he simply watched indeed he was aroused by her actions but he sat calmly watching until spoken to.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelsDemonsCode</strong> on <strong>26-09-2010, 08:26:11</strong>
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				Noticing there were more and more people watching, Annalisa couldn't help but feel a little bit shy now as they all stared at her. She still wasn't used to being watched when servicing another man. She couldn't help but give out a whimper, sending a hurt puppy look to her brother in hopes he'll do something to lessen the embarrassment for her.<br><br>Louis, noticing her discomfort, finally decided to move one of his arms away from his back. He petted her head, running his hand through her hair as he cooed softly for her to calm down and just relax. To focus just on her assigned task like any good slave. It would be alright, just stay calm and finish your job properly. He couldn't do anything else, since people would wonder why he was being too kind to her as it is.<br><br>Encouraged by his kind words and actions, Annalisa spurned harder to suck and lick on his throbbing, almost <em>painful</em> for him, shaft. She deepthroated him, shoving his cock all the way down her mouth and throat. Her hands touching and massaging any patch of visible skin that she could find on her brother. A feat, considering that he was still dressed.<br><br>"God," he moaned out loud, his hips bucking ever so often when she pulled herself back forth as she moved her head, making his heavy, tight balls lightly slap her chin. His hand, the one he was using to comfort her, was now buried in her curls. Fisting it into an almost insanely painful grip now as he got closer and closer to orgasm. "God... Anna-Annalisa, you're quite good at this."<br><br>She said something, perhaps a thank you for the compliment, but was muffled from the mouthful of cock in her hot, wet and eager mouth. Her tongue running up and down the pillar of flesh like it was a delicious treat. <br><br>Louis felt silly then, actually remembering where he was. A dinning room. Filled with coworkers and employers.<br><br>Oh dear.<br><br>He couldn't help but give a worried look at the other guests and the household wondering how they felt about this. Especially Victoria, Christine and the family. He didn't want to think he was having too much fun and was taking advantage of this situation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>26-09-2010, 11:59:21</strong>
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				Constance knew she had annoyed her son and she knew he would not let her forget.&nbsp; She saw the food being served and smiled, "come, everyone sit, eat, we do not wish for dinner to get cold" she told them all.&nbsp; She stared at Alistair, and then at Valentine, she tingled all over when she looked at her boys.&nbsp; She had a plan in mind, she was going to have her boys with her later.&nbsp; Maybe her husband would join them, but then he might wish to sample one of the new slaves.<br><br>"I will be in my rooms when I have supped this evening.&nbsp; I am quite fatigued and wish to invite my sons to spend some time with me.&nbsp; It has been a long time since one had some time with you two." She said to them, it was an innocent enough request.&nbsp; But there was more to her words than a request.&nbsp; She was inviting them to her.&nbsp; Offering herself to their whims..<br><br>She smiled around the table, "I do hope that you other gentlemen will enjoy the delights of the household.&nbsp; We have slaves and maids for you to enjoy.&nbsp; Please make yourselves comfortable and do not forget every need you might have will be catered for here at the Keep." She grinned, looking up as Evie the maid came back, her hand covered lightly.&nbsp; "Dear girl, are you well enough to be here?" she asked her, looking across at MS Prescott.<br><br>"Do you think she is fit enough to be here Ms. Prescott?" she asked the housekeeper, knowing that she was good with the girls and looked after them well.<br><br>Evie glanced at her Ladyship and then at Ms. Prescott.&nbsp; "I was to receive a punishment from Mr Valentine this evening.&nbsp; I was rather rude to him this afternoon" she said in a timid voice, her gaze dropping to the floor.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>26-09-2010, 14:24:14</strong>
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				Victoria sat there focused on the scene between Louis and Annalisa. She was quite enthralled with the goings on between them. <em>Well at least he'll be ready for me later,</em> she thought to herself as she watched the young girl suck an slurp the sexy footman's cock. She was a tinge jealous it wasn't her, but there would be plenty of time later when he was received into her room after dinner. She was getting quite aroused by the show of "affection" the girl was giving him.<br><br>Victoria snickered as the Lord of the manner told Lady Ambrose to stand up to Alistair. To see Alistair get angry that dear Constance stood up to him was rich. She so enjoyed when Alistair didn't get his way, it was very amusing to watch.&nbsp; <br><br>Then there was Tom, dear Tom, the one that took such great care the wonderful dogs. She often when to the kennel to retrieve a dog to keep her company, and kept company with Tom once or twice. She smiled as she thought of the last time with him, how wonderful that was. <br><br>Then sweet wonderful talented Cyril. How she loved to hear him play. He bad so much talent, and not just with music, he was a true maestro in every sense of the word. He knew how to make wonderful music both outside of and in the bedroom. <br><br>Victoria's gaze softened as she turned back to watching the display between Louis and Annalisa, it seemed like the girl was enjoying her part very much. But the look she gave Louis, there was something there, and Victoria was sure to draw out that secret later when she was alone with Loius.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelsDemonsCode</strong> on <strong>26-09-2010, 14:59:26</strong>
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				<em>I'm going to Hell for this, aren't I?</em> Louis thought as he reached closer and closer to his orgasm. His sister's mouth and tongue made him feel things he never felt before and certainly didn't want it stop if it weren't for his screaming concise on the back of his head. Saying what an awful monster he was for actually enjoying degrading his sister.<br><br>His body in reply told the concise to shut up and that Annalisa was enjoying this or, at least, was comfortable. His hips bucked, hard, against his sister's eager mouth and the moans from her after that seemed to confirm the body's statements. She looked at him with those pretty eyes, panting audibly now as her hands gripped to the fabric of his pants for dear life as she struggled not to hump her brother's leg. <br><br>"There there," he muttered to her, using the hand that was in her hair to stroke her. He give her a reassuring smile, patting her head as he moved his hips back and forth in rhythm as she pulled herself back and forth, trying to speed up the pleasure for both of them. "It'll be fine, don't worry. Just... a little bit longer, I'm very close dear si... dear."<br><br>She smiled at him when he said that, taking the encouragement and generosity to heart as she sucked harder and harder as her tongue went up and down his painful erection. Her hand touched his hand that was buried in her hair, giggling a bit like it was Christmas as she gave another good lick on his leaking cockhead. He didn't know what to be scared of: That his sister was accepting this or that he was happy that she was accepting this. Most likely the latter.<br><br>Annalisa looked at him with some fear in them as one of her hands wandered down, stopping mere inches from her skirt. She lifted it up, revealing her wet, twitching pussy. She looked at him again and Louis realized that she was asking for permission to touch herself. He nods, seeing why not, and cannot help but moan again when he sees how eager his sister is fingering and scissoring herself frantically. <br><br>He shouldn't be aroused but he <em>is</em>. He has never thought in his life that he'll get such a good blowjob from his sibling. Fate is a strange one indeed.<br><br>It was just too much for him.<br><br>Bucking his hips a few more times, he grunted and growled as he finally reached his climax into her waiting mouth. He spurted his thick, sticky seed down her throat, making sure her take every drop by holding her by the back of her head and shoving her mouth full of his cock so she couldn't get away or protest.<br><br>Not that she was even trying to get away or protest, since she was happily slurping and drinking it all up like a hungry animal. At this time, she too gave herself a small orgasm to her own body, the arousal building up in her from having pleasuring her brother and her own fingers the main reasons why she was withering and bucking her own hips as she drank him all up.