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The soldiers came to their little town on a Tuesday and took over the manor in no time. Their captain took rooms in the manor and most of the rest of the soldiers were sent to the barn. They were a noisy lot and when Jenny the maid went to serve them lunch it took them no time at all to grab her, ruck up her skirts, spread her legs and have their way with her.
Alba watched from a crack as they ate their food and took turns between her legs, grabbing and pinching her breasts. Jenny cried at first and then fell silent, getting passed from one burly man to the other, cum running down her legs. Soon they were finished with their food and were free to give all their attention to the maid and as one soldier made her ride his huge cock, another made his way to stand behind her and forced himself inside Jenny's ass. Jenny's screams did start anew then and she tried to struggle but the two soldiers held her between them, pounding her two holes in a haphazard rhythm. A third stood up and grabbed Jenny’s hair and forced his thick cock into her mouth, deep in her throat and started fucking her mouth.
Alba watched her get pumped with cum again and again and was unable to see the soldier that came out to grab her and dragged her inside.
Jenny was lying on top of a man on a bench, all holes filled, three more men waiting their turns, stroking their cocks. The soldier threw Alba on the floor of the barn.
“This one was watching from outside.”
Alba stood up shakily, and tried to run. One of the soldiers stopped her, his huge hand clamped down between her legs.
“We can use this one too,” he said hungrily. “Boys are tired of waiting.”
Soldiers laughed and jeered and Alba started to cry.
“No,” another soldier said. ”This one's not for us. She's the lord's daughter, aren't you?”
Alba nodded.
The soldiers did not remove his hand from between her legs. “No one will find out,” he leered.
“The captain won't like it if you spoil her.”
“Oh, fine, fine!” The soldier pushed her away. “We'll make do with the maid. Run, little girl, run to your daddy.”
Alba didn't need to be told twice and ran out the barn door and back to the manor.
She met the captain just inside the door. The captain seemed like a reasonable fellow. He was kind and attentive when Alba told him about what his man did.
“And he grabbed you?” he asked, solicitous.
Alba nodded.
“Where did he grab you?”
Alba was hesitant but he seemed seriously concerned so she pointed between her legs.
“Here?” his hand hovered over her crotch so close she could feel its warmth.
She nodded.
“Like this?”
His hand clamped down, grabbing her between her legs and her body went taut with shock. She couldn't reply.
“Well?” said the captain, giving her crotch a tug.
“Yes,” she managed to say.
“How rude of them,” the captain said. “I'll have a word with them, they're not supposed to spoil you.”
He still hadn't removed his hand when Lord Thornhill walked inside and went pale when he saw the two of them.
“Captain Shaw!” he spluttered.
“Ah, my lord,” the captain said, and pressed down a thumb at the apex of Alba's crotch, making her shudder. Then he thankfully let her go. “Your daughter was complaining about my men. No worries, I'll have a word with them. And what were you saying about the maid, dear?”
“They…they were…”
Alba couldn't bring herself to say it in front of her father.
“Yes?” prompted the captain.
“They were fucking her,” she finally said, eyes downcast.
“What?!” the lord exclaimed.
“Oh well,” said the captain nonchalantly. “What can you do? Boys will be boys, and they do need some entertainment.”
“But captain!” the lord said.
“Actually I'll look in the kitchens and send a couple more. They're too rambunctious for a single maid. You do maintain a good staff, my lord.”
Lord Thornhill was unable to reply as the captain made his way towards the kitchens.
“Alba,” he eventually said to his daughter. “Go to your room and stay there. Do not come out for anything! You understand?”
“Yes, daddy.”
Later, from her window Alba saw two soldiers dragging two more maids towards the barn.
…
She was obeying her father and staying in her room but then the butler came to summon her.
“They're calling you downstairs for dinner, Miss Alba.”
“But daddy said I was to be served dinner in my room.”
“It's the captain’s orders,” said the butler. “You'll have to come down.”
Alba was unsure what to do but the butler had seemed serious so she changed into a demure blouse and skirt and made her way downstairs to the dining room.
Her father saw her and grew pale. He sat at the far end of the table while the other end was occupied by the captain. Lady Thornhill sat on one side of the captain in a pale pink blouse and her brother Eddie sat by their mother, both looking afraid and fidgety. There were no less than five soldiers standing beside the doors, guns at the ready. The butler stood behind Lord Thornhill and the new boy Sammy, who had just started at the manor last week and was barely eighteen, was carrying dishes to and from the kitchens.
“Ah, Alba dear,” the captain said in a cheerful voice. “Come take your place."
He pointed to a chair on the other side of him. Alba took in the serious and fearful faces of her family and sat down at the chair without another word.
“Well then. Soup!” The captain rubbed his hands together and Sammy started serving soup in porcelain bowls. For a while there was no noise except for the clink of soup spoons against the china and Alba thought maybe it wasn't going to be so bad, dinner with the captain.
“This is good soup, my lady,” said the captain.
“Thank you, it's my mother's recipe,” Lady Thornhill replied.
The captain asked a few more questions but it was clear that Lady Thornhill didn't want to talk because she gave minimal replies.
“Goddamn, what a sad bunch you are!,” the captain groaned, wiped his mouth on the napkin and threw it on the table, startling Lady Thornhill. “I'm getting bored to death, clearly I need to provide my own entertainment.”
Lord Thornhill grew paler if that was possible.
“Captain Shaw, sir,” he began but the captain shushed him with a rise of his hand.
Alba saw her father's hands tremble.
“Boyd, Gareth, I'm awfully bored, get rid of these blouses,” the captain said, and two burly men moved forward just as Lord Thornhill stood up.
“Captain, please,” he pleaded.
“Rogen,” the captain said to a third soldier, “please sit the good lord down and make sure he doesn't get up again.”
Rogen forced the lord into his seat and stood beside him with his gun pointed at his face.
Alba was trying to make sense of this whole scene when two huge hands grabbed her blouse and tore it away before she could even scream. Her mother, though, did scream and try to resist but the soldier was too big to put up a struggle against and soon they were both sitting there in their bras.
“Why, you!” Lady Thornhill started to get up angrily but at the flick of the captain's finger the soldier grabbed her shoulders and forced her back into the chair with one hand. With the other he pushed down Eddie who had also stood up, shaking with indignation.
“My lady, I'm a fan of a good bit of resistance but if you put up too much of a fuss, I will kill your son first, and then your lord husband,” the captain said matter of factly. “Look at my face and tell me if you think I'm lying.”
Lady Thornhill forced herself to sit back down, trembling with suppressed rage.
“There you go. Boyd, Gareth, remove these pesky bras.”
