The Taming of Lady Honoria (2 page)

His sac finally slapped her splayed pussy and
brought his desecrations to a halt. He grunted, "You've a tight
little ass."

"At
last
," cried Honoria. "You've had
your fun—now release me!"

His brutish hands reached beneath her and
squeezed at her breasts, kneading them like lumps of dough. "Not
yet," he said, pulling his cock from her depths only to slam it
back into her.

Honoria bucked and squealed, trying to throw
him off. She could feel his blunt, fleshy head pillaging her depths
and hear the wet slurping noises of her cruelly opened channel. He
reared back, continuing to drive himself into her as she moaned and
wailed.

"Move!" he demanded, grabbing her hips. He
pulled her up and moved her in a circle as he ground her back
against his frenzied pumping.

The firm grasp of his hands on her hips
controlled her, forcing her to acquiesce as he grunted out his base
desires. Little tendrils of heat spread from the ever quickening
lap of his sac against her. Honoria trembled, arms shaking. He was
using her in the most primitive way possible and God help her—she
was starting to like it. He shifted abruptly and she clenched down,
twitching so hard she lost her grip on the bedclothes and slid
forward, arms flailing.

Her foot knocked the pier glass sideways.
Suddenly Honoria could see herself, hair down around her shoulders
and marks on her breasts. Was her face really that red? The sight
of his cock buried in her tightly stretched ring made her
shudder.

Robbie pulled her back and pushed into her,
holding her thighs up around his hips. "Do that again!" he
growled.

Honoria clenched down hard and
bounced
, driven by the slam of his hips. His head tipped
back and the cords in his throat stood out while his lips pulled
back over his teeth. His face twisted violently and he grunted
loudly. Pleasure drowned her in waves, making her squirm.

Robbie stiffened abruptly and held himself
locked to the center of her splayed thighs while his cock jerked
within her, flooding her with heat. He ground himself against her
one last time before he stood, dragging his cock from her highly
sensitized passage.

He slapped her ass affectionately and used a
corner of her skirt to clean himself off. "You're a toothsome
wench," he said, pulling on his trousers.

Honoria rolled over into a patch of early
morning sun. To her horror the pier glass showed a faint smile on
her lips. A tracery of thick white liquid oozed from her reddened
and still gaping hole. "What's wrong with me?" she cried, throwing
a hand over her eyes.

Robbie reached down and affectionately
squeezed her pubic mound. "You enjoy a good fucking. There's no
shame in that."

"I'm a lady," she sobbed. "A lady does
not
enjoy a good fucking!"

Robbie pulled on his shirt and buttoned it up
over his enormous chest. "Everyone enjoys a good fuck."

"It's deviant!" she cried. She collapsed into
a heap of sensitive flesh and shivered, feeling the looseness of
her bowels.

Robbie sat down on the bed beside her and
pulled her up over his lap. He'd left his trousers open and the
heavy length of his still damp cock pushed against her belly.

He held her with a hand on the small of her
back and cupped his fingers over the curve of her ass. "Are you a
bad girl?"

Honoria shook, face buried in her hands.
"Horrible…" she sobbed.

His hand came up and swung down in a
punishing blow. Honoria jumped at his touch and screamed, kicking
to get away from him. Robbie laughed in approval and slapped his
hand down again, leaving a hot sting that traveled straight to her
pussy. He spanked her again and again, while her cheeks grew hot
and red. Blood rushed to her nether lips and her ass bounced under
the assault, inflaming her beyond reason.

She couldn't tell where pleasure ended and
pain began, as she wailed out her tightly coiled tension.

Robbie pushed her off his lap and she fell to
her knees, panting with frustrated need. "You
beast!
How
could you abuse me so?"

He followed her down, laid his cock between
her well-spanked cheeks and pushed the reddened flesh tight.
Honoria tossed her head wildly, mouth open. The feeling centered
between her thighs fought to get out. She wanted…she didn't
know
what she wanted; just that she couldn't reach it, no
matter
how
hard she tried.

Just as she was about to scream with
frustration, Robbie reared back, pulled her ass cheeks apart and
pushed back into her well-lubricated ass.

Stars burst behind her eyes and made her
moan, "Oh my God." She couldn't stop shaking and whimpering.
"What's
happening
to me?"

