***This story involves people over the age of 18, domination, reluctance, deflowering a virgin, and 2 males on one female. It's just a little fantasy I thought I'd share on a whim.
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The worn leather boot sank a good few inches into the ice cold mud. As the hem line of her dress absorbed the icy water and brown silt, she gasped realizing this was her only dress and now she would have to find work wearing wet muddy clothing.
The carriage drove off and the girl squinted and turned her head in the direction of the carriage. She thought she heard laughing, but it could have been coughing instead. The shop keeper's wife had a nagging cough and her laugh sounded much like her cough.
The girl pulled her little satchel closer to her body to ward off the cold and began trudging her way up the hill.
'Up this hill, down to the river and head west until I see a wooden bridge. I take the bridge across and follow the road to the manor house of Lord Jeffery Stahlings,' she remembered.
Of what he was lord, she didn't know, nor did she spend precious energy wondering.
Lord Jeffery Stahlings was said to have a large manor house and employ many people; she hoped to soon be one of them. Her mother now gone, she had no way to support herself, nor any funds to travel to her brother's home in hopes he could take her in. It had been three years since she'd heard from him and a full ten since she'd last seen him. Alone and penniless until she could ascertain his whereabouts, she had no choice but to find work.
The shop keeper's wife assured her that this Lord Jeffery would take her in and give her work; even pay her more than the shop keeper paid. This was wonderful news since she didn't like the way the shop keeper looked at her.
Frozen to the bone she knocked on the door of the servant's entrance. An older woman with a pinched face answered the door. She looked at the girl with undisguised surprise and asked what her business was.
"I'm sorry to arrive unannounced Ma'am..." she gave a slight curtsy; "but the shop keeper's wife said you're always looking for serving girls and I need a serving job. I can work real hard Ma'am and I'm not afraid of..."
"Are you insane girl? Go on now git. This aint no place for a young girl to work. Go now fast." With that the woman shut the door in her face.
The girl stared at the door for some time before she was able to shake off her fear and knock again.
"Please Ma'am, I've got nowhere else to go."
"Lord have mercy on the young and dumb!" The older woman looked heavenward. "Then I guess you best come in. Keep real quiet girl. Not a sound." They walked silently through the kitchen and down a narrow hall, then down a flight of stone steps. At the bottom of the steps there was another hallway and several doors. They entered the first door they came to.
In a whisper the old woman said; "Don't want no one else knowing you're here until I explain the way things work round here." The woman shut the door and motioned the girl toward the little coal heater in the corner.
"What exactly did the shopkeeper's wife tell you about working here girl?" The old woman took a blanket off the bed and wrapped it around the girl.
"That Lord Jeffery Stahlings was a fine Lord and had a large manor house where he employed many people. He would employ me and pay me more than her husband could pay me. She even brought me half way out here and told me how to find my way through the short cut by the river."
The old woman's eyes bugged out for a moment just before they, once again, went heavenward.
"Making sure you arrived wet, shivering and unable to leave anytime soon..." the woman muttered almost to herself and she peeked out her door; than quietly shut it again.
"Ma'am, if you please, is there something amiss? This is Lord Stahlings manor home and he does need serving girls, am I right?" The girl's agitation caused her voice to rise slightly.
The old woman's attempts to quiet her went unheeded, she sighed in resignation.
"Now you've done it girl." With that, the woman moved to the door and appeared to be listening. Then she threw open the door at the same time she turned back to the girl and spoke rather loudly; "and you'd be right of course. Just thought you should clean up before I bring in Mr. Jamison. He'll be doing the decision making as is his role and right." The woman turned around and feigned surprise at coming face to face with a rather stern looking bald man who was frightfully tall and solid looking.
Mr. Jamison raised a single eyebrow as he glared at the old woman. Then his gaze traveled toward the girl who stood with her hands to the coal burner. She was wrapped in a blanket so his perusal of her figure revealed very little. But her face was pleasant to look at. She had clear unblemished skin and full sultry lips. Her dark hair was pulled into a knot which was covered by a cotton bonnet that had clearly seen better days. He could see the little wisps of tantalizing curls peeking out on all sides. She looked thoroughly windblown and chilled raw. He smirked knowing in very short time she'd find herself pleasantly warm.
