Peggy resists the pressure to comply

"Don't do it, Peggy!" Esther hisses. Peggy slowly rips her eyes away from the sight of Percy plunging his cock into Dorothy's mouth.

She draws her gaze over to Annalise, and licks her lips uncertainly. "A-Annalise, are you...enjoying being home?"

Annalise laughs, and Percy lets out a frustrated groan. "I am indeed, Peggy. But truth be told, I think I'll soon be on the road again...it is so hard to stay at home once one has seen the wide world!"

"Really? You're all just going to ignore me?" Percy complains. "Ugh, it's so hard to find good help these days." He grips both sides of Dorothy's head and, with a grunt, begins to fuck her mouth more forcefully. "Come on - slut - choke - on that dick!" Dorothy complies, and the wet sucking noises of her gagging fill the room.

Peggy is doing her best to ignore them, though. "Wh-what was your favorite part of your trip abroad?" she asks Annalise.

"Hmmmmm." Annalise passes a friendly arm around Esther, who's sitting close to her on the couch. Esther feels a tingle go through her as Annalise's hand lands lightly on her shoulder, and she relaxes slightly into the other woman's arms. "I'd have to say Switzerland. The Alps! They're phenomenal. Vistas like you've never imagined, snow-capped peaks...and of course the space. You can shriek as loud as you want there, and no one will hear."

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.

"Whatever do you mean, 'shriek?'" Esther asks Annalise, looking amused.

"{if BellingtonParty-Esther-Caught = True}Oh, I think you've heard me make the sound I'm thinking of recently," Annalise says with a wicked smirk. Peggy is simply perplexed, but Esther pales as she realizes the implication. "But more generally...{endif}I just mean that you can make as much noise as you want. They yodel, you know. Beautiful cries of freedom in the mountain air! The sort of thing it's impossible to imagine Englishmen doing." Annalise shrugs.

"But did you feel safe? Traveling alone, as a woman?" Peggy asks with interest.

"Well...yes. But you must realize I wasn't truly alone. I had a few servants with me and, after not very long, I met Percy, and we traveled together." Annalise nods at him. "I know he may not look it now, but he's really quite a capable protector."

"That's right," Percy grunts. He's pressing Dorothy's head into his crotch now, and the dark-haired girl struggles, choking as she buries her nose in his pubic hair. He pulls out and, as she gasps, thrusts back in to start fucking her mouth more quickly than before. "I am...nothing if not...a man of my word...and when I...ha!...commit to something, I...ha!...do it! Including...ungh!...fucking a girl's throat!"

"My word!" exclaims a dry, almost whispery voice from the doorway. Esther and Peggy both jump. 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 the girls 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! Misses Foxhaven!" He shakes his head.

"Mr. Wagaton, I - I can explain," Esther stammers.

"What's to explain?" Percy groans. "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 his wife! Ahhhhh!" Percy closes his eyes and grips Dorothy's head hard. Peggy, wide-eyed, 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, which jolts Esther out of her daze.

"Oh, god! We must find Mr. Wagaton. We must - we must make him see that what has happened here - !" Esther gasps, standing in a panic.

"Not much point to that," Annalise says with a sigh. "He's already left, no doubt to tell that shrew of a wife what he saw. Just pay no attention to any gossip. It'll pass in a few days, Es." She smiles at Esther and the other girl shudders as Annalise puts an arm around her.

"I - if you say so, Lise," Esther whispers, looking troubled.

"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 Esther her arm and the Foxhaven girl hesitantly takes it. They head out of the room, and Peggy, after glancing back at Percy and the cum-covered bond girl, follows them in a rush.

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?"