Robbie cupped her breasts, roughly rolling
her nipples between his brutally large fingers. Honoria jerked with
a scream, arching back into his undeniable possession. This time
when he pulled out, she sprawled face down on the bed, fulfilled
and totally exhausted.

****

It took Honoria the rest of the morning to
hide the evidence of their debauchery. She had no idea what to do
with the sheets so she simply rolled them up and stuffed them in
the wardrobe along with her gown.

It was less easy to hide the condition of her
body, and she debated calling her maid until she hit on the happy
expedient of wrapping herself from throat to toes in a gray silk
sheet. Her father had shares in a Far East venture and there were
bolts of silk everywhere.

Daisy had been Honoria's personal maid since
they were both children, and when she saw the sheet she gave
Honoria a long, skeptical look. What
did
one say after being
ravished? And
had
she been ravished? After the first shocked
recoil, she had thoroughly enjoyed Robbie's assault on her all too
willing flesh.

"I need a bath," she said finally.

Daisy gave her another, still longer look.
"Yes, m'lady."

Her family insisted on large baths, and it
took two footmen the better part of an hour to carry the enormous
wooden tub to Honoria's room and fill it with water. After the
footmen left, she slipped into the heavily carved tub and winced.
Muscles she hadn't been aware of using screamed in protest and
slowly unknotted.

Daisy gave Honoria a knowing look and carried
a smaller, fire-warmed container of hot water to the tub. Honoria
doubted what caused her condition was a surprise to her far more
worldly maid. Folding the bath sheet up over her chest, she threw
her head back against the rim.

"What have you heard about Robbie?" she
inquired abruptly.

Daisy fanned herself. "Not much, m'lady. He's
built like a stallion. I once saw him take a scullery maid right up
against the flour sacks. Screaming like a banshee she was, and got
all the kitchen to watching."

"All the kitchen?" breathed Honoria,
thoroughly appalled and to her dismay, more than a little
titillated.

Daisy nodded, "Yes, m'lady. And when he
pulled it out," her voice dropped, "it was
still
hard, and
as big as my arm. Cook fainted, although I saw her going into
Robbie's room and heard noises." Daisy shivered arms tight to her
chest. "Slaps, m'lady. And screams!"

Honoria felt her ass cheeks burn in
remembered pleasure, and she stood, climbing out of the tub. "What
kind of screams?"

"Moans, more like," whispered Daisy, her eyes
wide.

She was so close Honoria could feel the heat
from her heaving bosom. Honoria stepped in close to Daisy and her
maid stumbled backwards.

"M'lady?"

Honoria sloshed after her until Daisy could
retreat no farther. "I want you to show me your nipples,
Daisy."

"M'lady!" Daisy straightened indignantly.
"What's wrong with you?"

Honoria laughed softly and pinned her much
larger maid in place with a hand on either side of her. Daisy's
breasts were at eye level and Honoria pulled the little drawstring
holding her bodice in place.

Daisy spilled out. Her breasts were plump and
generous, with heavy, red nipples. They looked nothing like
Honoria's much smaller set and jealousy prompted her to pinch the
tender flesh. The maid yelped, eyes wide.

Satisfaction curled in the pit of Honoria's
stomach and she pushed the maid away from the wall, back toward the
daybed. Daisy stumbled, hands shielding herself from Honoria's avid
gaze.

"Why are you doing this?" she cried.

Honoria sat, pulling Daisy down over her
still wet lap. The maid fell heavily, but Honoria didn't let go,
using her position to explore Daisy's lush curves through her heavy
wool skirts. She pushed the material up. The sturdy white buttocks
so inelegantly revealed were very plush and Honoria wasted no time
bringing her hand down over Daisy's ass.
Thwap!

Daisy jumped. "That hurt!"

Honoria rubbed the palm of her hand over the
pale red imprint. And did it again.
Thwap!

Daisy squirmed, struggling to get away. The
way she was stretched out gave her no leverage. "Lady Honoria!
You're
hurting
me!"

Honoria rubbed her hand over Daisy's fleshy
mounds, paying particular attention to her tightly held crack.
"You'll like it," she whispered. "Open your legs, Daisy."

The maid parted her legs slowly, face buried
in her hands.