Alba was too scared to struggle when the huge hands ripped off her bra, exposing her small breasts. Her mother sat rigidly as her bra was torn away, her pink tipped breasts spilling out.
“Well there you go,” the captain said cheerfully, “what a beautiful sight, isn't it, Eddie, my boy?”
Eddie ground his teeth and looked down, refusing to look up. Lord Thornhill looked like he had tears in his eyes.
“Next course, please,” the captain said.
The butler, eyes downcast, removed the soup bowls and Sammy entered with the next course, and almost tripped over his feet when he saw the scene inside. He served them quietly but he couldn't help sneaking glances at Alba and Lady Thornhill. He was about to leave when the captain called.
“Boy, come here.”
“Y-yes sir.”
“You keep looking, have you never seen a lady's breasts before?”
“I-I…”
“Don't be afraid, tell me.”
“N-no sir, I haven't sir.”
“Well then, this is a momentous occasion, boy - what's your name?”
“S-Sammy, sir.”
“Sammy. Put down that tray. Yes. Go on, touch them.”
“M-me? N-no sir. I couldn't!”
The captain casually removed his gun from his holster and put it on the table. Sammy went white as a sheet.
“I said touch the lady's breasts, Sammy,” the captain said placidly.
Sammy raised a trembling hand and lightly touched one of Lady Thornhill's breasts. She sat rigid, her hands fisted in her skirt.
“What's that, Sammy, the lady will feel insulted if you don't touch her titties properly. Use your hands - both of them - and grab her tits,” the captain said, one hand on the gun.
Sammy swallowed a lump in his throat and then, using both hands, grabbed Lady Thornhill’s breasts. Lady Thornhill closed her eyes, her lips pinched.
“Well, work them, boy,” the captain told him. “Make it good.”
Sammy groped his lady's breasts with both hands, ran his hands up and down, pinched and rolled her nipples. A tremor ran through Lady Thornhill's body and her nipples pebbled. The captain was amused.
“Use your mouth,” he ordered, and Sammy was shocked.
“Sir?”
“Your mouth, boy, don't make me repeat things.”
“That's enough!” Eddie said angrily from beside his mother.
“Be quiet, Eddie,” Lady Thornhill told him.
“Mama…” he began but she shushed him again.
“I'm glad we have an understanding, my lady,” the captain told her. “Now, where were we. Yes, use your mouth, boy.”
“I-I…” he stuttered.
The captain put his hand back on his gun.
“Suck her tits, boy. Make it good.”
Sammy glanced at the gun fearfully, and then bent down and took one nipple in his mouth. Lady Thornhill gasped lightly and the captain laughed.
“Sensitive, are we, my lady? Go on, boy.”
Sammy started slowly, sucking and licking but then he really got into it, sucking and biting and rolling the nipples with his tongue and between his teeth. Soon Lady Thornhill was squirming in her seat, letting out little gasps and suppressing her moans, her breasts glistening with Sammy's saliva. Eddie sat angry and rigid in his chair, listening to the popping and sucking noises, and the tiny sounds his mother was making. Lord Thornhill's head was bowed, staring down into his plate. Lady Thornhill shuddered and the captain patted Sammy's shoulder.
“Good job, boy, you can go back to the kitchen now.”
Sammy gave one last lick, stood up, grabbed his tray and hurried back to the kitchen.
Lady Thornhill was breathing fast, her breasts rising and falling, her hands trembling in her lap. The captain touched the cold tip of his gun to a wet, taut nipple and she shuddered.
“Oh, my lady, we're going to have so much fun.”
…
After dinner they retired to the library for coffee and drinks. Lord Thornhill tried to send Alba and Eddie to their rooms but the captain intervened.
“Don't be such a spoilsport, my lord. Let the children come with us.”
He grabbed Alba’s hand and dragged her with him towards the library. She had no choice but to follow and the rest of the family and the soldiers followed behind them. The captain made himself comfortable on a sofa and patted his lap.
“Come sit, Alba, dear.”
Alba shook her head but he pulled her forward until they were nose to nose.
“I'm offering you a seat, little girl.”
“Captain, please,” the lord begged. “She's only sixteen.”
The captain made a dismissing gesture.
“Sit yourselves down, my lord, I'm only being a gentleman and offering her a seat.”
When Alba made no move to sit he grabbed her waist and turned her around to face the rest of them. Rucking up her skirt, he exposed her rounded ass, covered in plain cotton underwear, and pulled her towards him, making her sit down in his lap. He let his hands roam around a little, settling finally at the top of her silky thighs.
Lord Thornhill started forward but then stopped when Rogen pushed the barrel of his gun against his back.
“Sit down, sit down,” the captain said cheerfully.
They hesitated but faced with the guns, they eventually sat down.
The captain rucked up Alba's skirt so that it pooled around her waist, exposing her shapely legs. He pulled her closer into him and his hands began to roam over her waist, gliding over her ribs and cupping her small, exposed breasts. Alba squirmed, resisting and trying to push his hands away but he was much stronger than her and she was unsuccessful. He cupped and groped her breasts and played with her dusky pink nipples, rolling them between his thumbs and fingers, and they hardened under his touch, pebbling prettily, his hands huge on her small breasts.
Keeping one hand fisted around a breast, he used the other to pry open her legs with the help of his knees and spread her open in front of everyone. A sizable bulge was visible in his pants and he rocked her crotch against it, making her gasp.
Despite her protests, his hand made its way past the rucked hem of her skirt and into her underwear, over her sparsely haired mound, and then he rubbed two fingers against her clit.
The effect was instantaneous and Alba's body arched in deep shock at the sensations it produced. The captain laughed and dipped a thick middle finger into her hot, moist passage and Alba gasped, body arching again.
“Please,” she said. “Please let me go, sir.”
“Captain, I beg you, please, she's just a child!”
Lord Thornhill pleaded again. He was on his knees despite the gun pointed at him.
The captain looked at his distraught face and moved his finger deeper into Alba’s tight virginal wetness. Alba gasped and cried out. He pulled his finger out and removed his hand from Alba’s panties, and popped the finger glistening with her juices into his mouth.
“So sweet,” he said, then brought his hand down and began to circle a nipple with the wet finger. “What do you propose, my lord?”
“Please, let her go, she's just a child,” Lord Thornhill repeated plaintively.
“Well, what do you propose?” The captain also repeated his query.
“I-I… I have money, jewels…”
The captain made a dismissing gesture.
“I don't need all that.”
“I have maids…”
“I don't want maids.”
“You can have me,” said Lady Thornhill.
“Sybil!” said Lord Thornhill, horrified. “No!”
