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Jane meandered around the pen with the other girls, each waiting their turn on the block. She was silent, speaking to no one. Her eyes scanned over the multitude of men surrounding the stage.
“There are hundreds,” she thought.
Taking stock of the women inside the pen, she made the count twenty and seven.
Perhaps ten men for each woman. She smiled a slight smile. With her beauty she was all but guaranteed a wealthy husband. She waited anxiously for her turn on the block.
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George received a message from the Duke. On a small piece of paper were the words, "A demonstration is in order". There was nothing else, but nothing else was needed. He walked swiftly to the pen, hoping the girl he would use for the “demonstration” was still available.
A quick glance into the pen told him she was.
“You," he called, pointing toward Jane. “Your time has come,” a devilish smile upon his face.
“At last," Jane whispered.
She thought she would be put for sale. She had no idea what was to come before.
A thought had once entered George's mind. The brazen acts performed here could be the ruination of a man, especially a noble. A few words in the right ear could gain him a few hundred quid in his hand.
He had asked another, older handler why not even a peep had ever been spoken or heard of such a large gathering as this. He was told a story.
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Some twenty years back a low merchant had somehow become an invitee. He attended, was well dressed, well mannered. He “inspected” many girls, but purchased none. He left as he had come, alone.
The next day, while soused in a pub, he had whispered to a close friend, tales of what he had seen, whom he had seen and the acts he had seen. Upon hearing the outrageous words his friend spoke, he put it down as the tales of a drunkard, no more.
The next day, the merchant's wife rose without him. This was not an uncommon occurrence. She heard a bone chilling scream and opened her front door. There, on the ground, was her husband. He had been surgically segmented, then each segment had been carefully placed on the ground. His head was severed from his body, as were his arms and legs. These had been cut into portions. Shoulder to elbow, forearm to wrist, hand set alone. Similar cuts had been done to his legs. His torso had been bisected at the hips.
There was not a speck of blood anywhere. Each portion had been sealed where it was severed from the whole. His wife fainted back into the house. Nailed to his outstretched tongue was a piece of ordinary paper with three words printed on it, “Silence is Golden”.
No one ever understood this cryptic note, or its meaning, that was, besides the one person he had confided in. A similar note had been nailed to his door. He knew immediately its meaning. He never spoke a word of what his friend had told him. He had died of natural causes a few years later, and he took the words to his grave. Since then, no one ever spoke a word about the Parade.
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George reached the device his girl was to be bound to. It had a bed of rough hewn boards, on this horse glue had been applied, then a covering of small, rough stones. It had a mechanism that tilted and turned the bed at its middle. Iron shackles for wrists and ankles lay open.
“Lay," he ordered Jane.
Looking at the stones that would surely injure her, she steeled herself and lay on the boards. She felt the stones dig into her flesh, rubbing callously at every movement. Her shackles were closed and the bed tilted vertically. She looked out at the sea of men before her, anticipation on their faces. In shame she felt her small, pink nipples harden and her cunt become wet. She barely felt the stones against the flesh of her back.
Lord Edward saw her as soon as she mounted the stage. Her slim, slender body, her gold hair, her nakedness. His member, already hard and threatening to tear open his pants, throbbed.
“Her," he said to the Duke. “This one," he pointed to Jane. “I will inspect her."
“A demonstration is to be made of her, my friend," The Duke informed him. “Afterward, she is yours to do with as you please,"
“No," Edward spoke in a commanding voice. “If a demonstration is to be made, I shall be her instructor," his eyes met the Duke's. Though most formalities had been dropped, the Duke was above the Earl's station. To utter a command to him was an insult that demanded retort.
Eyes locked on Edwards, the Duke finally broke with a smile.
“Edward. In all the years I have never seen you so vexed by a simple demonstration. Could this one be of more than interest to you?” he asked.
There was a cruelty in his voice, but there was also admiration. The Duke never considered Lord Edward as a lackey, he was more of a peer.