Honoria slipped her fingers into Daisy's
heated depths and smiled. No oils or lubricants were necessary.
Daisy was wet and swollen with need. She abruptly rotated her ass,
grinding herself back on Honoria's fingers with a despairing
cry.

Honoria brushed her lips over her maid's
bowed neck. "Very nice."

"M'lady! You need to stop!"

"Do I?" Honoria slapped at Daisy's ass,
spanking her until the bigger woman's flesh glowed red. A hot
thrill ran up her arm. She loved the control and Daisy's screaming
moans.

Her lips curled back off her teeth. "Hold
your ass up," she snapped, pushing Daisy into place.

On her knees, the maid was an easier target,
the soft flesh of her pussy exposed to Honoria's punishing slaps.
She bounced forward with every blow, holding on to the side of the
bed.

Was this how Robbie felt punishing her?
Honoria wanted to hold Daisy down and fuck her raw. Instead, she
let the maid go, head bowed over her aching hand.

Daisy stood slowly, chest heaving. Tears made
her eyes very shiny, and she'd bitten her lip.

"I'm sorry," said Honoria. "I don't know what
came over me, I got excited and jealous, and then it was like I
couldn't stop. I kept hitting you and…"

"You'd best help me, m'lady." Daisy slipped
out of her gown, picked Honoria up and deposited her on the bed.
When Honoria didn't move Daisy pushed her to the side and sat down,
lifting Honoria's leg up over her own. "That's better." She stroked
Honoria's belly. "Isn’t that better, m'lady? You're supposed to
push back."

Honoria shuddered heavily. Daisy was hot, wet
and open, and there was that
urge
again to pin her down and
do wicked things to her.

"Stop being
kind
to me," she
cried.

"I'm not," growled Daisy.

Her hands locked over Honoria's wrists and
suddenly Honoria was grinding and bumping Daisy, or Daisy was
grinding and bumping against Honoria. She didn't know who was doing
what, just that it felt good. Her lips parted.

Daisy grunted. "You've got to help me. It's
hard with no help."

Daisy's accent was slipping and so was
Honoria's control. She thought she'd assaulted her maid, only to
discover Daisy had liked it as much, if not more than she had.
Daisy's hard, stiff nub stroked her like a finger, pushing into
Honoria only to leave her wanting. She pushed back, but there was
no relief.

The hot burn of her abused flesh rubbed the
wet linen under sheets and fueled her frustration. She abruptly
flipped Daisy over, holding the maid's plump arms up over her head.
Opulently soft flesh cradled Honoria's leaner hips and torso.

"You smell good," she said softly.

"So do you," said Daisy. She pushed Honoria
off and rolled on top, pinning Honoria down with her wider
hips.

Honoria reached up and pulled at Daisy's
breasts, kneading the voluptuous flesh roughly. Daisy moaned and
thrust her chest forward. Honoria took it as an invitation to suck
the nearest nipple into her mouth. The thick red nub filled her
mouth. Honoria scraped it with her teeth and tied an experimental
nip.

Daisy stiffened. "That feels good."

Honoria smiled and draw the nub deeper into
her mouth, rolling the flesh with her tongue. Daisy followed her
down, trying to get more of herself into Honoria's mouth. Honoria
was drowning in billowing white flesh. She could feel the scrape of
Daisy's hairs between her legs and the larger woman's thighs
pressing her back.

To her surprise, Daisy slipped her hand
between them and abruptly pinched Honoria's nether lips. A thrill
of sensation shot through Honoria and she squirmed beneath Daisy's
relentless assault. She could feel her lips swelling between the
expert pinches and her hips thrust upwards, following that amazing
touch.

Daisy rolled off her and sat up.

"No!" cried Honoria.

Daisy's eyes glittered oddly. "Did you like
that, m'lady?" She pushed Honoria back down and ran a hand over
Honoria's almost nonexistent breasts.

Honoria sobbed out her need, "Yes!"

Daisy roughly squeezed Honoria's breast and
immediately reached down to shove her finger between Honoria's
thighs. Honoria sucked in a sharp breath as Daisy's finger slid
into her depths, immediately followed by a second and third. Daisy
wasn't matter of fact about it like Robbie, testing for the extant
of Honoria's readiness, but used her intrusion into Honoria's body
as an end in itself, pushing the tender folds out of her way as she
plundered Honoria's depths.