But Lady Thornhill shook her head at him and turned to face the captain.
“You let her go, and you can use me.”
The captain seemed interested.
“Use you? However I like?” he asked.
Lady Thornhill trembled but nodded.
“Yes.”
“And you'll come willingly?”
“Yes.”
“So, I let her go, and I can do whatever I like with you? Wherever and whenever I want?”
Lady Thornhill hesitated but then steeled herself.
“Yes.”
The captain's face broke into a wide smile.
“All right then, little Alba!” He kissed and then bit her earlobe, making her shudder. “Go, sit with your daddy.”
Alba hurriedly got off his lap, her legs shaky, and made her way to her father, helping him get up off the floor and they both sat down on the sofa. Lord Thornhill tried to take off his waistcoat to give it to Alba but Rogen stopped him with a push of his gun.
“Perhaps I can send the children upstairs to their rooms?” Lord Thornhill asked again.
“No, I prefer they stay here and watch, good for their education,” said the captain. “Come on, then, my lady,” he crooked a finger at her and a soldier pushed her with his gun to make her get up and come stand in front of the captain.
“On your knees, come closer.”
He made her kneel, and then asked her to open his belt buckle, which she did with shaking hands, and unzip his pants. She faltered at the sight of his thick, veiny cock, and he prompted her.
“Go on, take it out.”
She swallowed and pulled out his semi erect cock. It was huge and thick and seemed to pulsate in her hands.
“My lady,” the captain put a hand on top of her head. “Put that pretty mouth of yours to use,” he said, grabbed her hair and pushed her face down.
She cried out in pain as her hair was pulled but steeled herself and bent down, mouth open. Drops of precum glistened at the thick knob of the head. She began slowly by licking at the head, taking the tip into her mouth, but the captain was impatient and pushed her head down as soon as the tip was past her lips, shoving himself inside her mouth until she gagged but he didn't let go and kept her there, cheeks bulging, until the reflex passed.
Then he pulled out and shoved himself in again and began to fuck her mouth, pushing his cock deep into her throat, feeling the pulsating muscles of her throat against it. As he grew even harder, his length increased inside her mouth. He was making Lady Thornhill’s head bob up and down on his cock like a toy doll, her breasts jiggling with each deep push.
The captain pinched one freely jiggling nipple and twisted it as he pushed himself deeper in Lady Thornhill's throat. Wet sucking noises filled the silence of the room. Nobody said anything. The lord sat with his head bowed and eyes teary, Alba was still trembling after her ordeal while Eddie was shaking with rage.
The captain took his time, mouth fucking Lady Thornhill in earnest. It looked obscene, her cheeks bulging with his thickness, tears running down her face, saliva and precum glistening at her chin, her breasts bouncing up and down, as he repeatedly forced himself into her mouth. Finally, with one big push, his cock buried to the hilt in her throat, he came inside her mouth holding her head in place with one hand as he let out spurt after spurt, forcing her to swallow the salty, bitter jizz.
Eventually he pulled out his softening cock from her mouth, strings of sticky cum dangling from it and from Lady Thornhill's lips.
“Not half bad, eh, my lady.”
She wiped her mouth with one shaking hand.
“Are we done?”
“We're only getting started, my lady.”
…
“Now,” the captain pointed at her skirt. “Why don't you get the show started by taking off your skirt?”
Lady Thornhill looked around her at her family, embarrassed.
“Maybe we can go to another room, Captain?”
“But we’re having so much fun here, why would we do that?”
“Captain…”
“Are you going to take it off yourself or should I ask Boyd to help you?” The captain arched an eyebrow questioningly.
Boyd started to move closer but Lady Thornhill raised her hands in acquiescence.
“I'll do it, okay.”
Slowly, her hands shaking slightly, she unbuttoned her skirt and let it slide down her smooth, shapely legs. She stepped out of it, standing there clad only in her simple cotton panties. The captain nodded towards her panties, gesturing for her to take it off.
Lady Thornhill took them off, exposing her neatly shaven pussy and well rounded ass, standing stark naked.
“Lovely!” The captain exclaimed. “Now get up on that table, my lady,” he pointed to a table in the middle of the library, in full view of everyone. “And spread those legs wide so that we can have a look at that lovely cunt of yours.”
Her cheeks burned with humiliation but she climbed the table. The captain walked to her and forcefully spread her legs wide open putting her cunt on display to the entire room. Lord Thornhill looked away in shame and Eddie's hands were tight fists in his lap, his mouth pinched.
The captain pulled back her folds and rubbed his thumbs along her inner labia.
“Marvellous but a bit dry! We sure need to fix that. Let's get you all nice and wet.”
He unholstered his gun and started rubbing its tip along her folds teasingly.
Lady Thornhill's eyes widened in fear and Eddie got up angrily, shouting at him to stop.
The captain quietly cocked the gun even as Lady Thornhill begged him to stop, and shot at the nearest bookcase, splintering it down the middle.
“William!” She turned to her husband. “William, please make him sit down!”
Lord Thornhill was already on his feet, dragging Eddie down, making him sit, telling him to be quiet.
“Very well, where were we? Ah yes.”
The captain uncocked his gun and teased her clit and her entrance until she was wet and squirming, and then he rammed the barrel into her opening, making her gasp as the cold metal gun penetrated her, pushing it in as much as it would go, and then he started fucking her with his gun while his other hand teased and thumbed at her clit, rubbing circles on and around it. She was pale and scared, with tears in her eyes but she couldn't help the way her body betrayed her at all the stimulation and soon she was moaning and raising her hips unconsciously, hating the cold metal yet wanting more. It didn't take long before she came, shuddering and moaning, with the gun buried in her cunt.
The captain grabbed her chin with one hand as the tremors of her climax subsided. With the other he pulled the gun out of her cunt, her juices dripping, and shoved the cold metallic barrel inside her mouth.
“Use your whore mouth to clean my gun, my lady.”
He made her suck it clean thoroughly before wiping it on her chest and putting it back in its holster.
Then he pushed Lady Thornhill down on the table so that he could raise her ass. He traced the puckered rim of her asshole with his thumb, making her eyes go wide in shock.
“I have a gift for you,” he said. “Boyd, if you please.”
Boyd handed him something bright silvery and oval, an inch and a half long and almost an inch wide. One end of it was encrusted with a bright pink jewel. He took a small tube from Boyd and poured a clear jelly on top of the rounded edge.
“What are you…”
The captain shushed her and lined the rounded edge at her anal entrance. “Just a small reminder,” he said and slowly pushed it in all the way until only the bright pink jewel remained nestled between her butt cheeks. She gasped and cried out at the sudden pain of her stretching asshole, scrabbling with her hands to try to remove it but the captain grabbed her hands and pushed them away.