<br><br>After a few, tense moments just staying still, Louis pulled himself out of his sister's mouth. He put his flaccid cock back into his pants, buttoning them up as he let Annalisa rest for a few seconds.<br><br>He helped her up to her feet, steadying her when she stumbled a bit. Her mind still reeling from her own orgasm. He pulled his handkerchief out from his coat and fussed over her appearance. Wiping the cum that was dribbling down her lips and chin, brushing the sweat off her face and body and fixing her clothing so she was covered barely once more and she wasn't flashing her hairless, wet cunt to the crowd.<br><br>"There," he said loudly, hoping to cover up his mistake on doting on her after using her while pocketing his handkerchief away back to his coat. "Now you're presentable for dinner. You may go back to the other slaves and wait for your next set of instructions, understand Annalisa?"<br><br>She nodded, not trusting herself to speak, and went back with a little, dreamy smile on her face for some reason. Louis looked at her with a frown on his face, wondering why she had enjoyed it so much but shrugged it off. Telling himself that she was just acting. Denial was the man's best friend, as you all have already seen.<br><br>He went first to wash his hands with one of the wet towels they had for the dinner, not wanting to spoil anything with his hands just in case. Louis was going to have order one way or another, Goddamn it. That, or copious amount of alcohol he'll be stealing from Tom later on to forget this night. The footman thought he should do it when his door is locked, not wanting to be drunk enough to try and find Alistair and do anything stupid for this whole incident.<br><br>He then went to the said oldest son of the family, bowing to him as he flourished his hat half in a hollow gesture of gratitude. He thanked the man for letting him use the slave, saying what a splendid honor it was to be allowed to use one of the girls for the evening. Without waiting for a response, he want to help give drinks and meals again. Feeling now disgusted with himself for letting that happen and actually being happy for having that happen.<br><br>"Well that was an interesting source of entertainment for you, no?" Louis asked the Countess Victoria as he served her a plate of her favorite meal, smiling a thin smile. Still feeling unhappy with himself for taking advantage of Annalisa like that and not even bothering to try and reason with Alistair to not make him use her. "While a new way to keep the guests on their seats, I can only hope that I won't be doing that again."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>26-09-2010, 15:15:47</strong>
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				Victoria watched with a smile as the pair of Louis and the slave enjoyed each other. The rhythm, the method, it was almost as if they knew each others style. There was indeed something curious about that pair. As she watched the girl reach down and begin to finger herself, Victoria became very wet under her dress. She was aroused to the point she may have pushed Charity under the table to please her. She know Lolo was being sought after by Alistair, so perhaps if Charity wasn't "hungry", she would just let her needs mount and grow, then let Louis satisfy all of her needs. <br><br>Victoria licked her own lips as she watched Louis buck forward and cum into the girls mouth. Lucky girl. She waited for the two of them to finish and clean up, soon Louis was by her side. "Oh my dear man, I do say you put on quite an enjoyable show. If only to have that type of entertainment at every meal, I may never go home!" Victoria rubbed his leg and smiled at him, a glimmer in her eye of the thoughts of what was to come later, back in her room with him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>26-09-2010, 16:53:58</strong>
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				Alistair passed Christine and grabbed her cheeks pointing her face at Tom, "Oh but Tom... look at this face?&nbsp; You cannot tell me you do not want to bend her over and have your way with her."&nbsp; He shook her head around gently speaking with Tom, "She's just like on of your dogs.&nbsp; She needs to be broken.&nbsp; I've already started the job and now I must insist you perform you duty and break that bitch."<br><br>He tapped his fingers against&nbsp; his chin as he saw Annelisa finish up with the footman.&nbsp; Something had passed between the two.&nbsp; He'd been far too gentle to her.&nbsp; The concept of 'making love' had always eluded Alistair and frankly he found their display almost boring.&nbsp; Still.&nbsp; If that's all Louis wanted, then he'd earned his reward, no matter how vanilla.<br><br>He walked up to Lolita, disregarding her query and speaking directly to Victoria, "Excuse me, Lady.&nbsp; Would you mind terribly if I borrow one of your girls?&nbsp; Having two and then a footman seems rather greedy of you."&nbsp; He gave her an Icy smile and roughly grabbed the corset with his fingers in er cleavage.&nbsp; "Come girl.&nbsp; I want you to play your Violin just for me...."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Teridas</strong> on <strong>26-09-2010, 16:59:10</strong>
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				Seeing their sin continue Cyril couldn't help but get an erection from the sight, Annalisa's skill was truly one worth noticing. Being respectful as he was, he attempted to cover his sudden arousal although, at this point it could be seen in plain sight if eyes were to fall upon him. Hearing the Lady speak finally brought him back from his lustful daydreams about the women in the room and all of the enjoyable sins they would receive. After obtaining his food from Louis, Cyril's stomach let out a faint growl proving him of his hunger, he let out a small chuckle as it did so as he smelled the delicious food placed before him. He took a moment to give thanks before grabbing his silverware and begin to feast upon the delectable meal, taking occasional breaks between bites to sip at his drink and listen in on the conversations taking place at the table. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>26-09-2010, 17:00:15</strong>
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				As Alistair addressed her, Victoria could not help but chuckle, her <em>greedy?</em> How ironic it was coming from his lips. Many a night she had spied two or three little tarts knocking at his door at once. He was the epitome of greed. "No of course Alistair, have at her, it is your house after all." Victoria was so gracious to him, she only hoped that Lolo would leave his room walking and not limping from pain the last time the two of them were together. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelsDemonsCode</strong> on <strong>26-09-2010, 17:27:30</strong>
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				If Louis wasn't so tired and spent thanks to his sister, he would have another erection thanks to Victoria. He smiled genuinely at her, calming down a bit from his foul mood when he spoke to this independent and intelligent girl. She was just delightful to talk to. He had to wonder what other delightful things she could do. With him. In certain places that were far more private...<br><br>"I'm sorry to say Countess Victoria," he said to her, keeping his voice level and calm. "That that type of show will most likely be a once only type of... entertainment. Annalisa is very talented, yes, it's just...-" <em>She's my sister. Oh God, why can't I just say this out loud and end the misery?</em> "-she's not my type in that way."<br><br>Before he could add something else, Alistair came to them. He bowed in greeting to the man, keeping his face passive as the interaction of Victoria and Alistair happened and how he treated Lolo. <em>Ah yes</em>, his mind said sarcastically, <em>there's my reason to not tell. How could I ever forget?</em><br><br>"Do take care Lolo dear, alright?" Louis said kindly to the girl, hoping that nothing too bad will happen to her. Bad things always happen to women that catch Alistair's interests but he could do <em>very</em> bad things if he was in the mood. The footman hoped he wasn't in the mood for very bad with the young slave.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tackyhillbilly</strong> on <strong>26-09-2010, 19:54:40</strong>
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				Tom looked up at Alistair's remark, and nodded, not about to disagree with the Master's heir. There were many who could be Keeper of the Hounds. That was the first lesson he learned. He was replacable, so he best not give anyone a reason to do it. He looked over at Christine, and shrugged.<br><br>"Girl, come here."<br><br>Tom's voice was the assertive, commanding tone he used when speaking to the hounds. It worked as well with woman, he'd discovered. Or at least, it did once he had taught them to respect it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>26-09-2010, 20:08:22</strong>
