Persephone
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The Duke of Norwood was angrily pacing back and forth in his study as he awaited for news to arrive. He was so lost in his thoughts he didn't even notice a meek slave enter and set a tray of food on his oak desk. Suddenly noticing it he lashed out and angrily swung his arm and knocked the porcelain plate to the ground as it shattered.
A knock was heard and he looked up gritting his teeth in fury, "What?!" he growled out, daring for anyone to disturb him right now.
"My lord," Raphael entered and bowed his head, "she was found, in the west woods almost near Williamtown, the village at the base of the mountains."
"Was she with anyone?" the lord asked, jealousy evident in his tone.
"No my lord, the servant boy who helped her escape is now long gone. Apparently he abandoned her as she slept last night--" Raphael stopped midsentence.
"What? What is it?" the lord hissed, demanding to know everything Raphael was keeping from him.
"Well sir, you said to find out how she was able to convince the lad to go against you and help her. Some servants finally revealed the truth today during an interrogation," Raphael was hesitant.
"And?" the duke sighed impatiently.
Biting his lip he lowered his head, terrified to see his master's reaction. "Apparently my lord she was doing him personal favors a few weeks before they actually escaped."
The lord was shocked silent but soon anger swept over him like an ocean wave. "How?" he gritted out, clutching his fists as they trembled in such deep fury.
"Someone he got a key to her room and when she was supposed to resting, she allowed him to bed with her. This occurred many times my lord, not just once," Raphael finished.
"That girl is so desperate to escape from me, she goes and gives her virginity up to one of my stable boys? It's inexcusable!" Lord Norwood shouted shoving papers off his desk bitterly.
"Does she detest me so much?" he looked up at Raphael who was helpless to give him an adequate answer.
"What are we to do with her sire? The punishment for running away is usually--" he began to say.
"Death, yes I know. By the time I'm through with her, she'll wish she was dead," the duke walked past Raphael swiftly and headed towards his pet's room.
Upon entering he found her bound onto her bed as he had ordered should she be found and brought home.
Her arms were tied tightly over her head to the headboard as her feet were tied far apart to the foot of the bed. She was tied very tightly in this spread eagle position and was going nowhere.
"Have a pleasant trip?" he asked darkly as he sat down on the bed beside her helpless form. Surprisingly he hadn't ordered her to be gagged.
Molly's dark eyes glared up at him, "Anything is better than being stuck here with you!"
Grinning darkly he touched a cold hand to her face, "I still haven't wiped that little rebellious streak out of you? Don't worry, I always loved women with spirit. But by tonight that fire in you will be totally gone, I can assure you of that."
Inwardly, Molly gulped and was terrified as she stared into his cold gaze. His eyes seemed to be more empty and terrifying than usual.
"So I heard about your little rendezvous with Simon. I know he's the one who helped you escape. So was your first as wonderful as you imagined?" he stared dangerously into her face and got close to stare her down in the eyes.
"Better than you ever would have been," she spat in his face and turned away.
Wiping the spit off his face in disgust he stood up swiftly, "It was my right to lay with you for the first time! But you allowed that...that boy to beat me to it. You will so regret ever going against me, my dear. You have no idea who you're messing with."
Molly tried to remain strong but her voice cracked a little, "Wh--what are you going to do with me?"
"Well I figure since you are so adamant about flaunting your body and giving personal favors to others, I will bestow some of my own personal favors on you," he grinned darkly.
Molly gasped and began to writhe in her bindings, "You wouldn't rape me!"
Chuckling he sat down beside her again, "Of course not my dear. Only the truly desperate and vicious rape innocent females. No I have my pride my dear."
"Then...what are you going to do to me?" she whimpered, now terrified.
Leaning down towards her ear he grinned, "I'm going to take you to the edge of hades and paradise and never allow you to cross over into the land of relief. You'll see..." He chuckled darkly to himself.
Molly had no chance to question him as he shoved a small gag into her mouth and buckled it behind her head. "No more words shall come from that pretty little mouth. Your moans will get so loud I'm afraid they'll distract me, so a gag it is my dear."
Standing up he walked to her door and opened it summoning the guards, "I want you to fetch the table and get her ready for tonight. I need to go finish some work and eat supper. I'll return in an hour."
"Yes sir," they answered in unison as the duke walked by and left Molly alone with the two of them.
The two men approached Molly as she squirmed on the bed in confusion, not knowing what was to come.
One hour later the Duke reentered Molly's room and his eyes came upon a very lovely sight.
Hanging from very sturdy chains from the ceiling was his sweet Molly. However she did not just hang awkwardly in the air. Her chest, belly, and upper thighs were resting on a sturdy wooden table the guards had dragged in. This table was special for this specific type of torture because it had two holes at the top, one for each breast to fall through.
