Persephone
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With his chin resting in the palm of his hand, his eyes followed the wine that swirled around in his glass.
Setting aside the wine glass with a bored sigh, he stared at his bed and shook his head. Every time a new girl was brought to him she just wasn't good enough to meet his needs.
The one last night had been the worst. She was barely ticklish except for her belly, other than that she was a complete dud.
"Where is she out there? My perfect little tickle pet," he sighed, rubbing his groomed beard as he pondered.
A swift knock was heard on his door and he didn't even turn to face it. "Come in," he said in a monotone voice.
"My lord?" Raphael, his personal servant stuck his head in the door.
"What is it Raphael?" his master turned to face him, with a bored expression on his face.
"Dinner is ready my lord," Raphael said as he studied his master's face. "Is something wrong sir?"
His master shook his head, "I'm just frustrated Raphael! Ever since my wife died a year and a half ago I've just had nothing to fill my lusts. You know how specific I am about who is up to par with my standards."
"Yes sir," Raphael understood. Too many girls had come and gone because of his master's disapproval.
"And here I am, still very young! I'm only 29 years old! You would think the Duke of Norwood could find himself the perfect tickle pet," he bitterly said.
Raphael knew how to cheer his master up at least for the time being.
"My lord if I may make a suggestion?" Raphael inquired.
"Go ahead," his master shrugged.
"I can ask the maids to set dinner aside and I can get the carriage prepared for a nice evening ride alone. You do enjoy the silence and the landscape do you not?" Raphael calmly suggested.
The Duke of Norwood mused over it for a second and then nodded, "Instead of setting it aside, have the maids pack me a few sandwiches. A few hours alone to think and watching the sun set will help calm my nerves."
"Yes sir," Raphael disappeared to get everything prepared.
Later that evening, the Duke was riding silently in his carriage. The carriage driver was silent as he whisked the horses along the back country roads, where he knew no one would disturb his master.
The Duke was sipping on some wine the maid's had packed for him when suddenly the carriage lurched to right and a nasty crack was heard. This startled him and caused him to drop his glass, staining the front of his expensive shirt.
"Damn," he hissed in annoyance, grabbing a napkin to wipe the wine up with.
"What the hell is going on out there?" the Duke growled as he stuck his head out the door to glare up at the driver.
"I'm sorry my lord! We've hit a pothole in the road and the wheel has cracked! I must take a horse into the village to retrieve some help and a new wheel! I will return as hastily as I can!" the driver said in a trembling voice.
"You better be hasty about it!" the duke glared as the driver disappeared to unharness a horse and be on his way.
One hour later, the Duke was very bored. All his sandwiches were long gone by now, as was his wine. It was at least still quiet and peaceful as he waited patiently for his driver to return.
Deciding he had nothing else better to do the Duke sat forward and peered through the open window of the carriage. All he saw was a fence that ran adjacent to the road and then a very plush, green field.
In the distance rested a tiny cottage, and smoke lazily swirled up from it's chimney. The sun was beginning to set behind the hills in the far distance behind the cottage.
As he stared at the setting sun and enjoyed it's beauty, his peace and quiet was immediately interrupted.
"Molly wait up!" a voice angrily yelled, breaking the silence.
"No Janet! You hurry up! I'm tired!" an angry voice responded.
The Duke watched with interest as two girls appeared. Both seemed to be around the age of nineteen or twenty. One girl, apparently Janet, had her blonde hair pulled back into a bun on her head and was clutching a bucket of some kind.
The other girl, probably Molly, was a bit taller and had a single brown braid that fell down her back.
"I've got the milk, you have the eggs right?" Janet asked as she climbed over the fence with the heavy bucket.
"Yeah you go ahead, I've got to be more careful because of the eggs," Molly sighed in an annoyed tone.
The Duke watched with interest as the slim girl began to climb over the fence slowly, clutching her basket of eggs firmly to her chest.
As she swung her leg over the fence one of her shoes fell off. "Crap," she mumbled. As she climbed over the fence fully, her foot was exposed for a fraction of a second to the Duke.
But for that one moment it was enough to get his full interest. Her sole was slightly dirty but had a faint pink tinge to it and looked like it had a very smooth arch. It was such a delicate, beautiful foot.
He gasped as he felt his pants tighten. The Duke was getting hard from just seeing her foot? He knew immediately that he just had to have her! No woman he had been with for months had caused him to get such a swift reaction. Even his former wife never had that ability.
Thirty minutes later the driver returned with several townsmen and a new wheel. The Duke was standing by the fence as he waited for the carriage to be removed from the pothole and fixed.