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				Christine looked up at the Lady of the House and widened her eyes. Did she have sex with both her sons? Gross! Sighing, she tried to overcome the shudder...and the jealousy when Alistair chose the other girl. When he told Tom to break her in, she growled. <br><br>"I am not an animal!"<br><br>When the footman spoke to her coldly, she frowned. He didn't even act like he liked her! This would just be a chore for him! How humiliating...at least she was attracted to him. Sighing, she walked closer to him and met his gaze. <br><br>-----------------<br><br>Lolo allowed herself to be grabbed by Alistair, and gave an apologetic look to Victoria. Swallowing, she nodded to the heir. <br><br>"Yes, Sir. I will need a violin from the music room. Where would you like to take me?"<br><br>----------<br><br>Bella frowned when Evie returned so quickly, and pushed herself from the wall. <br><br>"My Lady and my Lords...although the final decision is up to you, and Evie, I would prefer she took it easy for a bit. Perhaps just sharing a man's bed, and not receiving punishment?"<br><br>She looked respectful, but walked over and put her arm around the maid-slave. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tackyhillbilly</strong> on <strong>26-09-2010, 21:47:51</strong>
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				The Footman looked at her and nodded.<br><br>"No, you aren't. The animals are worth a good bit more then you are."<br><br>He pointed underneath the table, down where Annalisa was. For now, Tom was just trying to get rid of the girls damnable attitude. The quicker she learned her place, the better off she would be.<br><br>"Get under there. If you can't keep a civil tongue in your head, you'll be out of of sight for dinner."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>26-09-2010, 22:07:08</strong>
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				Christine went from thinking that Tom was better than Alistair, to considering him the same low-life. Gritting her teeth, she walked up to him and faced him fearlessly. <br><br>"How dare you?! How dare you! I have a soul, a family, a life! And you all think that women are just walking vaginas! I know you can rape me. I know you can kill me, but I don't care. Go ahead! Rape me or beat me! I'd rather be dead than be here serving men like you and Alistair. Besides, obviously you don't desire me...so just beat me and get it over with."<br><br>Her pretty face was determined, and her large blue eyes flashed at him. Her red curls framed her face, and her skin was flushed. Her ample chest rose and fell with every breath, and her heart hammered against her ribs. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tackyhillbilly</strong> on <strong>26-09-2010, 22:30:13</strong>
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				Tom looked at her calmly, waiting for her to finish. Evidently, Alistair hadn't gotten very far at all with this one. He looked over at the master, and inclined his head respectfully.<br><br>"Sir, may I be excused from the table for a moment? Dealing with this one will not be quiet, I fear, so it may be best to so so where I will not disturb dinner."<br><br>Tom's voice was calm, as was his face. His arm reached over to grab hers, preparing to drag her out of the room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>26-09-2010, 22:35:01</strong>
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				Constance stood suddenly, looking at the red haired vixen.&nbsp; "Enough.&nbsp; Alistair, gag her if she cant hold her tongue.&nbsp; Please remove her from the dining room.&nbsp; If she does not understand what is expected, she does not eat." She told them, her voice harsh.&nbsp; She expected slaves to learn their place.<br><br>She glared at those in the room.&nbsp; "This is a dining room, I will not have anything as vile as what I have seen here." She looked at the footman, the slave he had bought.&nbsp; "You should all know better, now if you cannot eat nicely I will have the slaves removed.&nbsp; I wish to eat my dinner without being under constant barrage of your behaviour" her eyes swept the room, taking in her sons, their guests and then the staff.<br><br>"Ms Prescott, please speak to the staff, remind them of their place." She then sat back down, daring anyone to speak against what she just said.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tackyhillbilly</strong> on <strong>26-09-2010, 23:00:23</strong>
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				Tom nodded, responding to the Lady of the Manor instantly. Her orders were to respected as well, and it was confirmation of something he wanted to hear as well. He stood up, and bowed to constance.<br><br>"At once, Milady."<br><br>With that, Tom dragged Christine out of the dining room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>26-09-2010, 23:19:51</strong>
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				Christine tried to yank herself free from Tom's grip, and looked like a cornered kitten. When the Lady spoke, she listened, but didn't stop pulling. She had nothing against the mother, but she didn't know how the woman could put up with these chauvinistic pigs!<br><br>Tom was soon dragging her out of the room, and she pressed her lips together before speaking tersely once they were in the hall. <br><br>"So...where are you taking me? If you want it to look like an accident, then I would suggest letting me go outside. I will die before too long."<br><br>Her pale curves were still covered by the chemise in front, but her skirt was torn down the back. He didn't seem to desire her, and that was upsetting. <br><br>---------------<br><br>Ms. Prescott nodded respectfully at Lady Constance. <br><br>"Yes, Milady. I apologize, but this is the first time I have seen this slave. I shall speak to her and the staff tonight."<br><br>Looking over to the other slaves, she gave them a warning look, and then smiled in thanks.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tackyhillbilly</strong> on <strong>26-09-2010, 23:41:29</strong>
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				Tom turned to her, and sighed, pulling her into a side room. It was just a good place for the maids to store brooms and other such things. Undecorated, without any other furniture. Also a good place to take the maids if one wanted a quick one.<br><br>"You don't know when to shut up, do you? Pretty in the fact and a nice body, but nothing between the ears. I'm not going to kill you. I'd be sacked, or worse for doing some idiocy like that. So what did you do to Alistair, to get him so worked up?"<br><br>Tom walked over, looking through the cabinet for something.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>26-09-2010, 23:48:21</strong>
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				Lord Ambrose looking up from his meal after the whole situation but only after he was addressed by Bella who spoke of Evie and then would respond accordingly. And as his wife showed her strengths and her dominance over the others he culd not help but smile knowing how submissive and kinky she could be under his hand. <strong>"Evie may take a man to her bed if she likes. She may even choose him. However I would insist that she rest up."</strong> He looked to Bella after taking a good bite of food. <strong>"Now then, we are in agreement there. The food is getting cold and I will not find myself eating cold chicken and turkey tonight."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 01:20:06</strong>
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				He took another glance at Christine and nodded politely.&nbsp; "Yes, I would like that very much.&nbsp; After you, milady."&nbsp; He waved her down the hall and followed her to the Music Room.&nbsp; &nbsp;He spent many moments watching her legs as she walked.&nbsp; She may have been older then Christine, but she held herself with much more carriage and grace then the sweet Christine. <br><br>He shut the door behind him and started pulling off his pants casually, "Tell me, my dear, could you please play me some of Beethoven's Ninth symphony?"&nbsp; <br><br>As she took out her Violin, he started removing her clothes, starting with the corset and letting it fall to the ground.&nbsp; Her underwear soon followed and he stroked the bare skin of her pelvis.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 01:41:16</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Christine</em></div><br>Christine was pulled into a side room and soon she was alone with the footman, Tom. Backing up against the door, she was relieved when he seemed to be less of an ass when they were alone. However, that saying came to mind that said, "Better the devil you know, than the devil you don't." At least with Alistair she knew a bit about what he could do...she didn't know anything about this Tom.<br><br>"Well, I suppose I am glad you don't find me repulsive, although my mind is just fine. I am very intelligent...I just refuse to be used like a toy."