“So be it, my friend," The Duke conceded. “Instruct her. But instruct her well," he warned. “But know this," he continued. “She will still perform fellatio on my handler," Edward knew this was an order, not a statement.
“Very well, but my instruction shall come first,” Edward responded.
He wanted this girl for his own. A living reminder of his Jane, and neither coin nor act would keep her from him. With this he moved with a steady stride to the platform. He climbed upon it and made his way to where the girl had been bound.
“Lord Edward," Gorge spoke with reverence and respect. “By the Duke's order she is to be made a demonstration of," he told him.
“And I shall be her instructor," Edward told him, eyes sharp and piercing.
“As you wish, My Lord," George spoke as he backed away.
“Stay close, handler," the Earl told him as he removed his suit jacket. “You shall not be denied."
George stopped where he was and stood quietly, waiting his turn.
Jane looked intently at the well dressed man giving orders to the handler. A familiarity rose inside her.
“I know this man,” she told herself.
She looked closer at his face.
“Oh my God," she yelled in her mind. “Edward, Edward Cross. Robert's brother and my brother by law.”
Rather than revulsion at the thought of sex acts with him, arousal took its place.
“My brother by law will be my lover," she told herself, heightening her already intense sense of arousal. Her breasts pained her as her swollen, pink nipples hardened. She felt a sensation between her legs. It was an ache that could only be remedied by insertion. She waited, lips moist, for Edward to begin.
He promptly began to explore her body.
Edward, bare chested, let his hands touch the soft, pale flesh of the girl. It was finer than any cloth could hope to be. With one hand he ran over her breast, thumbing her erect, pink nipple softly, the other hand ran over her curvaceous hips. Moans of pleasure rewarded his soft touch. His mouth took most of her tit in, tongue swirling around its nipple.
The girl's moans grew.
Edwards' hand was now between the girl's legs, rubbing her cunt lips slowly with his middle and fore fingers. They weren't just moist, they were wet. He slid his middle finger past her cunt lips and into her. Her vaginal cavity became a sea of her cum. Moments later, long moans told him this was true. He had made her cum with only his fingers inside her, his mouth sucking her tit and tonguing her small, pink bud. A button popped from his fly.
He must be inside her mouth, now.
Withdrawing his fingers slowly, he found them covered with the girl's sweet, sticky dew. He placed them into her mouth and watched as she sucked and licked her own essence off of them.
“Release her shackles," Edward commanded of George, who hurriedly complied.
Jane was free of her bonds.
“Kneel girl," Lord Edward order. Jane did so with no hesitation. “You will take me in your mouth," he told her.
“Yes, My Lord," she replied. Her voice was sweet on Edwards ears.
“You," Edward gestured to George. “You wish the same?” He asked.
“Very much, My Lord," George responded.
“Then
we shall waste no time," Edward told him. “She will take us both, now."
“As you wish, My Lord," George smiled as he removed his trousers and undergarments. Edward had done the same. He looked down at the girl. She seemed more than ready to take them both, together.
“You beautiful whore," he thought as he stood beside Edward.
Edward looked down upon the girl and spoke a single word, “Begin".
Jane began.
Her warm, moist mouth encircled Edwards cock head as her hand began to slowly slide up and down on her brother's enormous, silken member. Both men moaned in delight, almost unaware of each other.
Jane took more of Edwards stout, thick cock into her mouth, moving her head back and forth slowly, yet deliberately. Her hand on her brother's cock moved more quickly, exacting louder moans. In an almost cat-like instant she turned the tables.
Her brother's long, hard staff was in her mouth while her hand made its way up and down Edwards thick shaft. She had let out a moan as her brother's moans grew louder, in pleasure, when the switch was made. Now both made noises of excitement and arousal.
