by Louisa Neil
“I don’t know, sir. It seems the rest of the women enjoy it sometimes, but not always.”
“What would you rather happen?”
Bettina knew she should keep her mouth shut but couldn’t. “I wish I could get married and have a home, a husband, and a real family.”
Her mother laughed in the background, and she turned to look at her, seeing only evil in her expression. “Only cultured women get married, Bettina. Don’t think a little twit like you will ever have a husband.”
“But I’ve learned a lot in the last years.” She turned back to Duvall. “I spent time working for a family as a nanny. They taught me to read and write so I could teach their children. I learned to speak some French and to oversee the household. I learned how a proper wife is supposed to behave.”
“I see, and that’s your dream, to become a proper wife. What if it doesn’t happen?”
“I don’t think I have a choice, sir.” He and her mother laughed again, and she glanced over her shoulder at her Phoebe. She had a smile on her lips, but Bettina knew it wasn’t a true smile. She knew instantly when this man left her mother would beat her.
“May I ask a question?” She turned to stare at Duvall.
“Go ahead, ask.” He dropped his leg and sat forward, closer to her.
“I’ve heard other words I don’t understand. Will you explain them to me?”
“Bettina, that’s enough. Go to your room, now.”
“No, Phoebe. Let the girl ask. What words don’t you understand?”
“I know a man’s thing is his penis and a woman has a…vagina. But there are other words I don’t understand. What is a cock, and what is a pussy? And why would any man want to put his penis in another person’s anus?”
“Cock is another word for penis. There are many others, but you’ll learn them as you go. Pussy is another word for a woman’s vagina. And a man has a right to put his dick, or his penis, in any hole of his partner. Most men like to fuck anuses because they’re so tight. It makes us come. Do you know that word? That when a man finishes he comes? Or that the fluid he releases is called his cum?”
Bettina just stood in shock and shook her head no. “There’s more, isn’t there, but you don’t want to frighten me.”
“Some things you should learn as you go.”
“Yes, sir.” Bettina noted he finished the wine in his glass and knew he’d leave soon, leave her with Phoebe to be punished. She stared at him, directly into his brown eyes, willing him to understand what would happen to her. He winked at her and she almost stopped breathing. God, he was amazing. Being this close to him and talking to him would be worth the beating.
“Phoebe, will you allow me to punish Bettina? After all, it was me she was spying on.”
“I suppose it would be reasonable. But you can’t take her pussy. She needs to remain intact until the sale.”
“Relax,” he whispered to Bettina and winked at her a second time. “I’ll not put my cock in her pussy,” he reassured Phoebe.
“Then go ahead, do what you want with her.” Phoebe stood and walked beside her. “You brought this on yourself. Take your due and don’t be a baby about it. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Duvall stood and reached for her hand, drawing her toward the table Thad had rested on. Instantly, she knew he’d use her anus for his cock and she panicked. All she could do was stare at him and hope he didn’t hurt her too badly stretching her with his large cock. What he did surprised her. “Take down the top of your gown. Let me see your breasts.”
Bettina knew not to hesitate. She looked him directly in the eyes as she fumbled with her apron and then the top of her dress, about to bare herself to him. Under it she wore only an old pair of pantaloons one of the women had given her instead of putting them in the garbage. Suddenly, she was embarrassed at the way she was dressed and wished she had fancy undies as the other ladies wore. She pulled the apron off over her head and tugged the top down over her shoulders. When her breasts were bare, she saw him smile. She wanted to relax but held still. In the cool room her nipples hardened. She decided she’d never been more embarrassed and she only had herself to blame.
“Lovely,” he said, “simply lovely.” He reached his hand to her, and she wanted to pull back but didn’t. Instead, she let him touch her breasts. He ran his fingers across her nipples and watched them turn harder. “Beautiful nipples.” He dropped his head and used the tip of his tongue to lick them. When they hardened at his touch, he flicked them with his tongue. It was hard for Bettina to stand still. Suddenly her insides were on fire. If she were alone, she’d touch herself to stop the ache. Then he used his hands to cover them. He squeezed and pinched, but didn’t hurt her like the old doctor had months earlier.