<br><br>When asked about Alistair, she shrugged.<br><br>"He raped and deflowered me, and then expected me to be grateful for some reason. I was not, and that angered him."<br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><em>Bella</em></div><br>Ms. Prescott nodded at his lordship and nodded.<br><br>"I was not encouraging her to take a man to bed, only saying that if she wishes to, I would condone such...as long as the man knows to be gentle with her. Her hand is badly burned."<br><br>She had inspected it on her way from the kitchen to the dining room, and she intended to put more ointment on tonight.<br><br>"I would just ask Lord Valentine to postpone the punishment he had planned until a later date, if that is acceptable."<br><br>The housekeeper smiled her signature winsome smile at the two Ambrose men, and gave a small curtsy. <br><br>"Please, Sir. Enjoy your dinner."<br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><em>Lolita</em></div><br>Lolo walked with Alistair into the music room and walked over to the corner, where an old violin was kept. Walking over to the piano, she played a few notes and then tunes the instrument's strings before nodding. Watching him take off his pants, she grew more aroused herself. Alistair might be a heartless bastard, but he was a sexy one. <br><br>She pulled her bow across the rosin and tightened the horse hair before testing the strings once more and finding them adequate. She was not a virtuoso like Cyril, but she was good. Beethoven's Ninth was one of the first pieces anyone learned to play, so she knew it well. Nodding, she began pulling the bow across the strings and the music flowed. She continued to play as he removed her corset and then followed with everything but her stockings. Feeling him stroke her skin, her breath hitched and she grew wet...still playing the violin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tackyhillbilly</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 01:47:19</strong>
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				Tom looked at her, and sighed.<br><br>"Don't argue with me, or I will punish you. You have two very simple options. And if you truly were bright, you would have figured it out by now. You can be used like a toy willingly, or you can be used like a toy forcefully. One of them is much more painful then the other."<br><br>Tom stood up, suddenly pinning her against the wall.<br><br>"Undress. Alistair expects me to break you, and I will if have to. I dislike sluts who don't know their place, and if I have to, I'll show you yours. Life will be much easier if you just learn to accept it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 01:58:47</strong>
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				He whispered to her, trying to make his orders complement the music rather then interrupt it.&nbsp; "Ah... now, on you knees, legs spread.&nbsp; Once you are in position... after every missed note, I'm going to do something horrific to your wonderful little body.&nbsp; I'm very familiar with this piece and I <em>will</em> notice and I will take it out on you."<br><br>He waited for her to kneel and resume playing before he layed down in front of her and slid between her legs until his hard cock knocked against her pelvis.&nbsp; He lifted her rear up and positioned himself below her so she could receive him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 02:17:51</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Christine</em></div><br>Christine sighed. She knew, unfortunately, that he was right...but she was still too proud. Pinned against the wall, she looked at him and swallowed before closing her eyes and swallowing her pride.<br><br>"Alright. If you cut through these ropes, I will undress and behave for now. Besides...fighting is getting tiring."<br><br>She looked honestly distraught, but as she looked into his eyes, she quieted and tried to calm herself. Freaking out would get her nowhere.<br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><em>Lolita</em></div><br>She slowly lowered herself to her knees, working hard to not stop playing as she spread her legs. She'd never played while having sex, and she was quite nervous. She had been on the receiving end of several of Alistair's punishments, and they weren't fun...at all. Breathing hard, she felt him lay down in front of her and then slide until she was straddling him. She felt him lift her up, and with a moan, she lowered herself onto his shaft slowly...groaning at the wonderfully full feeling.<br><br>She was amazed that she was still able to play, but as she savored the feel of his cock inside her, she continued to allow her bow to dance across the strings.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 02:25:39</strong>
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				Victoria watched as one redhead was led off by Tom and the other by Alistair. Those poor girls were in for quite and evening. She knew how rough either man could get if they were pushed to their limits. <br><br>Since Charity did not take her up on her offer of sweet honey, Victoria listened as Constance offered herself to her two sons, then got cross about the current dinner goings on. She loved when the Lady lost her temper, surely it meant punishment in some form later. So the pairings off had begun for the evening. Sure she had invited Louis back to her room, but Victoria also kept a constant eye on the remaining men at the table. Oh she did hate to chase them down, it was so boring. They all wanted slaves, easy pickings, girls that posed no challenge no thrill behind closed doors. She turned her sights on Lord Ambrose, it had been a while since she had been in his company, but she figured, he too already had his plans set for tonight. Perhaps another night with him. <br><br>Still she had Louis, sweet darling humble Louis, she just hoped he wasn't that humble behind closed doors. If he was she would have to break him of that for sure. <br><br>Victoria waited like the perfect guest she was for the Lord and the Lady to finish their meals. It was usually Victoria that sat longest at the table as everyone always skittered off in one direction or another. Patience was a true virtue of Victoria's, always a lady until the end, at least in public anyway.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tackyhillbilly</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 03:06:24</strong>
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				Tom nodded and took out the knife that he had at his waist, the sharp blade easily passing through her bonds. He patted her cheek afterwards, as he put it away.<br><br>"That's the first intelligent thing you've said tonight. If you really are smart, you best learn to hide it. Smart slaves don't last long."<br><br>He traced his hand down over her body, cupping one her breasts, and trailing down to her ass.<br><br>"Though I will say, you have a good body. If you learn to shut your mouth, you'll be quite popular. Fire and anger will get you nowhere, but your body might."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 03:19:48</strong>
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				Christine held still as Tom cut through her ropes, and she breathed a sigh of relief. Allowing her red curls to flow freely around her shoulders and not inhibit her movement, she rubbed circulation back into her arms and hands before stretching a bit and looking at him. She had given him her word, and he <em>seemed</em> less evil than Alistair. Still, she blushed and backed up against the wall as he moved his hand over her body. Her body was lushly curved, which was a feat...considering she'd grown up on the street. Her mother had tried hard to keep enough food on the table, and Christine&nbsp; had naturally curvy hips and breasts. <br><br>Looking up at him, she felt her nipple pebble beneath the chemise, and she remembered she'd offered to undress. Blushing deeply in humiliation, she reached down and pulled off the corset before allowing the ruined chemise to tumble to the floor. She was still shaved and smooth from her earlier harem experience, and her pink nipples puckered in the dim light. Looking up at him, she spoke genuinely for the first time.<br><br>"I...I know that this is supposed to be punishment, but...well...I am still very sore down there. I just ask that you take me gently, please."<br><br>Her voice grew quiet, but her eyes asked him for mercy. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 03:20:15</strong>
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				He stared up from below her watching as her red hair moved across her shoulder as her head jerked slightly with each pull of the blow.&nbsp; "Good girl.&nbsp; Don't make one mistake or you'll regret it."&nbsp; He used his hands to guide her hips up and down on top of him.&nbsp; He gripped her thighs firmly and moved her with the music.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sashira</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 03:21:16</strong>