"Sir I'm sorry for the wait--" the driver began. Holding up his hand, he silenced his servant as he stepped past him.
"You there, boy," he called to a youth, no older than eighteen, who was clutching the new wheel.
"Yes my lord?" the boy was shocked to be addressed so suddenly by the high ranking royal.
"You are from this area, yes? Who is it that lives on that small farm at the base of the hills?" the Duke demanded.
The boy was taken aback by this strange question but didn't dare halt in answering.
"That's the Kinney farm. The family that lives there is very poor, that's why they're barely able to pay their taxes let alone fill this pothole," the boy shook his head.
"It's a shame too. The four daughters in that family are all so pretty, but their destined to the hard lives as farm workers," he shrugged.
"Not all of them," the Duke of Norwood grinned darkly to himself.
A week later the Duke was lazily seated in his main hall. He was sipping his wine and munching on some biscuits when suddenly the doors were thrown open.
"We've gotten her sir," one guard said, as he and another dragged a struggling girl before their master.
"Let me go!" she shrieked angrily, fighting like a hellcat. "I've done nothing wrong! Unhand me you pigs!"
They forced her to her knees as her hands were bound behind her back.
The lord sat forward and grinned to himself. "You are Molly Kinney, am I right?"
The girl stared up in confusion at the Duke of Norwood. "Yes my lord, I am. And I don't understand why I've been brought here."
The duke stood up and began to pace in front of the girl. "You've been brought here to pay damages for my carriage."
"What?" the girl asked in confusion, furrowing her eyebrows.
"A week ago I was taking a pleasant ride through the country when my trip was stalled because my wheel got caught in a pothole. That pothole was on your land my dear. It caused me to wait almost two hours for my men to fix the problem and for me to be on my way. So I brought you here to offer you an ultimatum. Either you pay for the damages caused to my carriage or you will be sent away to the prison for a while," he said casually.
Molly's heart pounded, "But...I don't understand! My father owns the land my lord! Not I..."
"Well seeing that your father is crippled, your mother is dead, and you're the eldest among your family, you bear the full responsibility," the Duke recited.
Tears filled her pretty blue eyes and slid down her slightly freckled cheeks. "Please my lord have mercy. We haven't got enough money to barely survive, let alone to fix that hole in the road! Please..."
The Duke chuckled to himself as he knew this was going in his ideal direction, "Well my dear there is one more option."
Molly looked up immediately, "What? I'll do anything! Just please don't send me away!"
Staring right into the depths of her blue eyes, his eyes were very malicious. "The third choice is that you stay here, that you will belong to me and never leave."
Molly glared at him, "I can't just leave my family! What about my sisters!"
"I will send a generous donation to your family, almost as if I am buying you from them. I'm sure your father won't say no. And we can forget this whole carriage and pothole nonsense. Otherwise you and your sisters will be off to jail for a long time," he said icily, knowing he had her cornered now.
"No!" Molly gasped. "They're only kids! Please have mercy. I'll stay here my lord! Whatever you wish, just don't send them away--" she began to plead.
"Then it's decided. You'll remain here from now own," the duke glanced up at his guards.
"Take her to the dungeons and prepare her for me. You know what needs to be done," he darkly said.
"Dungeons?" Molly shouted angrily. "You lied to me!" She screamed curse words at him as she was dragged from the main hallway and the lord sat in his chair, a satisfied smirk on his face.
About an hour later the Duke excitedly descended the cold stairwell towards his dungeons. He knew exactly what room sweet Molly was in.
As he entered the sight that befell him made his genitalia come to life immediately.
Molly was bound tightly to a sturdy pole. Her arms were tied over her head, as more lengths of rope wound around her midriff and pushed her heaving, bare breasts out more.
A gag was inserted into her mouth, silencing her from ever thinking she could plead for her freedom.
Her bottom was seated on a sturdy leather stool and a thick belt strapped across her waist and upper thighs to keep her seated. Her legs were thrust forward and locked into a set of sturdy oak stocks.
"Perfect," the duke grinned evilly.
Molly had no idea what he was going to do with her. First of all he was going to test her to make sure she was as ticklish as he had fantasized about. And every time he began a new investigation he always started with the feet.
Her feet were bare but had not been touched. The duke wanted the pleasure of cleaning her feet and making them match his standard of beauty.
Molly watched in confusion as the Duke leaned closely to her feet and she only saw the top of his head over the stocks.
Studying her feet the Duke noticed she had some dry skin around her heels and balls. Her feet were also a bit dirty. But other than that, the skin beneath was bound to be soft and tinged pink.