George grasped the girl's head from the back and forced more of his enormity into her mouth. He was startled by just how easy this girl took most of his length into her mouth, and now throat. He rocked his hips back and forth, fucking this wet, slippery mouth. He saw froth from the girl's saliva shoot out with every thrust of his hips. The sight of this drove him mad, then, without the slightest indication, she pushed his throbbing, purple tipped shaft from her mouth, while at the same time releasing Edwards pulsing member from her hand.
Jane lay on her back for all to see.
“Take me with your mouth, My Lord," she begged of Edward, then, turning her gaze to her brother George she told him.
“Mount my mouth as I lay here," both men took their positions with zeal.
Edward's mouth lapped up the girls honey dew as it exited her body, his hands cupped her small, firm ass. It was sweet and thick in his mouth. His tongue flicked her cunt's budding clitoris as fast as he could move it. He felt the girl's cunt muscles contract and, with a muffled noise, she squirted her essence from herself, onto Edwards' face.
She came like a fountain, stream after stream of hot, thick honey dew covered his face as he made all efforts to consume every drop.
Her brother had straddled her face, plunging his slick cock far into her throat, past her lips and mouth.
He rocked slowly back and forth as his cock fucked the girl's face to its root. His ball sack striking her chin like a mallet, her hands holding his ass cheeks, pulling him in even further.
Edward moved to his knees. Taking the slender girl's small ass in hand, he lifted her and spread her legs. Moving by instinct only, no rational thoughts in his mind, he forced his cock past her anus and deep into her. She was slick even inside this orifice. Edward pummeled her ass and rectum mercilessly. Each thrust found his dark pubic hair obscuring the tight, pink ring that was her anus. His entire strong, thick member was buried deep into the girl. He knew he would soon spew his essence into the darkness of her rectum.
George could hold back no more. Holding the girl by the back of her head, he came deep into her mouth and throat. The girl let out a sound between a gurgle and scream. He felt her small hands pushing hard against his hips. He allowed himself to be moved.
Jane thought she would drown as her brothers cum filled her mouth and throat. She could taste the sweet salt of his seed.
Nothing had ever tasted so good.
Finally, she was able to push her brother back, relieving the drowning sensation and replacing it with a hunger for every drop of his cum. She gulped back, swallow after swallow, the dense, milk-white fluid passing into her stomach.
She could feel his cum escaping her mouth around the edges, winding down her chin to her chest. She pulled her brothers deflating staff further into her mouth until she had swallowed all that there was of his cum. With a force, Jane pushed her brother's man meat from her mouth, quickly calling.
“My Lord, let me taste of you. Let me swallow of seed. I beg of you."
Jane was able to kneel as Edward withdrew his cock from her ass. George threw him a wet cloth to clean his shaft. He did so quickly, then entered the girl's sopping mouth.
Jane felt Edwards cock slip effortlessly over her lips and deep into her throat. He drove his pulsing, thick member deep to the root into her mouth, only withdrawing a small amount of his flesh before thrusting again in hard. She took him entirely.
She looked up at Edward and saw his face covered in her cum. Her honey dew now sticky on his face, his eyes closed, hips rocking. With a moan deep from his soul, she felt a flood of his cum filling her mouth and down her throat. Like a seal swallowing a fish, she swallowed all Edward had, burst after burst of his steamy sweet seed. Again, cum escaped her mouth from the sheer volume that had exploded into her mouth. Jane felt it cover her lips to her cheeks, before it fell onto her pale chest.
Then, it was over.
Jane knelt, mask on, in front of her naked brother and a just-as-naked Lord Edward Cross. As she was covered in their cum, they were covered in hers, their sweat mingling with her sticky cum.
George walked drunkenly to a pail of clothes soaking in water. He picked up three of them, distributing them to Edward and the girl.
“By God that was something," he told himself.
The three of them cleansed themselves as best they could with the wet cloths. Jane, still on her knees, her gaze passing from Edward to her brother, then back.
Throwing the cloth to the floorboards Edward commanded Jane “Rise".