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				Charity watched in silence as the Lady and the footman dealt with the worst of the slaves. The other new girl had done what she was bidden, so perhaps she would behave after all. She relaxed; now they could eat a meal in peace. Or her masters could, more accurately, since she was already sitting at the table and did not want to push her luck.<br><br>She had been distracted by the commotion, and by Alistair hauling off Lolo (which had made her more than a little wet, as assertive men did as long as they were handsome and well-born.) But now that she turned her attention back to the Countess she noted the subtle signs of distraction and intuited the lady's desires.<br><br>Not wanting to make a scene so soon after the ridiculous display by the mouthy new slave, Charity slipped a discrete hand into the Countess' lap, stroking her inner thigh intimately. She leaned against her, her mouth just next to the Countess' ear, and murmured in the lowest of voices, "Sweet lady, I would love to lap your juices. But I have been ordered to be presentable for the dessert course."<br><br>She nestled more naturally beside the lovely woman, and spoke normally, her eyes modestly downcast. "After the Lords and Ladies have enjoyed their meal, I will be serving at the dessert course." She smiled at Countess Victoria with true affection. "I will then be free to serve you, Countess, if that is your pleasure." She snaked her hand under the full skirts to stroke the woman's slit through her undergarments, hidden under the table.<br><br>Charity didn't need to say that the Countess was free to refuse her, or to invite a third to their bed, or any number of things. She was a good girl, she would never defy her betters so shockingly, so it went without saying.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tackyhillbilly</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 03:32:15</strong>
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				Tom nodded. Away from Alistair, he might hesitate to state that he believed that he went to far. Everything served a purpose, including Tom. To be savagely brutal... without a point, that ran against the grain. Tom would kick a dog if it misbehaved, but he would also pet it if it did well.<br><br>"Alright. First, we should get you wet."<br><br>Tom ran his hands over her body, gently rubbing her nipples, running his hands down to her ass.<br><br>"Training will be hard. And not just because of Alistair. But I think you might enjoy it. Many do."<br><br>Tom pulled her to him, kissing her gently.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 03:53:00</strong>
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				Constance sighed, so much for a time of relaxing with her family and friends.&nbsp; She laid her cutlery down and looked around.&nbsp; "I am retiring for the evening.&nbsp; I was hoping that dinner might be a time to relax and discuss the days events, but it seems that other things occupy the minds." She stood and then left the room.&nbsp; She hah hardly touched her food, and there was a slump to her shoulders.<br><br>The Lady was disappointed.&nbsp; So much for a family meal..
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 04:15:01</strong>
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				Victoria turned to the girl next to her, "Oh of course Charity, how rude of me to ask you for such things, when you already have your instructions. Please forgive me for being so bold." Victoria cooed as she felt the girls hand under her skirt, but then removed it promptly as she saw the Lady of the house leaving the table upset. Victoria pushed back from her chair, and excused herself to the rest of the men and ladies who were in the room. <br><br>Victoria went rushing to Constance's side, "Lady Ambrose, what upsets you so much as to leave the table? My dear friend, tell me what bothers you." Usually Victoria could speak to her and calm her down, hoping that the Lady wasn't too upset to speak with her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Teridas</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 04:17:03</strong>
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				As Alistair left with Lolo, and Tom with Christine the dinner table grown rather silent after the sudden outburst by the Lady although it was understandable by the actions that had taken place. When the remaining members at the table had begun to eat their fill Cyril was nearly finished himself as he listened in on the conversations amongst the table without interruptions from his meal. He was happy with the night, certainly not one he would be forgetting any time soon as he saw Evie walk into the room with her hand wrapped it reminded him of the punishment she was to receive this evening. He grabbed his things in no haste and walked towards her as well as those surrounding her.<br><br><strong>"Such a nasty burn you have their dear Evie, please get well soon."</strong> he spoke politely as he continued, <strong>"As for your punishment please think nothing of it from me I shall let you have your rest, I'm sure my dear friend will agree with me. Much harm has been inflicted upon your tender skin there is no need to heighten that pain. Please feel free to stop by my room later if you feel the need to rest at someone's side this evening."</strong> Cyril gave her a gentle kiss upon the cheek showing no harm was indeed done before speaking to the rest of the remaining guests.<br><br><strong>"I do hope you all have an enjoyable evening as I have had. It was a pleasure as always playing for you."</strong> he spoke as he bowed his head to them. <strong>"Now if you'll excuse me I shall take my leave, I do believe the library is calling me at this hour please do not hesitate to call for me if needed."</strong> Cyril began to head out of the now silent dinning room and headed towards the library (http://www.stjohnks.net/sjmainstreet/assets/images/victorian_library.jpg) hearing Lolo's violin playing as he passed yet he could tell something was amiss as he walked by. He thought nothing of it as he knew it was most likely another one of Alistair's games and continued down the hall towards the library.<br><br>Upon arriving Cyril draped his coat over one of the elegant seats once more and placed his violin beside it. He began to scour the tomes, scrolls, and books, and other items filled with knowledge that his mind would be eager to indulge in his search lasted a few good minutes as he took in the various titles. He finally settled upon reading an old favorite of his, <em>The Pickwick Papers</em> by Charles Dickens. He sighed in a relaxed tone as he grabbed the book and moved over to his chair and began to read as the sun fell from the horizon and twilight came forth as the moon glowed into the library providing the light Cyril needed to read. He stood up once more from his seat and grabbed a candle lighting it to give him a better view.<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 04:32:53</strong>
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				Lord Ambrose would look over to his wife as he then says <strong>"Well my bride if it is simply a good dinner I can always make every man and woman in here wear a chastity belt every time dinner is called upon if they don't wish to comply."</strong> He said rather humored by everything as he would look to the table and the people that were leaving <strong>"That or simply forbid dinners until they can be civil at a table."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelsDemonsCode</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 17:36:37</strong>
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				"Is there anything I can do for you, Countess Victoria?" Louis asked, having stayed by the side of the alluring woman the entire time. Claiming to the other staff members that he was simply 'attending to her specifically to make her feel welcome'. He smiled a little smile that seemed a bit too lecherous to be truly polite as he tipped his hat to her. "I'm more than happy to do anything for you."<br><br>He stayed close to her side, feeling quite relaxed now. With that troublesome erection gone, he could with a clearer head and not bumble so much. Though he still felt guilty for using Annalisa like that. Maybe he could find a way for her to...<br><br>"Excuse me, my dear Countess," he said to her, "I need to give a quick errand for one of the slaves, so that they learn to do both mundane and fascinating tasks when they are full slaves." With that, he left her side and checked to quickly to see if his sibling was still near the spot he had last seen her go.<br><br>And she was there, playing with her locket and locking bored as sin now. Wishing to do anything and leave the dining room at the same time. He smiled at her, nodding a greeting to her quickly before going back to his cold, emotionless demeanor to her. He gestured for her to stand up and she did, handing her a tray of a bottle and drink that he had gotten earlier.