When she thought she could take no more of his touch, he covered her nipple with his mouth and sucked. All at once her body shook in a telltale shiver of release. Her mother stood in the background laughing.
“She’s responsive.”
“Yes, she is.” He continued to suck her nipple and dropped his hand between her legs. Instantly, the light stroking of his fingers gave her the same feeling, only this time she knew not to let it show. It was hard to stand still. Ultimately, she gave herself away by pushing her body harder onto his fingers.
“The business runs in the family,” her mother said, her tone cold.
“We’ll see.” Duvall took a step back and told Phoebe to come and stand behind Bettina. “Lift her skirts, let me see her pussy.” Phoebe gathered the material in her hands and drew it upward, revealing Bettina’s underclothes. Duvall grasped her hand-me-down pantaloons and tugged them down her thighs. Instantly, he pushed his fingers between her legs. When he moved them back and forth she wanted to swoon, but Phoebe’s fingers bit into her skin.
Duvall lifted his fingers and brought them to his lips. Bettina was shocked when he licked them. “Sweet, so very sweet.”
“That’s enough, Duvall.” Her mother dropped her skirts and pulled her a step back from him. “If you want more, you’ll have to pay for it.”
“How will you punish her when I leave?”
“She’ll beat me,” Bettina whispered. She knew her mother could hear her but couldn’t not say the words, even as Phoebe’s fingers bit into her skin.
Duvall looked at her and then at her mother behind her. He reached into his pocket and pulled out several coins, tossing them on the table. “Let me do it.”
Bettina caught a frightening smile cross between him and her mother.
He reached for Bettina and dragged her closer to the table, her pantaloons still around her ankles impeding her movements. He pushed her to lean forward as she’d seen Thad do. Instantly, she was afraid he’d use her back hole for his cock. Instead, he gathered her skirts and pushed them up over her back and head. She was prepared to be poked at, but he used the palm of his hand on her buttocks. She froze in panic thinking he might change to the whip. She could only pray he wouldn’t use the whip on her. Over and over he repeated the process, spanking her buttocks. She refused to cry out, but couldn’t stop the tears running down her cheeks.
He leaned close to her face and whispered. “I’ll be merciful, Bettina. Best I do this then leave it to Phoebe.” She could only whimper her positive answer. “I’m not really hurting you, am I?”
She paused to think about what Captain Duvall said. No, he wasn’t hurting her. It was embarrassing, but what she was feeling was a new kind of heat in her lady parts. Then she thought about what she must look like leaning over the table with her skirts pushed up and her undies at her ankles with him spanking her. The idea of the visual he saw made her vagina go all warm and wet, her knees almost buckling.
“Don’t let Phoebe see you like this, Bettina.” His mouth was so close to her ear when he whispered. The curls around her cheek moved with his breath. “You won’t be marked when I’m done. Just chastised for Phoebe’s benefit.”
Over and over his palm made a thwacking
noise as it contacted with her skin. Bettina caught a glance of her mother standing to the side with a true smile on her lips. She was enjoying seeing her daughter spanked and humiliated.
“Now, you’ll stop spying on anyone, won’t you?”
“Yes, sir.” She managed to say the words, but they were choked with her tears. “Now, I’ve paid Phoebe for the right to spank you. She won’t touch you again in anger. Will you, Phoebe.” It was a statement, not a question.
“No, Captain, you’ve punished her fully.”
“Good. Now nobody is to touch her in any way until the next time I come back to town. Do you understand me? Nobody, man or woman will touch her in any way that will hurt her or break her.”
“Of course. I understand you want her left virginal for your use.”