So with her arms tied and bound behind her back, her breasts were thrust forward into the two holes and a thick leather strap fell across her midback and shoulders to keep her nice and snug. Meanwhile her legs were bound at a ninety degree angle, the thighs strapped to the table while the calves hung up in the air helplessly. Her toes even had thin string bound around each tender one and were bound back to the soft leather cuffs around her ankles.
Molly was blindfolded and gagged so she never knew what would befall her. She squealed as her master kissed her cheek softly, "You've never looked so appetizing my dear...shall we start?"
The duke snapped his fingers and a lone slave girl who had silently followed him in approached the table.
"Do as I instructed you out in the hall and don't stop until I say. Understand?" he commanded.
Nodding she crouched down and crawled beneath the table where the two perky and milky breasts of Molly were hanging helplessly. The girl reached up and gently cupped one breast in her hand.
Molly gasped and began to shriek angrily behind her gag. She knew the kind of torture that would befall her and she couldn't stand the thought!
Ignoring the shrill shrieks the slave girl gently kneaded the plump, warm breast she held in her hands and with her thumb she gently circled her finger around the now stiffening and aroused nipple.
"Good, good, continue," the duke had crouched down and observed to make sure she got it. Standing up he walked towards her wide spread legs and helpless feet.
"Let this be your ultimate lesson Molly. You are never to run from me or lay with another man. You belong to me, Samuel Norwood, the Duke of Norwood. And if you ever dare to even touch another male you will suffer a fate worse than this," he said darkly.
He immediately began to dig his fingers into her arches and under her toes. Molly screamed into her gag and then began to laugh deep, belly laughs. Squirming against her bondage was useless, she could barely budge an inch.
The girl at her breasts was beginning to be less apprehensive and began to enjoy tormenting the master's pet.
Licking her lips she leaned up and mashed the two breasts together and began to kiss the two nipples, now mushed side by side.
Suckling on them she them kneaded the breasts ever so gently, like an experienced lover. Molly groaned deeply into the gag, as her eyes closed tightly trying to get the very arousing sensations out of her mind. But the pleasure was too much.
Her loins began to tingle and her master could tell as her sex began to swell with arousal. Grinning darkly he continues to scrape his fingers all over her soft soles.
"I'm very disappointed in you Molly. Since you've run from me your feet have become very hard. Don't worry, tomorrow I'll have the slaves give your feet a triple touch up. But for now I'll focus somewhere else that's just as pink and sensitive," he smirked.
Stepping between her outstretched legs he grinned and leaned towards her creamy inner thighs. He sniffed along the rosy smelling skin, since she had been swiftly bathed over before behind bound, and massaged the skin with the palms of his hands.
Molly whimpered into her gag as she knew what was coming. Suddenly her master was rubbing a hand sensually over her newly shaven sex. Her eyes almost rolled into the back of her head as she groaned deeply and loudly into the gag.
By now the slave girl was suckling tenderly on one breast while the other nipple was being rolled between her fingers ever so gently.
The master allowed his finger to pinch through her outer shell and he began to flick her now puffy and aroused love button.
Molly moaned an even huskier growl of pleasure and was right about to go over the brink into pleasure when her master pulled away.
The feeling was maddening! She was kept right on edge as the girl tended to her breasts. But her master was suddenly tickling along that sensitive skin where the back of the thigh met her sweet little bottom.
She squealed in laughter as his fingers tickled there and down the creamy, white skin of the back of her thighs and even her bottom.
And so it continued for many hours into the night. The duke would take her to the edge and leave her there, as the slave girl tended to her swollen and hypersensitive breasts.
Then he would tickle the skin of her thighs, behind her knees, her sides, back, anywhere but her feet.
As dawn broke the Duke chuckled, "Another day is upon us. For now I do believe I told you today I would have the slaves do some touch ups on your precious feet, triple the usual treatment. Never too early to start. And as a bonus I'll continue my own treatment while they do theirs."
Molly screamed and laughed into her gag helplessly as two girls entered, pushing a small cart that contained several bottles of lotions, softening creams, Shea butter, pumice stones, nail clippers, and scrub brushes.
"Make sure her feet are glowing a nice healthy shade of magenta. I want it to seem as though she's never walked before," he said darkly.
"Yes sir," one said as she grabbed a pumice stone and immediately began to scrape it across the still pink and sensitive ball of Molly's foot.
Her right foot spazzed and shook in the cuff, even despite the toe bondage the foot was jerking due to the sensitivity of the tender, already creamy soft skin. But no foot was ever too soft for the duke.