<br><br>"If you may, Annalisa," he said to her, "that you take this to Sir Cyril so he may somehow stay warm for the evening? It can be cold at times in the evening and I wish to make sure all the guests are both entertained and satisfied with our prestigious employees' servants." <br><br>Annalisa nodded, leaving the dinning room without a thought. But not before stopping by the family and giving them her deepest bows, while trying not to spill or tip anything over. When she was gone, Louis sighed in relief the had did something. He looked at the family, bowing his head in apology. <br><br>"I am sorry if this seems out of bounds," he said. "But I just want to make sure the guests are happy and we are doing our absolute best in keeping them. If you feel like what I have done is wrong, you may strip me of my earnings and privileges until I have earned them back, my good and kind employees."<br><br>With that, he went back to Victoria and stayed at her side, desperately trying to keep his smile off his face. "I apologize to the Countess," he said to the woman, "for I have not indulged or treated her in any favorable fashion this entire meal. Is there a way for me to redeem myself later on, perhaps?"<br><br>--------------------------------------------<br><br>Annalisa has seen a few peeks and looks of the Ambrose family library, seeing the doors open when the maids came to clean it. But she never truly saw it until now when she knocked on the door and looked inside. Rows upon rows of books, that was all she could see. The young girl had never seen so many books in her life and it, honestly, confused her why a family of four would need this much. But she musn't nitpick on such silly things right now. She had a task to do.<br><br>"Sir Cyril," she said, looking for him as she cautiously entered the room. She held the tray carefully in her hands, not wanting to spill a drop and get in trouble with him of all people. "I've been asked to bring you a drink to keep warm. I hope you will accept it."<br><br>She walked over, carefully, to his side and set it on a table close to him. Annalisa knew she had to leave now, since her task was done but she wanted to talk to the man more. Out of everyone, he was the most refined and nicest of the guests. And she never got to say thank you for the violin playing for earlier. It also didn't hurt that he was nice to look at.<br><br>"You were really good," she said. "Um... the violin playing, I mean. You're good all around to everyone but I just mean specifically your violin playing but that doesn't mean I don't think you're a nice person. Because you are one and... I-I apologize." She blushed, rubbing the back of her neck with a sheepish smile on her lips. "I did not mean to chat your ear off."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Teridas</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 18:57:18</strong>
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				Cyril smiled as Annalisa fumbled with her words trying to give thanks and let out a small chuckle, <strong>"I thank you my dear, I do not mind one bit."</strong> he spoke motioning her to sit beside him, <strong>"You fancy my music do you? Would you care to listen to some more then, or perhaps some lessons?"</strong> He thought about her performance earlier as well upon Louis as it left him quite aroused by the action as he poured the drink he had received and took a sip then handing her the glass after him allowing her to have a taste.<br><br>All the while as they conversed the stars began to show their form one by one appearing in the sky lighting up the library in a radiant glow. Cyril took a good look at Annalisa's figure allowing his eyes to indulge upon her form and then gaze into her beautiful eyes as he anxiously awaited her reply. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelsDemonsCode</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 19:05:15</strong>
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				Annalisa looked surprised but then smiled a bit at the nice man. When he had offered her the drink, she paused and wonder if she should really. She was a slave after all... but it would be rude to not indulge the man.<br><br>The slave thanked him with a cheerful, bright grin on her face. She took the glass hesitantly, taking a small sip since she never had it before in her life. She made a face, surprise how strong and warm the drink was. No wonder Louis thought drinking this would help warm someone up. All she could hope was that Cyril didn't notice it as she handed him back the glass, saying thank you again but she would not be interested in another taste.<br><br>"It would be very kind if you... ah, taught me lessons," the girl said. She was honestly curious to see how one plays the violin and why turn down the chance to see what it was like? It let her spend time with one of the nicer men in the house and she was doing her job at the same time, so she couldn't get in trouble. "It would be an honor if you taught me how to, Sir Cyril. Is there any way I can repay you for your kindness right now? I am more than happy to do whatever you want."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Teridas</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 20:12:33</strong>
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				Cyril gave her a faint smile as she drank the liquid noticing she had not tasted it before from the face she had made. It didn't bother him he simply gave a soft chuckle once more. The light from the candle flickered as the wax melted while she spoke, the light upon her skin was ravishing no wonder she was chosen to serve the house. As she asked for anything in return Cyril spoke gently in a seductive tone, <strong>"Well my dear as many have heard I am working on a new piece of music to call my own, tis such tedious work. Perhaps you can assist me when I've grown weary of it and indulge me with your company?"</strong> Her calmly placed his hand upon her as he gave her a warm felt smile.<br><br>It was obvious he meant more than such but he didn't want to be pushy with the woman, he knew she had many chores to attend to, the life of a slave is definitely not an easy one. <strong>"We can begin now if you would like."</strong> he spoke as he held her hand not being forceful...but gentle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelsDemonsCode</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 20:21:35</strong>
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				She blushed but, at the same time, was weary. She had already been with a man for tonight, and that will be the limit. While she was a slave, Annalisa had to set up personal limits for herself and these will be one of them. <br><br>The young slave nodded to Cyril at his request, giving a clumsy curtsy with her clothing while giving him a kind smile. <br><br>"I would love to be a friend for you, Sir Cyril," she said to him. Stressing the word 'friend' very much and hoping it didn't hurt his feelings at all. "And be a friendly companion for you when you are doing your work. All great geniuses need to rest themselves after all." Tenderly, she touched his hand and pulled it away from her, hoping that he wasn't miffed in the slightest. <br><br>"May I just ask you a question first? I'm..." Annalisa looked at the door behind her, pursing her lips as if expecting someone spying on them. "I'm surprised you, a man like yourself, are friends with the Ambrose family. How do you know them? It's honestly a puzzle to me at the moment, Sir Cyril. I can never imagine a man like yourself be so close to... um, my employers."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 22:44:43</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Christine</em></div><br>The new slave watched his handsome face as he moved closer, and her breath sped up as her lips parted slightly. He seemed more gentle than Alistair, and when he said that he needed to get her wet first, she nodded.<br><br>"Thank you."<br><br>As he rubbed her nipple, she gasped and her back arched into his hand, sending a rush of wetness to her crotch.<br><br>"Oh..."<br><br>When he said she might enjoy it, she shook her head...but it wasn't very believable.<br><br>"I doubt it."<br><br>Then he kissed her, and it seemed like he'd unleashed something. All of the frustration of the day came out, and she pressed her lips against him with a moan...closing her eyes. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and she moved her lips fervently against him...wanting to enjoy sex.<br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><em>Lolita</em></div><br>Lolo gasped as his large cock filled her completely, and then groaned as he began moving her up and down. She was more tense than usual, as she had to stay perfectly straight in order to play properly. As she went on into the first movement, her eyes closed and she wiggled her hips slightly every time she reached his hips. She couldn't speak very well, but she could groan deep in her throat, and she did. <br><br>She moved as fast as she could without messing up the notes, but she wasn't sure how long she'd be able to keep it up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Teridas</strong> on <strong>28-09-2010, 01:07:54</strong>
