Peggy's able to stay strong

"N-no, I...I'm afraid I can't do that," Peggy stammers.

Percy rolls his eyes at her. "Fuck's sake. Are all you Foxhaven girls so completely inhibited?"

"Oh, let her alone, Percy," Annalise says lazily. "You're perfectly capable of fucking a throat by yourself." Peggy's eyes widen at Annalise's crude language, but Percy just smirks and grips both sides of Dorothy's head firmly. He begins to pump his cock more firmly into her mouth, clearly testing the limits of her throat with each thrust, and the wet noises of Dorothy gagging fill the room.

"Thank you," Peggy says quietly to Annalise, feeling relieved. She's glad that she's not being pushed into participating in the violation of this bond girl, even if she does find the situation...strangely entrancing. Her body is tingly, almost prickly, and she's very aware of her nipples and her loins for some reason. She does her best to ignore the slurping noises of Dorothy's abuse, though.

"Think nothing of it," Annalise says airily. "Though you really ought to give it a try, sometime."

Peggy freezes, blue eyes widening. "I - what?"

Annalise laughs. "Helping a man fuck a bond girl. You ought to try it! It's a delightful feeling. I get quite the rush of power from it."

Peggy blushes. "Oh, I could - I could never. I don't know..."

"Oh, you silly little goose. Come over here." Annalise pats the settee next to her, and Peggy uncertainly rises and goes to sit next to the older, redheaded girl. A few feet away, Percy pulls out and Dorothy gasps, nearly sobbing for breath. "P-please sir, I - oof!" Percy slaps her lightly across the face and plunges his cock back into her mouth. The bond girl just looks up at him, wide-eyed, and desperately attempts to open her mouth and throat further. He pumps in a series of slow, deep thrusts, testing the limit of her throat each time.

"Now tell me, Peggy," Annalise says with a business-like air as the younger girl sits a few feet from her, "what is it about this situation that makes you uncomfortable? I know it's not something normally done in public, but Dorothy here is a bond girl - Percy is quite within his rights."

"I - it just seems...violent," Peggy whispers. She watches, wide-eyed, as Dorothy chokes, spittle bursting out of her mouth to mingle with the drool and tears on her face.

"Ah. Well observed, Peggy. Can I tell you the truth?" Annalise leans close, and puts a hand on Peggy's knee, jolting her out of her mesmerized stare at Percy's fucking. Peggy looks over and meets Annalise's green eyes, which gaze into hers intently. "It is violent. You're absolutely right about that."

Peggy leans forward earnestly. "But isn't that wrong, then? Shouldn't we put a stop to it?"

Annalise smiles. "Well. That is a more interesting question." She continues to gaze levelly into Peggy's eyes. "Is it wrong when the tiger kills a young gazelle? Or when a hunter shoots a deer to feed his family? Is it wrong for you, Peggy, to eat meat - the flesh of an animal that's been killed for you?" She leans back and gestures at Percy, who's moaning slightly as he steadily fucks Dorothy's throat. Peggy can see a visible bulge in Dorothy's throat each time he rams his member home. "Nature is full of violence, Peggy. And men have drives and needs - given to them by nature - the push many of them to commit this particular kind of violence. It may be violent, but can anything so natural be wrong?"

"It certainly feels right," Percy comments, eyes still closed as he buries Dorothy's nose in his pubic hair. "Ahhhh, good slut! There, that's the bottom of it. You finally took it all." He pulls out, giving Dorothy the chance to sob for air before he immediately begins fucking her mouth again, more easily and quickly this time. She continues to gag slightly, staring up at him obediently.

"But even if it is...natural..." Peggy says uncertainly to Annalise, "why do you say I should help? I am not a...a hunter."

"Ah. That's more strategic," Annalise says, pursing her lips with a little smile. "When you marry a man of quality - as I'm sure you will - you'll be in charge of managing his household. And no doubt that will include the bond girls. You'll need to make sure their skills are up to your husband's standards - and he may expect you to help him with his needs. After all, you'll be a part of his life in every way - including carnally. How do you think people sire heirs?"