“This is going to stay in until I remove it or tell you to remove it, you better not take it out. Understand?”
Lady Thornhill nodded tearfully.
“You’re such a slut, you'll come to love it, you'll see.” He grabbed her chin again. “Aren't you?”
“I…”
He gave her head a little shake.
“Tell me what you are.”
“I'm a …slut.”
“Do you want me to make you come on my big cock? Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to make…make me come on your…b-big cock, sir.”
“So polite.”
He let go of her chin, her head banging back on the table. He was already rock hard again, precum leaking out of the head of his huge, stiff cock. He started to smear it on and around her entrance, slapping the head on her clit and rubbing it against her slit, coating it with her juices. Her body jerked every time he slapped or touched her oversensitive clit.
He lined the head up at her entrance and sank into her, his big, thick cock stretching her out until he was fully sheathed inside her, his balls hitting her ass. She gasped as he filled her, crying out at the burn of the stretch. He stayed like that, filling her, bottomed out inside her, and leisurely thumbed her clit, rubbing her juices on and around it, making her moan and arch her back. She thrashed around as his thumb stroked her clit, impaled on his cock.
Eventually he pulled out a little and began to fuck her with short, shallow strokes, his hand never ceasing on her clit. Her cries got louder, her thrashing wilder as she got closer and closer to a climax. He stopped just short of her orgasm and laughed as she arched her back, hips thrusting wildly, trying to get traction. Then he hooked his arms around her knees to raise her ass, clamping his hands on the table for support, and started slamming into her with his full force, ramming his cock into her cunt, balls slapping her ass.
She cried out in pain at this onslaught, but soon she was jerking and shuddering in a massive orgasm, her eyes rolling back into her head, toes curling. Her screams and moans echoed in the library. The table was drenched with her juices. Her husband and children watched her getting pounded and climaxing. She had never had such orgasms with her husband.
The captain picked her up like a life sized doll, cock still inside her, and he moved her up and down, bouncing her on it. He made his way to an ottoman, pulled out with a loud squelch and bent her over, laying her on her stomach on the ottoman. He raised her ass and grabbed her waist. “Ahhh,” she moaned as he sank inside her once more and resumed his pounding, her breasts hanging and bouncing with each forceful thrust. He didn't even have to work her clit before she was shaking in another orgasm.
Finally he must have grown tired of standing because he pulled out again and half pulled half dragged her nearly limp body towards a sofa. He sat down but turned her around, making her face her family, and then he pulled her back onto his lap, spread her legs wide so that they would have an unimpeded view of his huge, thick rod as it disappeared inside her cunt again and again. One hand held her upright, groping her breasts while the other worked her clit mercilessly, rubbing, flicking, pinching, her body trembling and shuddering in a giant orgasmic wave, the muscles in her vagina spasming around his cock, until finally, with one last thrust he came inside her, filling her with his hot, thick jizz. She went completely limp in his arms, twitching with aftershocks of her multiple orgasms, and he kept her there, plugged up, until he was completely spent, and then his softening cock slipped out of her with a soft plop, cum dripping down in a thick gush. She fell as he let her off his lap, unable to walk, her legs shaking like jelly. Lord Thornhill rushed to pick her up, helping her stand, rivulets of cum running down her legs and pooling around her feet. The captain tucked his cock back in, sated.
“The room would need a good cleaning. I hope you'll take care of it, my lady. I'll see you all tomorrow. No need to wear those pesky blouses or bras at the dinner. And remember: keep the butt plug.”
He exited the library whistling jauntily, followed by his soldiers.
…
The next day at dinner Boyd and Gareth made sure Lady Thornhill and Alba were naked from the waist up. They took their places at the dinner table. The captain was late but arrived soon and smiled genially when he saw them.
“How lovely.”
He stood behind Lady Thornhill and palmed her breasts, gently kneading and massaging them, squeezing them together with both hands and rolling her nipples between his thumb and forefinger until they were hard as pebbles, while looking out at the table.
“How are we feeling today?” he bent down to whisper in her ear and then ran the tip of his tongue at the edge of her earlobe making her shiver.
Eddie was seething beside her with impotent rage.
Finally the captain let her breasts go and sat down at the head of the table beside her.
“So how's everybody? Fine? Lord Thornhill?”
Lord Thornhill looked up.
“Did you fuck your lady wife last night? I prepped her so good for you.”
Lord Thornhill's lips thinned into a flat line.
“No, I didn't, Captain,” he finally managed to say.
“What a waste. She looked so good with my cum dripping from that lovely cunt and running down her legs. Soup, please.”
The butler started serving dinner and Sammy brought soup from the kitchens. They ate silently.
It was after the first course was being cleared that the captain stopped Sammy from leaving.
“The butler will handle the serving, boy, you come here. I have some work for you.”
“Yes, sir.” Sammy stopped in his tracks.
The captain smiled broadly.
“Get under the table.’
“Sir?” Sammy was perplexed.
“Get under the table, and get between your lady's legs, and help take off whatever she's wearing.”
Sammy went slightly white.
“I-I…” Sammy looked from the captain to his lady who had suddenly gone rigidly pale.
“You know I don't like repeating things, boy. Get under the table.”
“Y-yes sir.”
Sammy dropped to all fours and crawled under the table and got between Lady Thornhill's legs. With clumsy trembling hands he began to unhook her skirt to slip it off and throw it to a side.
When he hooked his fingers into the elastic band of her panties, Eddie, his face red with anger, was unable to stay quiet.
“Mama, you don't have to…”
“Eddie, be quiet,” said Lady Thornhill.
She adjusted her position and Sammy took off the panties exposing her neatly shaven mound. The captain was watching sprawled on the chair.
“Wonderful!” he said as lady Thornhill sat there completely naked, her hands fisted on the table. “Spread those legs, boy.”
Sammy pushed on Lady Thornhill's knees with both hands and her cunt lips opened like a pretty pink flower right in Sammy's face.
“Atta boy! Now here's another set of firsts for you. Have you ever seen a pussy before?”
“No, sir.”
“Well, let me give you a lesson.”
The captain drew his gun and pushed the cold tip of the barrel against Lady Thornhill's clit. A shudder ran through her body as he pressed it with his gun.
“See, this here is what you can call her love button, the secret to making a woman happy. The more attention you'll give it, the happier she'll be, got it?”
“Yes sir.”
“And that pretty pink hole you see below,” his gun tip circled the entrance to her vagina. “That's where you put your cock - or whatever else you want - in order to fuck her. You can use your fingers. Now, get to work with that mouth of yours, and you better make her damn happy or else I'm gonna rip that tongue out from your mouth, got it?”
