All characters written of, or expressed, within this story are 18 years of age or older.
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-19th century England-
Good evening. My name is Lord Darien Harrington, sixth Earl of Chestwood. I can hardly imagine myself to be a man of any abnormal designs sexually, but as a lord of the realm, I find myself lacking for true entertainment and have recently been creating ways in which to attain my pleasures and amusements.
At thirty-six years of age, I am well aware of all the subterfuge of nobility. The women who dance from one bed to the other, who search for the lovers with the biggest cock and extensive knowledge on how to make her orgasm, and the men who blatantly flaunt their less than pristine mistresses. They all have become so base, so used and so common, that it makes me sigh with boredom. It is because of this that my story began with the auction at the bordello house named Desire.
It was late into the evening. I had been in the gambling hells for most of the night. By this time, I was all the more richer and all the more drunk from my friends good naturedly badgering me to consume more so I might lose more. Unfortunately, their tactics had failed miserably for Lady Luck had been standing by my side and had aided me all through the brandy and wine that had passed through my lips. Stepping into the gaudy foyer of the bordello, my two companions and I gazed about smoke hazed halls, looking into the low-lit chambers of men and women gambling, drinking, and all about enjoying their night. The raise of voices in the far left sitting room caught my attention and, abandoning my friends, I went to investigate.
"Who will give me five hundred pounds for this lovely innocent?!" Was the line that greeted me as I stepped into the room. Immediately, my gaze lifted to the tiny blonde child-woman that was standing on a center table, devoid of all clothing except for a tiny wisp of clothing which the girls here enjoyed calling a shift. Made of translucent cotton from being washed so many times, it made the fair, slender body of the girl all the more enticing. Already I could image feeling her fragile body beneath me, writhing, with her legs grasping eagerly at my waist, her tiny butt clenched in my hands to meet each of my thrusts while my lips sucking eagerly upon the large nipples I could see poking at the fabric of the shift, capping the small mounds of her breasts.
While I daydreamed, I heard the call go up for five hundred, the auctioneer now asking for seven hundred. I could see the little darling shivering as her wide blue eyes took in the sea of male faces, all leering and appearing like a pack of wolves ready to pounce on a little lamb. Her hands were clutched at her sides and it appeared as if she was boldly trying to avoid tears. I doubt many in the room thought she was pure, for there were many girls within this very establishment that could feign innocence to perfection. I, however, had hopes and was quite willing to gamble away my earlier winnings on a chance that she might be quite truthful in her virgin shying.
Stranding forcefully into the crowd I lift my hand high into the air, letting my voice boom over the usual din of the crowd. "Seventeen hundred pounds!" The room grew silent for a brief moment, and all looked at me, but my gaze was fixed on the girl. Her china doll stature quivered beneath my stare as her gaze lifted towards mine. I could see the faint stain of color slowly rising to her cheeks and I had to check the desire to grin. If I had my way, that blush would be staining her cheeks for quite some time.
The auctioneer looked about the room and lifted the inquiring question I was dying to know. "I have seventeen hundred. Do I hear any more?"
Beyond the usual soft buzz of conversation, everyone was silent. My gaze finally left the girl and turned to the portly man who was handling the affairs taking place. He looked a little hopeful at further bids but with the price I was offering, he was well off. With a nod of his head, he called out. "Sold."
My heart leapt for joy and I watched my young beauty being removed from the table and slowly lead towards the back office. I saw a few hands reach out, pinching the soft flesh of her thighs and ass. I could only imagine the blush that came to her skin from such crass handling and had to calm myself before following, so excited I was afraid I might lose myself right there in my pants.
Once I was certain I could continue without embarrassing myself I followed the duo into the office where the auctioneer had taken my prize, awaiting payment. She stood near the corner of the desk, shivering, and looking down at her bare toes. Her feet were tiny, just like the rest of her, and I felt almost barbaric in my need to have her. The auctioneer was grinning as he stood behind his messy desk, obvious eager to do business with nobility, but I just tossed down the notes of money equaling her price, plus a good seven hundred more for a room and a few surprises I had in my mind.
As I was a usual, the man just accepted my silence, smirking as he could see the anticipation I had straining against the buttons of my pants. With a ring of a bell, a buxom girl dressed in a servants costume came in and giving me a knowing look, plus a wink, offered to lead the way. I paused, glancing at the auctioneer with a quirk of my eyebrow. Without a word, the man left, taking the servant with him. Grinning inwardly, I clasped my hands behind me and turned to the girl. I could see the look of trepidation that was there on her face. Her last hope of escaping and leaving her nightmare finally gone.
An urge to see her bow to me built up, wanting to see the young creature beg for mercy from all I was going to do and have done to her, to see her cling to me and wrap herself about me in supplicating need. First, though, I would have to make her understand her position in my life.
With idle ease, I reached out and caught her chin, turning her face towards me. The blonde curls fell loosely around her shoulders, giving her the look of an innocent Madonna. With a gentle smile, I stroked her cheek, ignoring the tremble of fear I felt.