“Virginal in all ways. No blow jobs or ass fucking. I want her intact in all ways. We’ll decide on a price the next time I’m in town.” He glanced at Bettina. “Stay away from every man, do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I’ll see you in two months’ time. When I come back I want to see her dressed as a proper woman, Phoebe. And make sure nobody touches her. She doesn’t lie well, and I’ll ask her if you beat her or let another man see or touch her.”
“Nobody will touch her until your return.” Phoebe glided her hands over Bettina’s shoulders. “Go to your room now. Go to sleep. Tomorrow we’ll talk about the captain’s offer.”
“Yes, ma’am.” She glanced to Duvall. “Thank you, sir.” She forgot about her pantaloons at her ankles and almost fell as she tried to get away. She was so embarrassed that she had to pause and pull them up before she could flee.
“Good night, Bettina. I’ll be back in two months for you. Don’t worry about anything.”
“Bettina, I said go to bed.”
She left reluctantly now, not sure that her mother would keep her word. With no other choice, she scurried down to the basement, wondering what kind of deal Phoebe would make with Duvall. She knew it could have been worse, much worse. He could have actually hurt her when, in reality, her body tingled with new sensations. She knew if left to Phoebe’s terms, she’d have used a leather strap instead of her palm.
Over the next weeks, she stayed out of Phoebe’s sight. She did her work and never let on to anyone, even Susan, that she kind of liked what the captain had done to her. She didn’t tell how she envisioned being in the same position with his cock inside her, albeit without Phoebe as a witness.
The next thing that struck her was her new vocabulary. Now she thought about cocks and dicks, cum, and blow jobs. She thought about being fucked in her mouth, pussy, and ass. Bettina knew she started the whole situation when she hid to spy on her mother’s customers. She thanked the powers above that Captain Duvall had been the one to find her and chastise her.
She knew he had a long, thick cock. When Josie wasn’t watching, she stole a carrot from the kitchen and chopped off the thin end. When she was alone, she’d practice with it, teaching herself how to suck it. When she mastered the carrot, she used bananas to practice. One night she thought to push the carrot stub inside her body to see what it felt like, but she knew she might break her virgin barrier. Then she thought to use it in her anus, just to judge if she liked the feeling. She didn’t. In a moment of clarity, Bettina decided she’d rather experience these firsts with the captain.
Occasionally she wondered if Captain Duvall would really come back to buy her virginity. Oh, she hoped so. If any man was going to touch her, she wanted it to be him. She wasn’t sure but knew deep inside she loved him. Of course she wasn’t silly enough to think he’d love her, but knowing how she felt would make it easier for her to accept his touch, in all places.
She started listening to the women talk about their customers when they gathered for meals. Of course she was serving them, but she took an interest in their conversations. Before, their talk had intimidated her. Now she wanted to learn from them.
In the weeks that followed she learned there were a lot of other words for different parts of the body. Penis, besides being called a cock or dick, was sometimes called a phallus or organ. Hard-on she now related to an erection. Prick made her giggle, thinking a few of the cocks she’d seen would barely prick her, while others would burst her insides.
Pussy and vagina, she learned, were also referred to as crevice, womb, cunny, twat, and quim. She heard the word cunt in relation to it but didn’t like that word. Breasts could be small or enormous. They hung heavy or firm, were creamy or ripe. One woman was always being referred to as stacked or buxom. Tits, udders, and milkers weren’t her favorite words either.
She now knew that other words for anus were butt, tail, and posterior passage. Asses could be satiny, tight, round, ripe, swaying, and curvaceous. Orgasms she knew from the captain was considered his cum. Also she heard the terms load, juice, and semen in relation to the same act. She noted the women were very descriptive when describing how the men who paid for their services fucked them. Some words, like drive, grind, and swoon didn’t bother her. Others, like plunge, piston, and pile-drive made her anxious. Others didn’t make sense at all. Corkscrew, nail, and hammer had different meanings to her. Heaving made her think of how the men breathed when they’d had their orgasm. Orgasm fluid she learned was referred to as seed, juice, splatter, shower, cream, and spurting.