“Yes, s-sir!” Sammy said at the same time Eddie stood up in protest.
“Stop it! He's just a goddamn servant boy! You cannot make him do this to mama!”
The captain sighed.
“Boyd, perhaps you would like to help Eddie sit down? This is my last warning. You won't like what happens after this.”
“Eddie, please,” Lady Thornhill pleaded with him. “I don't want him to hurt you.”
“But, mama!”
“Please!”
Eddie sat down, fists clenched.
The captain tapped Sammy's head with the tip of his gun.
“Get going, boy,” and Sammy began going down on Lady Thornhill's cunt.
He was inexperienced and clumsy but he'd learnt his lesson well and paid special attention to her clit, licking and sucking it, and worrying at it with his teeth. One hand kept her legs spread open with force while he pumped his fingers in and out of her sopping cunt with the other.
Soon Lady Thornhill was moaning and writhing. She tried very hard to not make much noise or movement but was unable to control her body or her voice as she neared orgasm. Her hands gripped the table as her body jerked and convulsed, her cries and screams echoing in the dining room.
The butler came in to clear the plates for the next course silently. Sammy's pumping fingers in her wet cunt were making loud squelching noises. She threw her head back and, “Ahhh! Ahhh!” she screamed as her orgasm hit her, her body shuddering, her hands gripping the tablecloth, her thighs trembling with effort.
Sammy stopped but the captain said, “I didn't tell you to stop, keep going.”
“Please, please, it's enough!” Lady Thornhill begged, breathing fast, chest heaving, body still shaking with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
By the time dessert arrived Lady Thornhill was on her third orgasm and could barely sit straight. Sweat dripped down her body, her prim and proper hair was disheveled.
Finally the captain stopped Sammy.
“Come out boy,” he said right as she was trembling on the verge of a fourth orgasm, and Sammy stopped and crawled out from under the table. He, too, was sweaty, and Lady Thornhill’s juices glistened on his lips and chin.
“You're a natural, Sammy! You deserve a prize!” The captain tapped the noticeable bulge in the boy's pants. “Take it out."
He stood up and grabbed Lady Thornhill's arms, making her stand up on shaking legs, she could barely stand straight.
“What are you…?” she's said breathlessly.
The captain bent her over and pushed her head down on the table.
“No!” she begged. “Stop! I can't…”
But the captain grabbed her hands and held them at the small of her back. He bent down and said in her ear, “Whenever, wherever, however, you agreed.”
Lady Thornhill started to cry softly as he spread her legs and smacked her ass, leaving a red hand print.
“Come, Sammy, get your cock out, boy.”
“Sir, I don't think…”
“I'm not asking you to think. Get your cock out and start fucking her or I'm gonna shoot that thing from between your legs.”
Hands trembling a little, Sammy unbuttoned his pants and let them drop, his erection rock hard and jutting out from between his legs. He grabbed Lady Thornhill's hands at the small of her back with one hand and lined himself up at her entrance with the other.
That was when Eddie couldn't control himself anymore and stood up enraged.
“Stop it! You can't do this!”
Before he could do or say anything else, the captain gestured to his soldiers and two of them grabbed his arms and pulled him away from his mother.
“Let me go!” he screamed.
“Take him to the library-”
“Please, don't hurt him!” Lady Thornhill begged.
“Captain, please, I'll have a word with him,” Lord Thornhill stood up.
“Sit down,” the captain told him. Turning to his men he said, “Take him to the library, strip him down, and tie him to a chair. I'll see him afterwards.” He turned his attention towards Sammy. “What are you waiting for? You prepped her good, now get in there and fuck her.”
Sammy nodded and began to sink into Lady Thornhill slowly.
“Hngg,” he moaned as her cunt enveloped his cock. “Oh, my god!”
“You better not come too quickly, boy!” The captain warned him. “I want to see you pound her good! Go on!”
The threat was enough to make Sammy last a good fifteen minutes. His inexperience meant that the strokes were rough and uneven but he made up for it with the brute force he slammed into her with, rocking the heavy dining table with the power of his pounding.
Lady Thornhill was crying out in pain and the captain told him to work her clit with his hand. She was extremely sensitive after her oral session, and it didn't take long for her cunt to spasm around Sammy's cock as her interrupted fourth orgasm hit her, and threat or no threat, that was more than Sammy could take as he bottomed out inside her spasming vagina and came hard, filling her with spurt after spurt of his cum. He eventually pulled his now flaccid cock out, and creamy rivulets of his cum dribbled out of her cunt.
“Good job, boy, you can go now. Boyd, carry my lady into the library. I don't think she can walk.”
…
Eddie was tied up in a sturdy chair stark naked, arms and legs tightly secured. His face reddened with humiliation as everyone traipsed into the library and Boyd deposited naked, shivering and disheveled Lady Thornhill on a sofa beside him. The captain made them sit in seats where their view wouldn't be blocked and then he removed a sharp edged knife from his boot and placed it at Eddie's throat.
“Now what to do with you?”
“Captain,” Lord Thornhill pleaded. “I'll talk to him, he won't do anything like this again.”
The captain ran the tip of the knife down to Eddie's chest, scraped the blunt edge along a nipple.
“Gahh!” Eddie fought against his bonds.
“He doesn't look like he would listen to you, my lord.”
“He's so young, he'll understand. I'll… I'll make him understand.”
The captain ran the tip down Eddie's stomach, past his love trail and touched it to Eddie's cock, lifting it where it lay limp on his thigh. Eddie fought harder. The captain chuckled.
“That's some cock on you, boy. You haven't grown into it yet, though.” He ran the knife along Eddie's length, ending at the stem and putting a light pressure on it. “I could just do some redecorating, you've been a right little nuisance.”
Lady Thornhill's eyes widened in fear.
“Captain, please!” she begged. “Please don't, please, I'll do anything you want. He's so young, he doesn't understand.”
Eddie, though, was straining against his bonds.
“You can do whatever you want, I'm not scared of you!” he spat at the captain.
“Eddie, hold your tongue!” Lady Thornhill told him. “He doesn't know what he's saying, please, Captain, I'll do anything.”
The captain arched an eyebrow.
“Anything?”
“Yes, yes, whatever you say!”
“I won't let you go back on your words, my lady.”
“No, of course, whatever you say, I'll do!”
“Good. You're a good mother, my lady, he should appreciate you more. All right, I won't harm him if you do as I say.”
“I will,” she said earnestly.
“Come, suck his cock.”
Lady Thornhill recoiled like she had been slapped.