"Let's get started," he whispered. Lazily he dragged a fingernail up her left sole.
Molly screamed into her gag as her foot spazzed around and trembled. Oh yes, her foot was very sensitive indeed. And this was before the layers of dead skin and dirt had been removed.
Two hours later, shrieks of agonized laughter could be heard from the dark dungeon. The Duke had tied her big toes together and then tied them back to the stocks, arching her feet nice and taught.
Her feet now were bright pink as he had spent over an hour scrubbing every inch of the tender skin. After that he had taken a pumice stone to them and removed every layer of dead skin from the bottoms of her feet. After a quick trimming of her nails, another hour had passed.
Presently he was massaging a mixture of oil and lotion into her now baby soft sole. She squealed into her gag as his gentle massaging touch was too much for her new tender feet to handle.
She bucked and squirmed like a crazed woman as he rubbed his fingers in soothing circle motions deep within her creamy arch.
"Enjoying it as much as I am?" the Duke asked darkly as he stared up at his victim. The more ticklish and sensitive he made her feet, the more he was sure that she was the one he had been looking for.
After massaging the concoction into her tingling, bare soles he pulled back.
"You know we really should make sure that the lotion and oil sink into the sole and not drip off. Otherwise you're feet won't stay soft and we'll have to start all over again," he chuckled.
Shaking her head wildly she whimpered as tears slid down her cheeks.
"You're right! We should make sure it's rubbed in good and hard," the duke laughed evilly.
For over a year and a half his lusts had been building up and building up inside. Now that he found Molly, all of them were coming out and he was being three times more merciless and vindictive than he ever had been before.
Picking up the small scrubbing brush from earlier he began to brush it across the ball of her right foot.
Molly screamed into her gag and arched her back, as her perky breasts shook as she laughed like mad.
The stocks shook from the ferocity of her struggling. Her feet could pull all they wanted but they were going nowhere. Until her toes were untied and the stocks opened, she was helpless to whatever the lord dished out.
After ten minutes of tenderizing her soles to the extreme he pulled back. "Now that we've got your soles all ready for the torture, it's time to explore other parts of your sweet, ticklish body."
Picking up two stiff and menacing black feathers he grinned and stood up and started walking towards her heaving breasts and stiff nipples.
"MMmnnnmmnnNOOO!" she screamed through her gag as she watched him with terrified eyes.
(To be continued?)
Setting aside the wine glass with a bored sigh, he stared at his bed and shook his head. Every time a new girl was brought to him she just wasn't good enough to meet his needs.
The one last night had been the worst. She was barely ticklish except for her belly, other than that she was a complete dud.
"Where is she out there? My perfect little tickle pet," he sighed, rubbing his groomed beard as he pondered.
A swift knock was heard on his door and he didn't even turn to face it. "Come in," he said in a monotone voice.
"My lord?" Raphael, his personal servant stuck his head in the door.
"What is it Raphael?" his master turned to face him, with a bored expression on his face.
"Dinner is ready my lord," Raphael said as he studied his master's face. "Is something wrong sir?"
His master shook his head, "I'm just frustrated Raphael! Ever since my wife died a year and a half ago I've just had nothing to fill my lusts. You know how specific I am about who is up to par with my standards."
"Yes sir," Raphael understood. Too many girls had come and gone because of his master's disapproval.
"And here I am, still very young! I'm only 29 years old! You would think the Duke of Norwood could find himself the perfect tickle pet," he bitterly said.
Raphael knew how to cheer his master up at least for the time being.
"My lord if I may make a suggestion?" Raphael inquired.
"Go ahead," his master shrugged.
"I can ask the maids to set dinner aside and I can get the carriage prepared for a nice evening ride alone. You do enjoy the silence and the landscape do you not?" Raphael calmly suggested.
The Duke of Norwood mused over it for a second and then nodded, "Instead of setting it aside, have the maids pack me a few sandwiches. A few hours alone to think and watching the sun set will help calm my nerves."
"Yes sir," Raphael disappeared to get everything prepared.
Later that evening, the Duke was riding silently in his carriage. The carriage driver was silent as he whisked the horses along the back country roads, where he knew no one would disturb his master.
The Duke was sipping on some wine the maid's had packed for him when suddenly the carriage lurched to right and a nasty crack was heard. This startled him and caused him to drop his glass, staining the front of his expensive shirt.
"Damn," he hissed in annoyance, grabbing a napkin to wipe the wine up with.
"What the hell is going on out there?" the Duke growled as he stuck his head out the door to glare up at the driver.