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				The candlelight began to flicker as Annalisa spoke her words of friendship and withdrew her hand howvere Cyril was not phased by her gesture he seemed to rather respect it. <strong>"I would appreciate that greatly my dear."</strong> he replied. Cyril began to give her a puzzled look at she looked around the room incase there were others around, that is until she spoke once more.<br><br><strong>"Well I thank you for thinking so highly of me for one."</strong> he spoke nodding his head politely, <strong>"To answer your question however I have known this family since I was a young lad. You see Valentine and I have been friends since our childhood and being the only heir in my family I begin to think of him as my own brother."</strong> Cyril continued. <strong>"Although their methods are indeed different from most they keep very good care of everyone here. Well minus the horse trainer, rest his soul."</strong> he spoke as he bowed his head in respect. <strong>"Is there something you are unhappy with here my dear? I assume you want to keep this conversation a secret so I assure you no words will be spoken about this moment."</strong> He reached over towards his violin case and placed it upon his lap undoing the latches as he spoke.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tackyhillbilly</strong> on <strong>28-09-2010, 01:18:21</strong>
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				Tom smiled, continuing to kiss her until he broke off, not moving his face far from hers. He looked into her eyes, smiling.<br><br>"I think you are lying. A body like yours is built for being fucked. Sore or not, you are looking forward to this."<br><br>He continue to roll her nipple gently, staring at her, the other hand slowly exploring her body.<br><br>"Aren't you, Christine? You want to be prim and proper, but inside, you want a mans cock inside you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>28-09-2010, 01:49:29</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Christine</em></div><br>Continuing to kiss him, she pressed her body more firmly against him as she suckled gently on his tongue. When he pulled away, she almost pressed her lips to his, but then he spoke, and her defiance came back. Scoffing lightly, she looked him in the eye and set her jaw.<br><br>"My body is not made for...that, and if I enjoy it, it will be because I want to."<br><br>She knew that didn't make sense as soon as she said it, so she blushed before groaning as his hands continued their erotic journey. She was slowly surrendering to him, and her eyes closed again as her core grew wet in preparation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tackyhillbilly</strong> on <strong>28-09-2010, 02:45:46</strong>
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				Tom looked a look of dissaproval coming into his eyes. She had been doing so well. If she could learn to hold her tongue, she would take right to it. He continued to mold her, staring into her eyes still.<br><br>"Christine, you are not to disagree with me. Nor with any man. And you will not tell lies. You want it, true enough, but thats because you are born and bred slut."<br><br>The his grip on her breast changed sharply, giving it a squeeze that verged on painful, but would still send her shivering with pleasure. He was in control here.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>28-09-2010, 03:03:03</strong>
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				Christine opened her eyes and groaned as he insulted her again.<br><br>"Can you not be kind for a few moments? I am not a born and bred slut, and I will disagree with a man or woman if they are wrong. What makes a man so much more important than a woman?"<br><br>She knew how the world worked, but that didn't make it any more true. Besides, she wanted to distract herself from the pleasure he was giving her. When he grasped her breast tightly, she hissed in pain, but then moaned as she grew even wetter. She was so confused. She didn't want to be here, but her body ached for something...for Alistair, for Tom, for intimacy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tackyhillbilly</strong> on <strong>28-09-2010, 03:12:37</strong>
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				Tom looked at her and sighed, moving his hands again gently. She was quite simply gorgeous. Part of it was the fact that he had a thing for Red Heads. But it was more then that. Her eyes and face were quite simply wonderful, speaking of something other then a prostitute or some such from the streets. Her breasts were full, and fit nicely in his hand. And her rear was simply delectable. She would be popular indeed, once that damnable attitude was gone. Indeed, he was willing to tolerate more from her already then he had been from most women.<br><br>"Would it be kindness to leave you to attract Alistair's ire once more? He was kind this time, for him. The next time you anger him, I doubt you will be able to walk away."<br><br>Tom sighed, reaching down with one his pants to remove his manhood from his trousers. He was already partially erect, despite his earlier go with Lolo.<br><br>"You are one, and the sooner someone makes you realize the fact, the kinder that man will be. As for a man being more important then a woman, I have no idea. And that has nothing to do with you being a born and bred slut. You are what you are, and if you don't accept it, you will simply suffer more. Bend over at the waist."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>28-09-2010, 03:48:36</strong>
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				She liked the way he looked at her, and those gray-green eyes could reduce women to puddles of mush...she was sure. Alistair was every bit as attractive, but Tom was a bit gentler. Not "nice" by any means, but less evil than Alistair. At his words, she sighed. She knew he was right. Alistair would be worse...even though she felt a strange draw to him.<br><br>She swallowed and wanted to bit back at his words, but she didn't. Instead, she forced herself to take a deep breath and bend over. Turning away from him, she placed her hands on the wall and leaned over, pushing her ass toward him and making her close her eyes in embarrassment. He'd find her swollen and wet for him, even though she was still sore. His soothing caresses had aroused her, and she hated that her body had betrayed her.<br><br>"What you say is not true, but I can see that I will not convince you of that tonight. So be it."<br><br>Her voice grew a bit huskier, and she spoke more softly.<br><br>"I...I suppose you're going to...fuck...me now?"<br><br>She didn't like to say that word, but it seemed like the only thing that fit.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>28-09-2010, 09:45:13</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Victoria went rushing to Constance's side, "Lady Ambrose, what upsets you so much as to leave the table? My dear friend, tell me what bothers you." Usually Victoria could speak to her and calm her down, hoping that the Lady wasn't too upset to speak with her.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Constance smiled at Victoria, "I am fine my friend, just fatigued" she told her.&nbsp; She did not feel like company tonight now.&nbsp; "Please enjoy, I am going to my rooms, I have a headache coming on" she told her, kissing her gently before she swept away.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>28-09-2010, 17:28:46</strong>
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				Victoria sighed, knowing the Lady of the house was not happy. She had always put on grand dinners and Victoria knew what it meant to have a wonderful conversation amongst the family and guests. Victoria decided to make her way to her bedroom. Perhaps entertaining some "company" would make her feel better. <br><br>(moving to white bedroom)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelsDemonsCode</strong> on <strong>28-09-2010, 17:54:58</strong>