She did as she was told, taking Edwards outstretched hand. She stood tall, with no shame. Her body glistened in the light of the flickering torches. Her breasts protruding proudly from her chest, her almost unseen pubic hair holding droplets of water.
Edward then spoke.
“I will have you," he said in his noble born voice.
Jane said nothing, as was expected of her.
“Her price, handler?” Edward looked at George.
George moved closer to the girl that was his step sister, yet unknown. Running his eyes over the mask he raised his head up and spoke clearly.
“Seven-hundred pounds, My Lord, no more,"
“See to it that she is bathed and made ready to wed," Lord Edward commanded. George obeyed without question.
By this time Edward had put on his pants and shirt, its tongues falling loosely behind him. A man he had not seen collected the remainder of his clothes and followed him off the platform toward the paymaster.
He stood in front of the paymasters desk.
“Her," he need not point nor in any way identify the girl. They had all watched the spectacle.
“Seven-hundred pounds sterling, My Lord," the paymaster informed him, slipping a sheaf of paper, ink and quill and a red candle to him across the desk.
Edward wrote. “Livestock. Purchased from the noble Duke of Windsor for the sum of seven-hundred pounds Sterling. Pay any man carrying this sheaf."
He made his signature, then, picking up the candle he expertly dropped a small pool of the wax onto the paper. He then pressed his signet ring firmly into the congealing wax. When he removed it a perfect negative of the Crest of Sutton stood out from the wax.
“Congratulations, My Lord," said the paymaster, pushing the sheaf of paper to the side, waiting for the wax to become solid.
He pushed a small card to Edward. On it was written “Girl, gold of hair, slender of build. Number 14 to the stocks. Paid full the sum of seven-hundred pounds sterling."
This was the girl's “owners certificate". The man who carried the remainder of his clothes finally spoke.
“If you would come with me, My Lord, I will take you to the chambers where you may bathe. I shall have your clothes pressed, to await you," the small, diminutive man informed him. “Your girl is being made ready for the wedding, My Lord," he finished.
“Very well, you ma
y lead the way," Edward spoke firmly.
“By all means, My Lord. If you would follow me," The man gestured toward the mansion. Edward followed the man into the great, stone house.
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Jane was led to a small area in the Gardens of the grounds. A clearing of sorts. There, she saw a copper tub with the remnants of a fire under it. Steam rose from the tub.
There were two young girls who ushered her into the tub. Neither said a word as they placed soap and a cloth in her hands. Jane said “thank you," but only received silence as a reply.
She lathered the soap in her hands and in the cloth. The smell of lavender filled the air around her. She washed herself well, ensuring every portion of her body was clean. One of the girls took the cloth and washed her back. When she felt she was ready, Jane rose from the tub, with the girls holding her hands for balance.
Jane stepped from the tub onto the soft grass. It felt good under her feet and between her toes. A towel was offered and accepted. Jane dabbed the water from her body, though the warm breeze had done most of the work. She looked around the clearing, expecting clothes to be given to her. All she saw was a long, white lace cape. The girls brought it to her and she placed it on her shoulders. It covered nothing of her front, only her backside, and even then, only through an almost sheer lace.
A chair with plush purple velvet covering awaited her. Jane sat, enjoying the feel of the padding beneath the velvet and the soft backrest of the chair.
She waited.
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Robert had bathed himself, no servant near. As he stood, toweling off naked in front of the mirror, a feeling of pride and achievement swept over him. His patience had rewarded him handsomely. He had attended the parades for many years and had seen many women, some, even a close resemblance to his Jane Somerset, but always, something was missing. He could have settled for a close approximation many times. He didn't. Now he had this girl who reminded him so much of his Jane it was uncanny.
Edward would marry this girl. This girl he had never been formally introduced, this girl who was faceless and nameless to him, This girl he knew nothing of, this girl who resembled his Jane so much, and that was enough.
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