"Mr. Jamison sir, I was just coming to alert you to a prospect that just arrived." The old woman wrung her hands and tried to look honest.
"I see. Thank you Nellie. See her to my office directly." With that said, he spared no second glance toward the girl, but turned and walked away.
Nellie closed the door and wrung her hands again, then walked over to the girl. "Tell me your name child?"
"It's Susannah Miller, Ma'am."
"Well, Miss Susannah Miller, tell me what you know about the ways of men and women and bed sport?"
Susannah clutched at her blanket drawn together at her bosom and blinked several times. "I... bed sport, Ma'am? Is that something to do with gathering the chicken feathers for stuffing? Cause I remember I was real good at that growing up and could gather more'n my brother even on a windy day." Susanna stood proud knowing she would be very good at this bed sport.
"Oh saints have mercy on the ignorant!" The woman took a deep breath and opened the door. "Susanna, just know that after all's said and done, staying here won't be as bad as the alternative. And also remember, I'm very good tending small wounds and simple ailments."
Nellie walked Susanna back up the stone steps and into a small room just on the other side of the kitchen. The room was modestly furnished with a tall backed wing chair, a leather covered padded ottoman, and a writing desk behind which sat Mr. Jamison; hands folded, resting on the desk, sitting straight and obviously annoyed at having been kept waiting.
"Sir, this here is Susannah Miller come to see about serving the master. She was fearful cold when she arrived and it's only to see her teeth stop chattering that I brung her to my room and not directly to you."
"BROUGHT, Nellie, brought her to my room, not brung." Mr. Jamison waved his hand and Nellie was dismissed. She shut the door behind her as she left.
"Remove that blanket girl, just lay it over the ottoman." He silently watched her obey. "Now stand straight and let me see your posture." He got up and walked around her. He made no effort to hide the part of her body he was most closely studying. He stood right in front of her, his eyes directly on her large breasts. He stared and studied as if he was trying to determine their secrets.
"No girl, stand straight, here like this." He cupped each of her shoulders in hands as large as her whole face and pushed down and back, forcing her to nearly bend backwards. "There, that's how you are to stand when being addressed by me or your master. Can you remember that? Master doesn't tolerate slouches in his employ."
"Yes, sir, yes I can." Susannah was scarlet faced knowing her breasts were pushing the fabric of her bodice obscenely. She hoped the stitching would hold.
Jamison had seated himself in the wing chair and continued to study her. "Fold that blanket to the size of this square pillow then stand at attention again."
As Susannah rushed to comply she paid no heed to what Mr. Jamison was doing. Her only concern was to fold precisely and quickly. Bending over to get it just right her dress gaped and sagged thus showing much more of her breasts than she was aware. She completed her task and stood at attention again.
Jamison immediately tisked and walked toward her. "Just as I thought, you cannot remember not to slouch. Here is how we fix that problem in the master's manor house." He grabbed the fabric around her shoulders and ripped. Susannah gasped and made to keep the fabric in place but Jamison batted her hands away like he'd bat an annoying insect. When her chest was completely devoid of covering, he grabbed her hands and held them down. "Uncomfortable to be baring your breasts isn't it? Do you think you can remember how to stand properly now?" He backed up a step.
Susannah again brought her hands up to cover her breasts and Jamison barked at her. "Get your shoulders back. Tuck your elbows in. Right now girl!" In a state of mortification, Susannah complied with the strict posture and pushed her shoulders back, making sure her elbows were tucked in close to her waist.
"Excellent! Now you've got it. With women, this is the very best way to teach proper posture." He gave a slight smile and sat back down again. He sipped from a glass and studied her breasts again. "You have very large breasts my dear, tell me are they terribly sensitive?"
"I... I don't know sir. How would I tell?"
"We'll get to that soon. Do you know much about bed sport?"
