Chapter 40
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Beeble42
Chapter 40
The Blood of Arabella Skipton
Chapter 40 The Blood of Arabella Skipton
The white tablecloth was cleared of candles and the young girl was lifted on and her tunic removed to allow many hands caressing her bare flesh. Arabella was indeed a beautiful sight with long auburn hair, large pert breasts complemented by wide hips and a generous shapely behind. Sparkling emerald eyes and barely discernible freckles were features she had inherited from her late Irish mother. Every man in the room wanted her and the chained up sisters could only admire her perfection.
There was no need for Eugene to remove his tunic or to wait for his manhood to recover. He had never been more excited in his life. For a libertine the more decadent an action seems the better so to deflower his cousin once removed in front of strangers at a pagan worship could only have been improved if she was his niece. Without any lubrication there would no doubt be pain involved for the young girl but this group were a callous lot, with the possible exception of the historian, and this would only increase their pleasure. Sam Atha did step in claiming that it was necessary for the virgin to have a gin as part of the ceremony. Whether this would make it easier for her, he did not know but she winced as he poured it down her throat so he thought it would at least be a distraction.
For Mr Maltravers, who like his host was descended from the highest nobility, foreplay was something which women did to arouse him. Fortunately his victim was somewhat stimulated so the passage would not be entirely dry although her hymen was very much intact despite frequent horse riding. He raised himself up on his arms and told his relation to guide him in. The gates appeared initially to be shut but the slow battering ram eventually beat down the door. It was a lucky there was no-one in the house unaware of the ceremony because the virgin’s scream pierced even the thickest walls.
Blood was drawn at this point but obviously her guardian was not going to stop there. The female witnesses remembered their first time was not exactly a pleasant experience but hoped that she knew it would get better. Maria’s first time had been at the coffee house so she had plenty of witnesses too. The thrust gradually became easier for both parties and exhibiting uncharacteristic self control Eugene pulled his blood soaked cock out and his semen shot high in the air. Thomas and another soon followed suit in cumming on her breasts. Samuel moved around the front and smeared blood from the vagina with his fingers which he then used to paint the sculpture’s lips.
“And now our temple is concentrated.” the high priest announced. Some of the men were still wanting to do some painting on Arabella’s body but Maltravers led the sobbing girl away to a corner. He was certain she would recover her composure soon but maybe any more physical contact tonight would be too much for her. When they got home, however they could enjoy each other in a more pleasant atmosphere. As for the disappointed men they would now be serviced by the newly unshackled sisters.
Mary and her now equally developed and talented sister closely resembled the Hawksby sisters except of course they had paler skin, were slightly shorter and in all honesty less pretty. They each took 2 at a time with one man inside each of their honey pots, and the other enjoying their oral skills. Taking the fat cocks of the industrialists and merchants in their mouths meant swallowing a whole cock was second nature for them. Thomas sat this one out but the marriage bed would have 3 in it that night so he was grateful to be able to recharge his energy after all the excitement.
Being consummate professionals the similar siblings persuaded the men to rotate before offering themselves on the table where the man could paste their faces side by side. As a special treat they even engaged in the cum swapping they had learnt from Daisy and Poppy, who still worked at John Baker’s place. Everyone satisfied, and by this time that included Miss Skipton, tunics, hoods and blindfolds were donned and the blinded participants returned to The Great Hall. Thomas and Sam agreed it had been better than they ever expected, before Sam left to masturbate to his own private Goddess and Thomas to make use of his employees.
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Updated on Mar 1, 2017
by Beeble42
Created on Jun 23, 2016
by Beeble42
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