“What?”
“You bastard!” Eddie screamed.
“You heard me, my lady. Suck your son's cock.”
“I-I … Captain, please, don't make me…”
“You said ‘anything’ unless you didn't mean it. Are you going back on your word?” The captain dragged the tip of his knife down the length of Eddie's cock.
“Don't listen to him, mama! I don't care what he does to me. Don't listen to him!” Eddie was almost pleading.
The captain made a tiny cut at the base of Eddie's cock. A drop off blood welled out.
“No!” Lady Thornhill exclaimed, tears in her eyes “Please! Don't! I'll… I'll do as you say! I'll do it!”
“Sybil!” Lord Thornhill called out, anguished.
“I have to, William!”
“No, mama! Please don't! Mama, please!”
“Hush, Eddie!” she said, voice shaky. “It's going to be alright.”
The captain's smile was sickeningly sweet. “Well, go on then. Make your son understand how good that mouth of yours is.”
Lady Thornhill got up with some effort, her legs, crusted with Sammy's cum, were still slightly wobbly. Cum was starting to dry around her cunt even though it still leaked some as she got up. She made her way towards Eddie with shaky steps, and knelt at his feet.
“Mama, please don't!”
“Shh, be quiet,” she soothed him. “It's okay.”
Eddie had tears in his eyes.
“Oh, don't be so fussy, boy. You're going to love this!”
Lady Thornhill began by grabbing his cock in her shaking hands and began to stroke it length wise. The limp cock began to twitch. She bent forward, her breasts pressing against her son's legs, and took the bulbous tip inside her mouth. Despite himself Eddie closed his eyes and groaned.
The captain laughed and smacked his shoulder like they were comrades.
“I told you! You will enjoy it! Show him some love, mama! And don't neglect his balls, he's got some big ones for a boy of seventeen!”
Lady Thornhill cupped and stroked her son's balls. She bobbed her head up and down, his now almost fully erect cock disappearing in her mouth completely, sliding over the velvety softness of her tongue, going deep in her throat.
Eddie shuddered at the sensations, his head lolling back.
“Oh, my god, mama! Oh my god!”
This was likely his first sexual experience, getting his cock sucked by his mother while his whole family watched. He didn't last long. Soon his balls tightened and he shot his load deep in his mother's throat.
“Oh! Oh, mama, I'm coming! Oh!”
Lady Thornhill took her son's cum with aplomb as it filled her mouth and throat, and swallowed it all down. His limp cock plopped out of her mouth, runnels of cum dripping down her chin.
“That was quick!” The captain said.
She tried to get up but the captain stopped her.
“Uh uh, not yet, we've only just started, my lady. That was his first time, probably, so he didn't last long. Get back in there and get him up again.”
“What? Captain…”
“Are you saying no?”
“I'm not! I'm not! I'll do as you say.”
She got back in position at Eddie's feet.
“No, mama! No!”
“It's okay, dear,” she said to him. As he looked on with pained eyes, she began to stroke her son's cock again, licking and stroking until he started to get hard once more.
“Use your tits, my lady. Put your son's cock between these lovely tits of yours!” The captain smacked a hand against a breast, making it jiggle.
Lady Thornhill rubbed her son's semi erect cock between her breasts.
“Ohhh,” he groaned as blood rushed to his engorging member. Precum dribbled out on her chest drop by pearly drop, making it slick for his cock. Soon he was rock hard, his cock standing tall, jutting out between his legs.
“You can stop now!” The captain said but any relief she felt evaporated at his next words: “Time to ride your son, my lady.”
“Captain, please don't make me…”
“No!” Eddie seethed. “Stop this! I will kill you!”
The captain's knife was at his throat in an instant, the sharpness digging into his skin. “I will have no problem slitting his throat right here. Unless you want to proceed?”
“Alright, alright, I'll do it!” Lady Thornhill sobbed.
“Say it! Say what you will do!”
“I will … I will ride my son's cock…” she repeated tearily.
The captain clapped his hands. “Wonderful!”
“Mama, don't!” Eddie was crying and writhing in the chair but he was unable to do anything and despite what he wanted, his erection stood proud and tall between his legs.
Lady Thornhill stood up, spreading her legs as she climbed on his lap.
“Rub yourself on him,” the captain ordered, and Lady Thornhill did as she was told, rubbing her sloppy wet cunt along Eddie's thick length, coating him with the remnants of Sammy's cum and her own juices. Eddie groaned at the sensations of his mother's wet cunt on his hard, hot rod.
Finally she put one hand on her son's shoulder, and, raising herself slightly, used the other to align Eddie's cock head at her entrance. Eddie looked into her eyes and shook his head, helpless, and she let herself down on top of him slowly, sinking on her son's cock, a moan escaping her throat as she took him inside her until his hard length was fully sheathed in her cunt.
“Oh, god! Oh, god! Oh, mama!”
Eddie had never felt like this before, being fully enveloped inside his mother's cunt was a new experience for his virginal cock. Despite his anger, his body started to betray him as his hips made little thrusting motions in an effort to get even deeper inside his mother.
“Now that's what I call mother-son bonding time!” said the captain cheerfully. “Let me help you two.”
He stood behind Lady Thornhill, pulling her into himself. He removed her hands from Eddie's shoulders, and the full weight of her body fell on the point where her son's cock was impaled inside her, and she moaned at the fullness. The captain took some of that weight on himself, and began to lift her up and down on Eddie's cock. At the same time he wet two of his fingers and started to work her oversensitive clit. The library filled with obscene squelching sounds from Lady Thornhill's sloppy cunt being fucked by her son, and her and Eddie's moans and cries.
The captain pinched her clit hard, and she shuddered into a shattering orgasm, climaxing over her son's cock deep inside her, squirting out her juices all over his cock and in his lap. The captain did not stop fucking her on Eddie's cock and abusing her oversensitive clit.
“Oh, Eddie! Ohhhh, Eddie!” she moaned as another orgasm hit her and Eddie groaned again as the walls of her vagina spasmed around his cock, trying to milk it. If he hadn't already come once in her mouth, he wouldn't have lasted this long, but he was pretty close.
“Look at your whore mother, Eddie. She keeps coming no matter who fucks her, don't you, my lady? Tell your son how good his cock feels. Go on, tell him!”
Lady Thornhill looked like her brain was at the breaking point, overwhelmed by all the sensations her body was being made to feel. Body jerking and shuddering after her climaxes, she repeated obediently.
“Your cock feels… so good, Eddie…”
“Tell him you love it when he fucks you!”