After a while she became desensitized to the terms and the actions. Deep down, she still wished that the captain would come back to her as he promised. Yet she had to accept that he might have forgotten all about her. All Bettina knew was that she was running out of time. Soon the fall would turn to the New Year, and when that happened Phoebe would auction her off. After that, she’d become one of the women of the house. Susan continued to tell her not to put her hopes on a stranger and to accept and embrace her fate. She, too, would be sold for her virginity the following spring. The only thing she did manage was to stay away from her mother. She was never caught spying on her or any of the women again, and when the club was open, she stayed in the basement.
Chapter Four
Gaston had been in a strange mood when he returned from Phoebe’s Gentlemen’s Club that night a month ago, Stewart recalled. After a few drinks, they sat before the fire and he told him about Phoebe’s daughter. Told him how beautiful she was and what potential he saw in her. He was especially surprised that she admitted the girl was hers, adding Phoebe must have worked out an angle to get more money for her.
“Are you saying you want to purchase her virginity?” Stewart asked.
“Yes. But not for prying or public eyes. Rather, I think she might fit us both.”
“What does that mean?”
“I’ve been thinking about this. I think it’s time for us to have our own woman. This girl is young and malleable. She’ll be grateful to us for taking her away from Phoebe’s whorehouse. She already knows what her life will be like if she stays there. I figured she could service us both.”
“You want to buy the girl permanently?” Stewart had laughed at his friend and partner. “You with the short attention span for any person, man or woman?”
“Yes, this time it’s different. I’d like us to buy her outright from Phoebe. She can be a consort to both of us.” Gaston sipped from his drink. “It’s not like we haven’t shared women in the past, or men for that matter. What I see is a young woman on the cusp of adulthood. I think we’d be able to train her to our benefit.”
“Besides sex, what else do you see her doing for us?”
“Well, with a bit of training, she’ll make a good impression on our customers. We’ll teach her about wine and spirits and she’ll be able to help us sell our imports.”
“You just want to train her to take your hand and whip,” Stewart said while laughing. “You’ve never wanted to keep a woman before. You always say they annoy you with their feminine ways and maneuvering.”
“I know. This girl is different. I’d like you to go and meet her. Don’t let Ph
oebe know you’re coming. Just drop by at an odd time and make sure she isn’t selling the girl already.”
“I can do that. But to what end?”
“I feel since we’ve decided to make our home permanently in Manhattan, she’ll be an asset. Of course, she’ll need some cleaning up and new clothes.”
“Phoebe will ask a high price if you expect to buy her outright and take her away permanently.”
“Well worth the price from my perspective. Stewart, she’s so responsive, so eager to please.”
“So you had an encounter with her?”
“By chance. I caught someone spying on me and called her in. I couldn’t believe this angelic girl could be Phoebe’s child. But apparently she is. It was all I could do to keep from losing my load when Phoebe made her bare her chest to me. She has the most perfect breasts and nipples. The girl is responsive when treated right.”
“And there’s more. I can tell from the look on your face.”
“I had to make an instant decision. Phoebe was going to beat her for spying. I paid her to let me do it instead.”
“You paid Phoebe to let you beat her child? That must have cost a lot.”
“I just spanked her ass with my hand, but what a beautiful ass. And her pussy is covered with a light layer of brunette curls. The girl is untouched, except by a doctor. From her brief description and repulsion at the memory, I can only imagine how Phoebe had her virginity checked and by who. But, in the end, I made Phoebe agree not to let anyone else see or touch her until I get back from this trip.”
“What did that cost?” Stewart joked.
“Enough.”
“So what do you want from me?”
“I’d like you to check on her, make sure Phoebe is abiding by our agreement and decide if you’d be interested in having her with us.” Gaston leaned forward. “She’s trainable, Stewart. With the right approach, she’ll be an asset to us both.”
“All right, I’ll give it a few weeks and check on her.”
“Thank you. If you’re not as impressed as I was, we’ll pay for her virginity and leave her with Phoebe.”
