It was "dinner" time again at the large, drafty mansion. The two eighteenth century chums were dressed in fine clothing and were prepared to be served a fine meal.
Antonio was the owner of the home. He was white, but not nearly as pale as William. Antonio was a very wealthy man with a short temper. He had black hair and deep brown eyes. He was 6' and had a solid, manly frame.
William was a vision. He was 6'4, and had eyes that captured the clear beauty of a waterfall and the deep wisdom of an emerald. His golden hair was fairly long, which was a style of the time.
These two were not particularly close friends. They were simply two "young" men who happened to have something in common- they were both creatures of the night.
Antonio rang his calling bell and a young girl dashed in. She was a beautiful thing, with long, light brown hair and a tight corsetted, long gown. The sleeves puffed out at the end and it made the girl looked so delicate. Her pink skin glowed with health and youth.
"My guest and I would like to be served," said the dark man in a condescending tone.
She looked startled, "Master, I'm so sorry, I had no idea you would be eating. You've never eaten at home before. I've never cooked. I didn't make anything."
Antonio held back his laughter and William gave him an approving glance. Then the dark man said, "Well then, my love, you will have to repay us in some way. How do you suppose you can do that?"
The servant girl looked at her master with pleading eyes, "I have nothing to give you."
Antonio stood up and approached her, "It is not right to embarrass a man in front of his guest. Tell Master your age."
"Eighteen."
"And tell me, has a man ever touched you?"
"No, sir." She tried not to look at him as he stroked her hair. Her breathing became harder and her small round breasts heaved in her tightly laced corset.
"Oh, my child, you're trembling!"
William stood also and they each lifted one of the servant girl's hands. They kissed them and massaged them. The girl cringed but moaned as they dominated her. Her blue eyes sparkled with her tears.
Then the blonde man pulled the string of the neat little bow that was placed in the front of her gown. He kissed her neck and she couldn't help but lean her head back.
In one swift movement, Antonio stripped the tablecloth and the silverware7 off of the large table. They laid the helpless slave onto it.
They joined her on the large sturdy table and commanded her to keep her silence. The blonde man gently slid his hand up her leg, caressing it. She involuntarily opened her legs.
Antonio sat behind her, kissing her neck and holding her in place.
The servant girl was in a trance. She didn't know how the men had developed such a power over her, but they had and she could do nothing but accept it.
Then William put his hand on her untouched pussy and rubbed her with a passion. She became as sensitive as a butterfly and sighed as her knees strained and relaxed.
Antonio was fighting the urge to take her there at that moment. He knew she would meet her end that evening, and he realized she deserved to go out in passion.
The men could sense her arousal. Antonio took her arm and slid his hand down until it was around her limp wrist. He put pressure on it with his full, hungry lips. Then he opened his mouth to allow his tongue to dance on her flawless skin. He then established a firm grip with his mouth and bit down lightly onto her strong yet soft wrist. He only permitted his razor sharp cuspids to break her skin, and the stopped to sample the red sweetness her young heart had produced. When she felt this she didn't try to move her wrist away, for she knew it was her fate, and knew she was helpless.
Her mouth became ajar and her voice cracked when William's chilled mouth met her moist, warm womanhood. He took in the scent of the virgin flower and consumed the love juice she fed him. She lay limp as Antonio gave her other wrist the same treatment.