“I love it… when you fuck me, son…”
The captain smiled when he saw Eddie was thrusting his hips involuntarily. He angled Lady Thornhill's body slightly so that with every thrust Eddie's cock rubbed against a tender spot inside her, and her whole body shuddered again and again until her eyes rolled back inside her head with the force of her climax, and her cunt clamped around Eddie's shaft like a vise, and no matter how hard he tried he could not stop the tightening of his balls and the resulting ejaculation of hot jizz inside his mother as he came with a shout of “Mama!”
Mother and son quaked together, their sweat slicked bodies shivering in conjoined bliss, unaware that the captain wasn't done yet. He had freed his cock which was rock hard and leaking precum.
He shifted Lady Thornhill's weight from him and let her slump over Eddie, her breasts pressed against his chest, her taut nipples rubbing against his. He raised her ass a little although not enough to pull out Eddie's cock from her cunt. He pulled out the butt plug he had been making her wear since yesterday.
Boyd presented him with a bottle of lube which he slathered on his cock, and then squeezed some inside her loosened asshole, fingering it to spread it around. She squirmed but was too weak to protest when he aligned the tip of his huge cock at her puckered anal entrance. Her protests became a little more lively as he entered her and the pain of the stretch hit her, but he held her as still as he could as he slowly sank his thick cock inside her tight ass, inch by slow inch.
The butt plug had made things a little easier but not much, and she felt like she was being skewered by a hot thick rod. He did not stop until he was fully inside her, balls deep. Lady Thornhill cried out in pain and humiliation. She had just come countless times on her son's cock which was still inside her, plugging up his cum in her cunt, and now the captain had filled her other hole with his cock.
The captain stayed there for a while stretching her out, getting used to the tightness. Then he started to pull out, groaning.
“You're so fucking tight, my lady! Goddamn, Eddie! You gotta try your mother's ass next. It feels amazing!”
Eddie was so spent he could do nothing but glare at him helplessly, watching him rape his mother's ass.
The captain pulled out and then slammed back in, making Lady Thornhill cry out in pain, and then he started to fuck her tight ass with deep, steady strokes. After having her ass pounded by him for several minutes the pain started to turn into numbness and only the feeling of being extremely full remained. She still cried out with every thrust but it wasn't as loud as before.
To Eddie's horror the constant motion made Eddie's cock twitch and begin to harden inside his mother once more. In no time at all she was completely full in both holes, being pounded by the captain in her ass and fucking herself on Eddie's cock with the force of his thrusts.
Then the captain pinched and squeezed her clit with one hand and she let out a mewling scream as she came, shuddering in an almost painful orgasm, impaled on two thick cocks. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she almost passed out with the force of her climax, hanging limp between the captain and her son, getting the pounding of her life.
Eddie came once again filling her mother's womb up with his cum, and soon the captain bottomed out inside her and filled her ass with spurt after hot spurt of his load.
Cum dribbled out of her abused asshole and into Eddie's lap, coating his thighs, as the captain pulled out and pushed the anal plug back inside her ass. He raised her a little and watched as Eddie's now soft cock slipped out of her messy, cum filled cunt hole, dripping globs of cum in Eddie's lap. She was nearly passed out so he let her slump on top of Eddie.
The captain wiped his cock with a handkerchief and threw it on the floor before zipped up his pants. He turned to Lord Thornhill who was sitting on the sofa, with Alba softly crying beside him, and he gave a mock bow to both of them.
“You're the best cuck I've ever seen, my lord. I'll take my leave for the night now, I'll leave the cleaning to you. I'll see you all tomorrow. Might I suggest tonight you enjoy your lady wife's ass, it comes highly recommended from me. Good night.”
…
The next morning when the captain asked lord Thornhill if he had fucked his wife in the ass and Lord Thornhill said he hadn't, the captain made him bend Lady Thornhill over the breakfast table and fuck her ass right there over porridge and eggs.
As the day progressed the captain received a small package, the contents of which he examined with sadistic glee. It was two bottles of pills, one green, and one blue.
That night after dinner, he once more made his soldiers tie Eddie down, tight enough that he couldn't escape but loose enough that he could freely move his hips, and force fed him two of the blue pills. He fed two green pills to Lady Thornhill.
Fifteen minutes later Eddie was sporting a giant erection that looked like it wouldn't be going down for hours, and Lady Thornhill was writhing on the sofa in anguish, rubbing herself on the upholstery, trying to get some pressure against her clit, her cunt so wet that her juices were running down her thighs.
Then he made Boyd and Gareth lift her and place her down on her son's erect cock, her breasts in his face, tying her arms and legs, but leaving her hips freely able to move up and down. It took barely any time at all before the mother and son were a writhing, thrusting mess, Eddie pounding her mother with abandon, and Lady Thornhill meeting him thrust for thrust, grinding down on her son like there was no tomorrow. Their moans and cries echoed through the library along with the obscene wet noises of their fucking, naked skin slapping against naked skin. Delirious with desire, they came quickly, but didn't stop for a breath, couldn't stop, and went right back to fucking.
The captain ordered his three soldiers to start taking turns in Lady Thornhill's ass as many times as they wanted, and play with her body, her breasts and clit so that she was fully stimulated. Lady Thornhill's mind was numb, her life narrowed down to the thrusting fullness of her son inside her cunt, and the cocks that kept filling her ass, the hands that kept roaming her body, fingers that kept pinching her nipples and her clit. As a result of the little green pills and the repeated stimulation, she was in a state of a near constant orgasmic bliss, as if it was one single orgasm that ebbed and flowed, rose and fell, pushing her over the edge in a shuddering, quaking climb and then plateauing in smaller, trembling aftershocks again and again.
Lord Thornhill watched his wife and son fuck and being fucked like animals with a horrified expression on his face which was why he was slow to notice when the captain picked Alba up and, disregarding her protests, sat her down in his lap.
One hand held her topless torso tight against his chest while with the other he easily ripped off her skirt and panties and splayed her legs, leaving her teenaged, nearly hairless pussy exposed and open. She screamed for her father and that's when Lord Thornhill turned his horrified face towards the both of them and started to rush forward.
The captain signaled Gareth, and he held the indignant lord back.
“You promised you won't touch her if Sibyl did what you asked!”
The captain leered, his hands on Alba's thighs.
“And I didn't touch her that night, as I promised.”
“You can't! She's just a child!”
The captain dipped a large middle finger into her glistening cunt.
“The child has a dripping wet pussy, my lord.”
He rubbed the wet slick finger over alba's clit and she arched her back, a moan escaping her lips.
“Please, Captain! Please!”
“I'll make you a deal, my lord, if you're interested.”
“Yes! Anything!”
“Eat your daughter out until she comes, and then I'll let her go.”