Molly moaned and shrieked in laughter into her gag as the girls tended to her feet, the slave girl massaged and suckled her breasts and her master was once again teasing her sex.
It was going to be a long new day for Molly.
(To be continued?)
A knock was heard and he looked up gritting his teeth in fury, "What?!" he growled out, daring for anyone to disturb him right now.
"My lord," Raphael entered and bowed his head, "she was found, in the west woods almost near Williamtown, the village at the base of the mountains."
"Was she with anyone?" the lord asked, jealousy evident in his tone.
"No my lord, the servant boy who helped her escape is now long gone. Apparently he abandoned her as she slept last night--" Raphael stopped midsentence.
"What? What is it?" the lord hissed, demanding to know everything Raphael was keeping from him.
"Well sir, you said to find out how she was able to convince the lad to go against you and help her. Some servants finally revealed the truth today during an interrogation," Raphael was hesitant.
"And?" the duke sighed impatiently.
Biting his lip he lowered his head, terrified to see his master's reaction. "Apparently my lord she was doing him personal favors a few weeks before they actually escaped."
The lord was shocked silent but soon anger swept over him like an ocean wave. "How?" he gritted out, clutching his fists as they trembled in such deep fury.
"Someone he got a key to her room and when she was supposed to resting, she allowed him to bed with her. This occurred many times my lord, not just once," Raphael finished.
"That girl is so desperate to escape from me, she goes and gives her virginity up to one of my stable boys? It's inexcusable!" Lord Norwood shouted shoving papers off his desk bitterly.
"Does she detest me so much?" he looked up at Raphael who was helpless to give him an adequate answer.
"What are we to do with her sire? The punishment for running away is usually--" he began to say.
"Death, yes I know. By the time I'm through with her, she'll wish she was dead," the duke walked past Raphael swiftly and headed towards his pet's room.
Upon entering he found her bound onto her bed as he had ordered should she be found and brought home.
Her arms were tied tightly over her head to the headboard as her feet were tied far apart to the foot of the bed. She was tied very tightly in this spread eagle position and was going nowhere.
"Have a pleasant trip?" he asked darkly as he sat down on the bed beside her helpless form. Surprisingly he hadn't ordered her to be gagged.
Molly's dark eyes glared up at him, "Anything is better than being stuck here with you!"
Grinning darkly he touched a cold hand to her face, "I still haven't wiped that little rebellious streak out of you? Don't worry, I always loved women with spirit. But by tonight that fire in you will be totally gone, I can assure you of that."
Inwardly, Molly gulped and was terrified as she stared into his cold gaze. His eyes seemed to be more empty and terrifying than usual.
"So I heard about your little rendezvous with Simon. I know he's the one who helped you escape. So was your first as wonderful as you imagined?" he stared dangerously into her face and got close to stare her down in the eyes.
"Better than you ever would have been," she spat in his face and turned away.
Wiping the spit off his face in disgust he stood up swiftly, "It was my right to lay with you for the first time! But you allowed that...that boy to beat me to it. You will so regret ever going against me, my dear. You have no idea who you're messing with."
Molly tried to remain strong but her voice cracked a little, "Wh--what are you going to do with me?"
"Well I figure since you are so adamant about flaunting your body and giving personal favors to others, I will bestow some of my own personal favors on you," he grinned darkly.
Molly gasped and began to writhe in her bindings, "You wouldn't rape me!"
Chuckling he sat down beside her again, "Of course not my dear. Only the truly desperate and vicious rape innocent females. No I have my pride my dear."
"Then...what are you going to do to me?" she whimpered, now terrified.
Leaning down towards her ear he grinned, "I'm going to take you to the edge of hades and paradise and never allow you to cross over into the land of relief. You'll see..." He chuckled darkly to himself.
Molly had no chance to question him as he shoved a small gag into her mouth and buckled it behind her head. "No more words shall come from that pretty little mouth. Your moans will get so loud I'm afraid they'll distract me, so a gag it is my dear."
Standing up he walked to her door and opened it summoning the guards, "I want you to fetch the table and get her ready for tonight. I need to go finish some work and eat supper. I'll return in an hour."
"Yes sir," they answered in unison as the duke walked by and left Molly alone with the two of them.
The two men approached Molly as she squirmed on the bed in confusion, not knowing what was to come.
One hour later the Duke reentered Molly's room and his eyes came upon a very lovely sight.
Hanging from very sturdy chains from the ceiling was his sweet Molly. However she did not just hang awkwardly in the air. Her chest, belly, and upper thighs were resting on a sturdy wooden table the guards had dragged in. This table was special for this specific type of torture because it had two holes at the top, one for each breast to fall through.