Peggy shivers. "I - I hadn't thought of that," she confesses. "Do you really think my husband will...will fuck...bond girls? And that he'll want me to...help him?"

"You'd better hope he does!" Annalise exclaims. When Peggy gives her a wide-eyed look, she laughs. "Ah, I understand it now! You don't understand how beneficial the bond girl laws are for women of quality. Take a good look at Dorothy, now." Both of them look at the dark-haired bond girl: on her knees, drool, tears, and snot mingling on her face, as she gazes wide-eyed up at Percy and desperately tries to take his cock deeper into her throat. "Some women like to be in such a position. But many do not. And tell me this, Peggy: before the institution of bond girls, who do you think would satisfy a man's desires to put a girl in such a position?" When Peggy, wide-eyed, says nothing, Annalise continues: "His wife would. Or! He would turn to prostitutes, which is both an expensive and, at times, a dangerous vice. Remember this, little Peggy..." Annalise lays a hand on Peggy's thigh as the younger girl gazes, hypnotized, at Percy's cock pumping in and out of Dorothy's mouth. "There, but for the grace of God, go you. This gives women of quality, like us, relief from the less pleasant duties of marriage. And for girls like Dorothy...well, that's the natural result of being born to unfortunate parents. This is a better life for her, and a better use of her abilities, than living and eventually dying in the gutter."

"Indeed," Percy pants. "'Twould be a waste....ha!...of both life...ugh!...and a delightfully warm and pliant cocksleeve! Aaagh!"

"My word!" exclaims a dry, almost whispery voice from the doorway. Peggy jumps, finally looking away from Percy. Tall, thin Mr. Wagaton is standing in the doorway, looking on the scene before him with an expression somewhere between horror and bemusement. Percy glances back at him and chuckles.

"Ah, Wagaton, wasn't it? My apologies for making a bit of a scene back here. If you were looking for the maid, I'm nearly done with her...though she might need a break before she can service you..." Percy continues to pump ferociously in and out of Dorothy's mouth, and Peggy can see that his breath is coming faster and faster.

"This is - this is all most irregular," Mr. Wagaton says, sounding slightly dazed. "And Miss...Miss Bellington! Miss Foxhaven!" He shakes his head.

"Oh, give it a rest, you old prune," Percy says with a groan. "The slut is a bond girl, we're putting her to work. Nothing shocking to anyone...who's ever gotten his dick into something...younger than your wife! Ahhhhh!" Percy closes his eyes and grips Dorothy's head hard. Peggy can see the base of his cock spasming, and Dorothy's eyes widen as she gags harder. White liquid spurts from her mouth, its source soon clear: Percy withdraws his member, which is still writhing, and grips it in hand, pointing it at Dorothy's face. His sticky white seed shoots forth and covers the dark-haired girl's face and hair in thick ropes of spunk.

Somewhere, in all this, Mr. Wagaton has turned on his heel and left the room.

"Ahhhhh," Percy sighs luxuriously. Even deflated his cock is surprisingly long, albeit not as girthy as before. Dorothy has dropped down to support herself one her hands and knees, shuddering and trying to catch her breath, tears mixing with the spunk covering her face. Percy wipes his flaccid member on a clean patch of her hair and turns toward the ladies, grinning. "Enjoy the show, everyone?"

"Oh bravo," Annalise says mockingly. "Indeed. No one has ever treated a bond girl like that before, surely. You're unprecedented."

Percy laughs. "I'll get you later for that, Lise." She arches an eyebrow saucily at him as he tucks himself away and begins to button his pants again. "Well. I think Dorothy here is pretty much used up, and I feel much better. Shall we return to the reception?"

"Indeed." Annalise stands, and Peggy follows suit in a daze. Peggy slowly approaches Dorothy, whose breath is steadying.