"I'm sorry my lord! We've hit a pothole in the road and the wheel has cracked! I must take a horse into the village to retrieve some help and a new wheel! I will return as hastily as I can!" the driver said in a trembling voice.
"You better be hasty about it!" the duke glared as the driver disappeared to unharness a horse and be on his way.
One hour later, the Duke was very bored. All his sandwiches were long gone by now, as was his wine. It was at least still quiet and peaceful as he waited patiently for his driver to return.
Deciding he had nothing else better to do the Duke sat forward and peered through the open window of the carriage. All he saw was a fence that ran adjacent to the road and then a very plush, green field.
In the distance rested a tiny cottage, and smoke lazily swirled up from it's chimney. The sun was beginning to set behind the hills in the far distance behind the cottage.
As he stared at the setting sun and enjoyed it's beauty, his peace and quiet was immediately interrupted.
"Molly wait up!" a voice angrily yelled, breaking the silence.
"No Janet! You hurry up! I'm tired!" an angry voice responded.
The Duke watched with interest as two girls appeared. Both seemed to be around the age of nineteen or twenty. One girl, apparently Janet, had her blonde hair pulled back into a bun on her head and was clutching a bucket of some kind.
The other girl, probably Molly, was a bit taller and had a single brown braid that fell down her back.
"I've got the milk, you have the eggs right?" Janet asked as she climbed over the fence with the heavy bucket.
"Yeah you go ahead, I've got to be more careful because of the eggs," Molly sighed in an annoyed tone.
The Duke watched with interest as the slim girl began to climb over the fence slowly, clutching her basket of eggs firmly to her chest.
As she swung her leg over the fence one of her shoes fell off. "Crap," she mumbled. As she climbed over the fence fully, her foot was exposed for a fraction of a second to the Duke.
But for that one moment it was enough to get his full interest. Her sole was slightly dirty but had a faint pink tinge to it and looked like it had a very smooth arch. It was such a delicate, beautiful foot.
He gasped as he felt his pants tighten. The Duke was getting hard from just seeing her foot? He knew immediately that he just had to have her! No woman he had been with for months had caused him to get such a swift reaction. Even his former wife never had that ability.
Thirty minutes later the driver returned with several townsmen and a new wheel. The Duke was standing by the fence as he waited for the carriage to be removed from the pothole and fixed.
"Sir I'm sorry for the wait--" the driver began. Holding up his hand, he silenced his servant as he stepped past him.
"You there, boy," he called to a youth, no older than eighteen, who was clutching the new wheel.
"Yes my lord?" the boy was shocked to be addressed so suddenly by the high ranking royal.
"You are from this area, yes? Who is it that lives on that small farm at the base of the hills?" the Duke demanded.
The boy was taken aback by this strange question but didn't dare halt in answering.
"That's the Kinney farm. The family that lives there is very poor, that's why they're barely able to pay their taxes let alone fill this pothole," the boy shook his head.
"It's a shame too. The four daughters in that family are all so pretty, but their destined to the hard lives as farm workers," he shrugged.
"Not all of them," the Duke of Norwood grinned darkly to himself.
A week later the Duke was lazily seated in his main hall. He was sipping his wine and munching on some biscuits when suddenly the doors were thrown open.
"We've gotten her sir," one guard said, as he and another dragged a struggling girl before their master.
"Let me go!" she shrieked angrily, fighting like a hellcat. "I've done nothing wrong! Unhand me you pigs!"
They forced her to her knees as her hands were bound behind her back.
The lord sat forward and grinned to himself. "You are Molly Kinney, am I right?"
The girl stared up in confusion at the Duke of Norwood. "Yes my lord, I am. And I don't understand why I've been brought here."
The duke stood up and began to pace in front of the girl. "You've been brought here to pay damages for my carriage."
"What?" the girl asked in confusion, furrowing her eyebrows.
"A week ago I was taking a pleasant ride through the country when my trip was stalled because my wheel got caught in a pothole. That pothole was on your land my dear. It caused me to wait almost two hours for my men to fix the problem and for me to be on my way. So I brought you here to offer you an ultimatum. Either you pay for the damages caused to my carriage or you will be sent away to the prison for a while," he said casually.
Molly's heart pounded, "But...I don't understand! My father owns the land my lord! Not I..."
"Well seeing that your father is crippled, your mother is dead, and you're the eldest among your family, you bear the full responsibility," the Duke recited.
Tears filled her pretty blue eyes and slid down her slightly freckled cheeks. "Please my lord have mercy. We haven't got enough money to barely survive, let alone to fix that hole in the road! Please..."
The Duke chuckled to himself as he knew this was going in his ideal direction, "Well my dear there is one more option."