So with her arms tied and bound behind her back, her breasts were thrust forward into the two holes and a thick leather strap fell across her midback and shoulders to keep her nice and snug. Meanwhile her legs were bound at a ninety degree angle, the thighs strapped to the table while the calves hung up in the air helplessly. Her toes even had thin string bound around each tender one and were bound back to the soft leather cuffs around her ankles.
Molly was blindfolded and gagged so she never knew what would befall her. She squealed as her master kissed her cheek softly, "You've never looked so appetizing my dear...shall we start?"
The duke snapped his fingers and a lone slave girl who had silently followed him in approached the table.
"Do as I instructed you out in the hall and don't stop until I say. Understand?" he commanded.
Nodding she crouched down and crawled beneath the table where the two perky and milky breasts of Molly were hanging helplessly. The girl reached up and gently cupped one breast in her hand.
Molly gasped and began to shriek angrily behind her gag. She knew the kind of torture that would befall her and she couldn't stand the thought!
Ignoring the shrill shrieks the slave girl gently kneaded the plump, warm breast she held in her hands and with her thumb she gently circled her finger around the now stiffening and aroused nipple.
"Good, good, continue," the duke had crouched down and observed to make sure she got it. Standing up he walked towards her wide spread legs and helpless feet.
"Let this be your ultimate lesson Molly. You are never to run from me or lay with another man. You belong to me, Samuel Norwood, the Duke of Norwood. And if you ever dare to even touch another male you will suffer a fate worse than this," he said darkly.
He immediately began to dig his fingers into her arches and under her toes. Molly screamed into her gag and then began to laugh deep, belly laughs. Squirming against her bondage was useless, she could barely budge an inch.
The girl at her breasts was beginning to be less apprehensive and began to enjoy tormenting the master's pet.
Licking her lips she leaned up and mashed the two breasts together and began to kiss the two nipples, now mushed side by side.
Suckling on them she them kneaded the breasts ever so gently, like an experienced lover. Molly groaned deeply into the gag, as her eyes closed tightly trying to get the very arousing sensations out of her mind. But the pleasure was too much.
Her loins began to tingle and her master could tell as her sex began to swell with arousal. Grinning darkly he continues to scrape his fingers all over her soft soles.
"I'm very disappointed in you Molly. Since you've run from me your feet have become very hard. Don't worry, tomorrow I'll have the slaves give your feet a triple touch up. But for now I'll focus somewhere else that's just as pink and sensitive," he smirked.
Stepping between her outstretched legs he grinned and leaned towards her creamy inner thighs. He sniffed along the rosy smelling skin, since she had been swiftly bathed over before behind bound, and massaged the skin with the palms of his hands.
Molly whimpered into her gag as she knew what was coming. Suddenly her master was rubbing a hand sensually over her newly shaven sex. Her eyes almost rolled into the back of her head as she groaned deeply and loudly into the gag.
By now the slave girl was suckling tenderly on one breast while the other nipple was being rolled between her fingers ever so gently.
The master allowed his finger to pinch through her outer shell and he began to flick her now puffy and aroused love button.
Molly moaned an even huskier growl of pleasure and was right about to go over the brink into pleasure when her master pulled away.
The feeling was maddening! She was kept right on edge as the girl tended to her breasts. But her master was suddenly tickling along that sensitive skin where the back of the thigh met her sweet little bottom.
She squealed in laughter as his fingers tickled there and down the creamy, white skin of the back of her thighs and even her bottom.
And so it continued for many hours into the night. The duke would take her to the edge and leave her there, as the slave girl tended to her swollen and hypersensitive breasts.
Then he would tickle the skin of her thighs, behind her knees, her sides, back, anywhere but her feet.
As dawn broke the Duke chuckled, "Another day is upon us. For now I do believe I told you today I would have the slaves do some touch ups on your precious feet, triple the usual treatment. Never too early to start. And as a bonus I'll continue my own treatment while they do theirs."
Molly screamed and laughed into her gag helplessly as two girls entered, pushing a small cart that contained several bottles of lotions, softening creams, Shea butter, pumice stones, nail clippers, and scrub brushes.
"Make sure her feet are glowing a nice healthy shade of magenta. I want it to seem as though she's never walked before," he said darkly.
"Yes sir," one said as she grabbed a pumice stone and immediately began to scrape it across the still pink and sensitive ball of Molly's foot.
Her right foot spazzed and shook in the cuff, even despite the toe bondage the foot was jerking due to the sensitivity of the tender, already creamy soft skin. But no foot was ever too soft for the duke.
Molly moaned and shrieked in laughter into her gag as the girls tended to her feet, the slave girl massaged and suckled her breasts and her master was once again teasing her sex.
It was going to be a long new day for Molly.
(To be continued?)