"Is she - is she going to be all right?" Peggy asks timidly. The bond girl slowly raises her head, senselessly looking in Peggy's direction and incidentally giving Peggy a marvelous view of her face, coated in a web of sticky, glaze-like white strands. Her whole face is shiny with bodily fluids.

"Of course," Annalise says, taking Peggy's arm and turning her away from the other girl. "I'm telling you, this system works - girls who end up in bondage are built for that kind of thing. If you'd rather it not be you on your knees in that position - one way or another - you've got to learn to use the system so that sluts like Dorothy can, as it were, take the load." Percy laughs, though Peggy's not sure why.

"If - if you say so," Peggy murmurs.

"I do. Come, take my arm and just act normal. There's no reason to let an old fogey like Wagaton spoil a good time, eh?" Annalise offers Peggy her arm and the Foxhaven girl hesitantly takes it. They head out of the room, lingering only as Peggy pauses in the doorway to glance back one more time at the cum-covered bond girl.

Alone, Percy turns to Dorothy, who's now standing, eyes lowered. "Good job, slut. What do you say?"

"Th-thank you for letting me serve you...sir," Dorothy says hoarsely.

"Good slut." Percy fishes in his pocket for a handkerchief and passes it to Dorothy. "You can go clean your face now. But be sure you set aside some time after dinner this week for me - I thought you woefully unprepared for that, so I intend to come back and make sure you're ready to serve the parish. I'll sample your tits on Monday, cunt on Wednesday, ass on Friday. Make yourself ready however you can."

"Yes, sir," Dorothy whispers.

Percy grins. "Well done. See you later, church slut." He reaches around to give her ass a firm smack, then returns to the reception, whistling.

In the parlor, Rebecca finds herself alone for a few minutes. Things seem to be winding down, here - a few families have departed already. So far, she's found it a very boring, and rather uneventful, afternoon.

Then she smiles. Mr. Twilwell and that friend of his - Mr. Vickery - are still standing in one corner, talking animatedly. What's better is that none of the young women at the party are hanging around them, for once. She wends her way slowly across the room toward them.

"I continue to think that you're both mad and unlikely to find a warm reception for your ideas, Vickery!" Twilwell is exclaiming as she approaches. He seems to be talking a bit more loudly than usual - has he been drinking? Not too much, if so. When he sees Rebecca, he smiles{if Twilwell-Rebecca > 0} warmly{endif}. "Ah, Miss Foxhaven! Do join us. We were just having a philosophical debate."

"Mr. Twilwell. Mr. Vickery," Rebecca says politely, giving each of them a nod. She tilts her head as she takes in Mr. Vickery. "I did not know you were a member of our parish, sir."

"I of course am not. I merely wished to accompany my good friend here, and ensure that he was well," Vickery comments curtly.

"Yes yes, but don't get away from our argument, Vickery!" Twilwell exclaims. Clearly he's become a bit hyper-focused.

Rebecca chuckles. "What was the nature of this dispute, sir?"

"It was upon the nature and virtues of women!" Mr. Twilwell exclaims. "So you offer perhaps an entirely new perspective. I was stating my opinion that a woman's virtues depend on the man who is interested in her - that different men are never going to agree on what qualities it is most important for a woman to have, as their desires will vary. Whereas Mr. Vickery here believes there is a universal prime virtue for a woman!"

Rebecca raises an eyebrow. "Indeed, sir? And you've discovered what that is?" she asks Vickery, a bit tartly.

"I cannot claim any special knowledge of women, Miss Foxhaven," Mr. Vickery replies dryly. "My observation was based entirely on anecdote, acquaintance, and the writings of wiser philosophers and religious thinkers."

"And what is this prime virtue, Mr. Vickery?" Rebecca asks.

"Obedience," he says simply, gazing levelly into her eyes. "Or, if you prefer, submission." Rebecca' breath hitches for a second as she meets his dark, firm gaze.

"Well, there you go!" Twilwell exclaims with a laugh. "What do you think, Miss Foxhaven? Is obedience the most important virtue for a woman to possess?"