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				Annalisa winced a bit when he mentioned the late horse trainer, Marcus. Unconsciously, she rubbed her neck when she remembered how he forced her to drink all that wine until she coughed and choked. She also remembered the bloody dagger that was embedded to the table by Alistair, obviously having 'talked' to the horse trainer when the man decided to quit the family after the scuffle in the dining room.<br><br>While she didn't like him the short time she knew him, he certainly didn't deserve to go out the way he did in Alistair's hands. It most likely was a very slow and generally unpleasant way to 'leave' the Ambrose household. <br><br>It simply reminded her more that to not cross or anger any of the family members here, even the Lady herself. Because she had to have an iron will and strength under that demure and submissive personality she showed. How else did Lady Constance be with both her sons and her husband?<br><br>"I wish I could tell you," Annalisa said to the man as she stood near him, watching him curiously as he unlatched his violin case, genuinely interested in learning how to play this fantastic instrument. "It's just... what's bothering me, I don't want anyone to know. God knows what they'll do to me and Lou... to the other person."<br><br>It was hopeless to keep her brother's name out of this now, but she should at least try or distract him somehow. "When did you gain the passion for violin playing?" Annalisa asked him. "I have a feeling you are very adapt in all the musical instruments, so why just this one and not others when you are here? It seems that you play this and only this in the household when you come here to visit the family."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Teridas</strong> on <strong>28-09-2010, 18:53:57</strong>
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				Cyril heard her slip Louis' name but payed no mind to it. He figured if she wished to tell him, she would do it in time. <strong>"Very well my dear,"</strong> Cyril spoke <strong>"Perhaps you will tell me another time."</strong> he noticed her quick attempt to change the subject and he simply went along with it chosing not the press the matter for the time being, there was already enough "excitement" for one evening.<br><br>The room began to grow cold as night had fallen upon them luckily Cyril had the bottle that was graciously given to him, however with Annalisa's lack of clothing he rose from his seat momentarily and wrapped his jacket he had draped over the back of his seat to keep her from the cold. He gave her a smile as she asked her question, <br><strong>"I've always had an affinty for music even as a young lad. I suppose the reason I enjoy the violin so much is becuase it was one of the very first instruments I learned to play other than the piano."</strong> he spoke as he grabbed the violin and showed her the proper way of holding the instrument. He then handed it to her and stood behind her guiding her arms onto the wooden frame in preperation to play it. <strong>"It seems this will be the first instrument for you as well"</strong> he smiled once as he moved her arms gently.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tackyhillbilly</strong> on <strong>28-09-2010, 19:50:16</strong>
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				Tom ran his hand down Christina's back, slowly and gently running his hand down her back, along her spine. Her pale skin, with that beautiful hair drove him wild. The other hand stayed on her perfect ass, gripping and flexing slowly.<br><br>"Looking forward to it? Not yet. You are dripping, but I want to know how much damage Alistair did."<br><br>The hand trailing down her back moved over her ass, and began gently prying at her Womanhood, slipping a finger inside. Tom listened carefully to her voice, waiting to see if it was pained.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelsDemonsCode</strong> on <strong>28-09-2010, 20:28:56</strong>
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				She looked at him when he gave her his jacket to wear over her slim frame, surprised by the gesture if she had to be perfectly frank. "Most men would want less clothing on me," she observed with a cheeky smile on her face. "Not more. In any case, thank you Cyril for the jacket. I'm certainly more warm now and that was a kind gesture of you to do."<br><br>"It must be so nice to be able to play all sorts of instruments with skill like yours," she said to him as she took the instrument in her hands. "I again thank you so much for teaching me this. It's a wonderful opportunity."<br><br>She stiffened a bit when he came behind her, his body pressed against her frame but she relaxed soon enough. He wouldn't do anything to harm her, she reminded herself. She let him guide her arms on the violin, relaxed for once the entire evening. "You smell nice."<br><br><em>What?</em> Annalisa blushed and bowed her head, feeling like an idiot for suddenly saying that to the man now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Teridas</strong> on <strong>28-09-2010, 21:25:00</strong>
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				Cyril spoke in a seductive tone in turn to her comment for giving her his jacket <strong>"I can see why my dear you have such lovely figure, I wouldn't want you to catch deaths' chill."</strong> he continued after she spoke, <strong>"I'm glad you think so highly of me and are willing to learn Annalisa"</strong> Cyril spoke as he gave her a warm smile gazing upon her.<br><br>He felt her tense as he moved behind her holding her arms gently but as they began to play even with his jacket upon her he could feel her pressing against him in a relaxed manor. His chest slowly rising up and down against her but when she spoke her comment the beating of his heart began to race slightly as he let out a soft chuckle.<br><br><strong>"Thank you my dear."</strong> he whispered seductivly into her ear as he moved her arms across the violin letting out a soothing note. He began to move her with more feeling although lightly not wanting to be pushy and giving her pointers and tips as they played together. <strong>"You are quite the natural."</strong> he spoke lightly, pleased with her progress.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelsDemonsCode</strong> on <strong>29-09-2010, 13:06:22</strong>
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				The Slave-In-Training felt her blush deepen even more at his compliment of her body, though she didn't feel interested, sexually, in him at the moment. Right now, she was just happy to be with a man and not have him crawl all over her form in hopes of riding her. It was a breathe of fresh air to her.<br><br>"I'm glad you were flattered by words and were not befuddled by them like most people should," she said, giving a warm smile in return to him. "It is an honor to learn from a maestro like yourself. If I am a natural, than you are inhuman for the way you played your violin earlier was magnificent and something I never heard of before." <br><br>Her arms and fingers were careful in their movements as she played the violin, straining her hear to make sure the music did not screech in the latest way. She happily took his pointers and tips, wanting to play music beautifully as he could. It sounded fine, screechy here and there when she did something wrong, but surprisingly alright for a first timer on a complicated instrument like the violin itself.<br><br>"What kind of composition are you making?" Annalisa asked him as he continued to teach her. "I am very interested to learn what it is all about."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Teridas</strong> on <strong>29-09-2010, 18:19:00</strong>
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				Cyril smiled widely as she continued to praise his abilities as their arms moved gently across the strings, sure their would be a few mistakes here and there, but even the greatest musicians had to learn at some point. <strong>"I'm very grateful, your praise knows no bounds."</strong> he spoke gazing upon her once more with his eyes a deep blue.<br><br>It appeared she was beginning to get the hang of simple notes and chords, <strong>"Excellent my dear you're progressing very quickly, I'm impressed."</strong> he praised with his hand slowly rising up her arms allowing her free reign over the strings. When she asked him about his work he spoke calmly, <strong>"I plan on making a series of pieces, they will be my life's work. My first group of pieces will be a three part serenade (instrumental) two of which are performed upon the piano&nbsp; however I am having trouble coming up with a title. I find it pointless to simply name it Menate's Serenade I want it to be original through and through. Perhaps you can help me with such my dear."</strong> <br><br>Not wishing to bore her with his current conundrum he continued showing her various chords as he placed his hands on top of hers moving them with a gentle and loving tenderness.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Household - Dinner time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>29-09-2010, 19:44:45</strong>
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				Christine could feel her heart beating like a drum as he moved his hands over her body, and she knew that she was extremely wet by now. Still, his words pleased her, as that showed he had a heart. When his fingers moved inside of her, she hissed slightly as he felt around her sore walls, but it was better than she expected. Alistair had been rough, but her skin was young and resilient. <br><br>"It is a bit sore, but you seem gentle."<br><br>Her voice was soft as she waited for his decision.
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