Lord Thornhill went ghost white.
“I…I can't do that!”
“Of course you can't. One of my soldiers will be happy to do it for you, no worries. How about it, Rogen?”
The captain called out to the burly soldier who was balls deep inside Lady Thornhill's ass.
“As soon as I'm finished here, Captain,” Rogen replied.
“I'm free, sir,” Boyd presented himself. “Let me do it, sir. I love little girl pussies.”
The captain gestured at him to come and Boyd rushed forward, kneeling at the captain’s feet, his nose nearly touching alba's naked thighs. The captain made a v of two fingers to hold open her labia, and Boyd bent down, about to lick her cunt with his tongue when Lord Thornhill shouted, beside himself with helpless rage.
“Stop! Stop! Don't make him do it!”
“Well, are you ready to do it then?”
“Yes,” he said defeatedly. “I'll do it.”
“Superb. Come on, then. We won't be needing you yet, Boyd, sorry.”
Boyd reluctantly got up and Lord Thornhill took his place, his head bowed, his feet lagging. He knelt at the captain's feet and bent his head forward. The captain, with the v of his fingers, held open his daughter's labia for easy access and Lord Thornhill, with tears in his eyes, bent his head and started with a long, tentative lick.
“Put your heart in it, my lord, or we'll have to redo it with someone else.”
The threat galvanized Lord Thornhill somewhat, and he began to lick and suck his daughter with more vigor, angling his head to tongue fuck her cunt hole, sucking and gently biting her clit. Alba was soon moaning and mewling, her body arching, muscles tensing as he went on.
“Isn't daddy so good with his tongue, little one?” The captain whispered in her ear. “My lord, why don't you use your fingers? Or should I help you with that?” He ran a hand on the inside of Alba’s soft thigh.
Lord Thornhill shook his head but added a trembling finger, and began to slide it in and out of Alba's pussy as he continued with his oral ministrations. In no time at all Alba shuddered into an orgasm, her juices drenching her father's face, her thighs quaking beside him.
“Daddyyyy!” she moaned as she came, trembling and jerking in the captain's lap, her father's fingers knuckle-deep inside her, his tongue on her clit. “Ohhh, Daddy, please!” she begged without knowing what she was begging for.
Lord Thornhill stopped and knelt back, eyes full of tears. Alba shuddered with the aftershocks of her orgasm. “Is that enough?” he asked, his face glistening with her secretions. “Will you let her go now?”
The captain pretended to be in deep thought.
“I think not,” he eventually said and signaled to Gareth who dragged Lord Thornhill away pinning him down on the carpet from where he watched helplessly as the captain unzipped his pants and took out his thick, rigid cock.
He rubbed it along Alba's wet slit, coating it with her sticky juices and then lined it at her entrance. Alba tried to resist but her body was still pretty weak after her orgasm and it was futile.
“No!” Lord Thornhill screamed. “You said you'd…”
“Gareth,” the captain threw Alba’s ruined panties towards them. “Stuff this in Lord Thornhill’s mouth and tie his hands behind him with a zip tie. Well, my lord,” he said after the lord was well secured, “I lied.”
The captain shrugged, and then pushed the head of his cock inside Alba and began to push in slowly into her tight hole. She began to cry at the pain, begging him to stop because it hurt.
“Give it a minute, little one. I'll make you feel so good you'll beg me to fuck you harder.”
He pushed until he met some resistance.
“Oh, my dear lord, I'm about to pop your little daughter's cherry,” he said cheerfully, and pushed a little harder, deeper, tearing through her hymen as she cried out at the sharp pain, his thick cock stretching out her virgin cunt, her body tensing and trembling at the intrusion. Despite her cries and tears, the captain didn't stop until he was slowly but completely buried inside her, a trickle of blood made its way down the stem of his cock, dripping on his balls.
He stayed like that, rock hard and unmoving inside her, as Alba cried and whimpered. Slowly began to play with her nipples, pulling and twisting them, hands fisting around her small breasts, and then one hand slid down, cupping her mound, fingers sliding inside her small folds, languidly circling and flicking her clit, changing the cadence of her cries from sobbing to breathy moans. He started biting and sucking her earlobe and the sensitive spot at the base of her ears. Her whimpers were now starting to turn into moans and her cries turned from pain to pleasure.
His circles on her clit became harder, faster and her body began to tense up, the muscles of her abdomen and thighs jerking and then her climax hit her, hard. She let out a string of mewling screams, shuddering in his lap, impaled on his cock, her cunt releasing more slick juices. She shuddered and trembled, her body eventually going nearly limp in his lap. He stayed like that for a long while, his rock hard cock buried inside her, his hands making her come, enjoying the tightening of her vaginal walls when she came, trying to milk him involuntarily.
Slowly, very slowly, he began to move, pull out and thrust back in, in tiny increments, arms hooked under her knees, raising her ass a little to be able to pull out and then letting her sink down on his cock, crying out every time he bottomed out inside her. Soon his rhythm began to shift, quickened, and his thrusts became more powerful, pulling out almost completely and then slamming back inside her with enough force to make her breasts bounce wildly.
Eventually, he pulled out, changed positions to lay her down on the sofa, ass raised, and began to fuck her, hard and fast, making her teeth clack.
“Nnngh! Nnn!” she shuddered. “Ohhh! Ohhh!” as he pounded her teenage pussy. Soon she was tensing and quaking as another orgasm hit her, making her cunt walls spasm around his cock. He raised one of her legs, angled her body and kept fucking, her breasts bouncing with each hard thrust. Her mouth seemed incapable of forming words and she just kept letting out mewling cries as his cock rubbed against her g-spot, sending her towards another orgasm.
This one was too much for him as her virginal cunt fluttered and spasmed around his cock and he thrust deep with a jerk of his hips, bottoming out inside her and let out spurt after spurt of hot cum deep in her womb, filling her up with his jizz. When he pulled out, a pinkish mixture of his cum mixed with her virginal blood oozed out of her abused cunt.
This time before leaving the library, he threw Alba on one shoulder and mock saluted Lord Thornhill. The soldiers had untied Eddie and Lady Thornhill a while ago, and Eddie was still fucking his mother on the carpet right beside where his father lay tied up, pounding her hard as she begged him to fuck her even harder. Cum leaked out of her gaping asshole. Shlick, shlick, squelch, squelch noises filled the library as wet, sticky flesh slapped against wet, sticky flesh.
Lord Thornhill lay broken on the floor watching his son fuck his wife and his naked daughter, cum mixed with blood running down her thighs, being taken away to be fucked all night long by the pervert captain who had destroyed their lives.