Molly looked up immediately, "What? I'll do anything! Just please don't send me away!"
Staring right into the depths of her blue eyes, his eyes were very malicious. "The third choice is that you stay here, that you will belong to me and never leave."
Molly glared at him, "I can't just leave my family! What about my sisters!"
"I will send a generous donation to your family, almost as if I am buying you from them. I'm sure your father won't say no. And we can forget this whole carriage and pothole nonsense. Otherwise you and your sisters will be off to jail for a long time," he said icily, knowing he had her cornered now.
"No!" Molly gasped. "They're only kids! Please have mercy. I'll stay here my lord! Whatever you wish, just don't send them away--" she began to plead.
"Then it's decided. You'll remain here from now own," the duke glanced up at his guards.
"Take her to the dungeons and prepare her for me. You know what needs to be done," he darkly said.
"Dungeons?" Molly shouted angrily. "You lied to me!" She screamed curse words at him as she was dragged from the main hallway and the lord sat in his chair, a satisfied smirk on his face.
About an hour later the Duke excitedly descended the cold stairwell towards his dungeons. He knew exactly what room sweet Molly was in.
As he entered the sight that befell him made his genitalia come to life immediately.
Molly was bound tightly to a sturdy pole. Her arms were tied over her head, as more lengths of rope wound around her midriff and pushed her heaving, bare breasts out more.
A gag was inserted into her mouth, silencing her from ever thinking she could plead for her freedom.
Her bottom was seated on a sturdy leather stool and a thick belt strapped across her waist and upper thighs to keep her seated. Her legs were thrust forward and locked into a set of sturdy oak stocks.
"Perfect," the duke grinned evilly.
Molly had no idea what he was going to do with her. First of all he was going to test her to make sure she was as ticklish as he had fantasized about. And every time he began a new investigation he always started with the feet.
Her feet were bare but had not been touched. The duke wanted the pleasure of cleaning her feet and making them match his standard of beauty.
Molly watched in confusion as the Duke leaned closely to her feet and she only saw the top of his head over the stocks.
Studying her feet the Duke noticed she had some dry skin around her heels and balls. Her feet were also a bit dirty. But other than that, the skin beneath was bound to be soft and tinged pink.
"Let's get started," he whispered. Lazily he dragged a fingernail up her left sole.
Molly screamed into her gag as her foot spazzed around and trembled. Oh yes, her foot was very sensitive indeed. And this was before the layers of dead skin and dirt had been removed.
Two hours later, shrieks of agonized laughter could be heard from the dark dungeon. The Duke had tied her big toes together and then tied them back to the stocks, arching her feet nice and taught.
Her feet now were bright pink as he had spent over an hour scrubbing every inch of the tender skin. After that he had taken a pumice stone to them and removed every layer of dead skin from the bottoms of her feet. After a quick trimming of her nails, another hour had passed.
Presently he was massaging a mixture of oil and lotion into her now baby soft sole. She squealed into her gag as his gentle massaging touch was too much for her new tender feet to handle.
She bucked and squirmed like a crazed woman as he rubbed his fingers in soothing circle motions deep within her creamy arch.
"Enjoying it as much as I am?" the Duke asked darkly as he stared up at his victim. The more ticklish and sensitive he made her feet, the more he was sure that she was the one he had been looking for.
After massaging the concoction into her tingling, bare soles he pulled back.
"You know we really should make sure that the lotion and oil sink into the sole and not drip off. Otherwise you're feet won't stay soft and we'll have to start all over again," he chuckled.
Shaking her head wildly she whimpered as tears slid down her cheeks.
"You're right! We should make sure it's rubbed in good and hard," the duke laughed evilly.
For over a year and a half his lusts had been building up and building up inside. Now that he found Molly, all of them were coming out and he was being three times more merciless and vindictive than he ever had been before.
Picking up the small scrubbing brush from earlier he began to brush it across the ball of her right foot.
Molly screamed into her gag and arched her back, as her perky breasts shook as she laughed like mad.
The stocks shook from the ferocity of her struggling. Her feet could pull all they wanted but they were going nowhere. Until her toes were untied and the stocks opened, she was helpless to whatever the lord dished out.
After ten minutes of tenderizing her soles to the extreme he pulled back. "Now that we've got your soles all ready for the torture, it's time to explore other parts of your sweet, ticklish body."
Picking up two stiff and menacing black feathers he grinned and stood up and started walking towards her heaving breasts and stiff nipples.
"MMmnnnmmnnNOOO!" she screamed through her gag as she watched him with terrified eyes.
(To be continued?)