The King felt the soft flesh of this beautiful creature, his thoughts turning to lush as he felt the dampness of her body. He felt privileged to be the first to introduce Erin to her fist taste of bondage and sadism, even now as they sat here in the splendour of his home, perpetration were now been made in his secret chamber. He felt himself tighten and bulge at the thoughts running through his mind, the thoughts of paddles, whips and crosses. He glanced down the long table to his own wife, it was a pity she no longer indulged herself so often in the lifestyle.
Lord Robert watched his young wife captivate his old friend the King, he pride was tinged with jealousy as he watch her blossoming. He had also noticed sever men leering quite openly at her and no age range particularly immune to her sweet charms. Robert place his hand under the Queens dress and up to the place he knew he could play, just like the King was doing to his own wife, he slowly rotated his fingers stroking her clitoris massaging it knowing she could show no emotion during his assault.
Erin's pussy clenched and unclenched as the King stroked her thigh. Her heart pounding with a mixture of fear and lust, her pussy dampened even more sending out more of its juices. 'Oh lord' she thought 'what is happening to me?' her eyes look around at all the notables that she had only ever read about, surely they would guess, laugh at her even jeer.
Soon the meal was over and Erin felt that she had not let herself or her husband down. The signal was given and Erin with trepidation in her heart got up and followed the Queen and other lady guest out, leaving the men to their port and cigars, the Queen took Erin to her side. "Tell me a little of your self Erin?"
Erin blushed her heart stopped, her voice sounding alien even to herself said "I am but a simple girl marm and not very interesting" the Queen smiled this girl had brains and knew how to used them Lord Robert was indeed a lucky man. The Queen smiled "I understand, my dear that you haven't been married for very long, is that correct?"
"Yes marm that is correct, on the 29th of last month marm". The Queen nodded her gentle questioning had given her some clue that this marriage was a forced marriage and knowing Robert as she did, it had not surprised her in the least. She took the girls hand and addressed the other ladies "My dears, shall we take part in a small libation?" the servants despatched the required drinks and talk resumed.
The Queen took Erin around introducing her once again to her dear friends and finally leaving her with a group of much trusted friends. The groups included Erin in conversations about politics, the latest news and so forth each protecting her in her own way. Erin relaxed in the company of these ladies until a lady of some advanced years penetrated the group. The Queen looked on worriedly for she had, dealing with the Marchioness of Abbercrombey before and not very pleasant ones at that. The Marchioness spoke in her sharp tones directly to Erin "Tell me Lady Crompton, where do you herald from?" Erin shrank back fear pounding her heart right out of her ribs, her mouth went dry. The Queen caught the eye of her dearest friend and nodded to her. "Tell me Marchioness how was your Grand Tour?" said a kindly voice from behind her.
"Beastly absolutely beastly my poor Archie was ill the entire time" looking back at Erin "Well my dear?"
"I am from simple stock my lady"
"SIMPLE, you mean common don't you, how dare you invade our presents" the Queen dashed to Erin's side and in her crispest tone of voice snapped out "Oh do be quiet Dorathea, Erin answered your question, and it's not for you or I to judge, is that understood?"
Soon after the doors were closed after the ladies the King collard Lord Robert
"I say Robert, a fine piece you have there where did you find her from?"
"She was on my father's estates your Majesty"
"Ahh farming Girl?"
"No far from it, her family had fallen on hard times and my father employed her father and mother to look after him"
"Ahh you know if it gets out what the spiteful tabbies will do?"
"Yes your highness, I believe I do" Robert, thought about his dear wife, his prediction had come true men would adore her and certain women hate her. The crowd of men closed in around him all wanting to know where he had found his oh so beautiful wife and where their others like her at home? Robert thought of the evening to come, his anticipation growing with each passing moment, he'd played with the Queen under the table as he had done many times before with his friend permission of course, bringing her to orgasm, and revelling in the fact that no emotion could be shown on her face and he push and twiddle her clitoris and then as he had her on the brink pushing his fingers deep inside her pussy.
Soon the doors open emitting the ladies back in, Robert watched as his wife lead by the Queen re-entered. His penis felt tight in his britches as he watch. He felt the King his friend shift; glancing Robert smiled noting that his friend watched his wife also.