Thread: A Victorian Tale... Innocence Corrupted (Silvamoon and ThomasWaller)

David sluggishly entered his flat. How could he explain what he had been through. How could he tell her the lurid details of his evening with Lady Shaddington and her demented husband. His angst turned into panic as he saw the boken goblet and the tippled tea table. Josie! he called over and again as he burst into the bedroom. There his heart and his body froze. His beautiful Josie was tied splayed to the bedposts. He dare not think. He dare not do anything but untie the binds which dug into her flesh. He sat her up and took her into his arms. Hugging each other they rocked on the bed for the longest time. They both were in tears and all he kept repeating was Oh my Jo-Jo. My lovely, lovely Jo-Jo. He tried on a number of occasions to pull back and look at her talk to her but she would not let go. So, they rocked back and forth for at least an hour. I was told my Jo-Jo that I was to perform, to satisfy the Lord and Lady Shaddington or else you would be hurt. I believed you would be safe. I left you here and will never, never forgive myself. I am going to kill him Josie. This very evening I am going to kill him. I don't care about the outcome. He does not deserve to live. If I am gone perhaps there is no use to carry this thing further. He closed his eyes and replayed some of his evening with the perverted couple. He directed his wife and David as they fucked and performed oral sex upon each other. The pair of thugs that brought him to their home sat in the chamber adjoining the bedroom. David could hear them laughing and talking. It was they who threatened Josie if David did not provide complete satisfaction. David had shuddered as Lord Shaddington took hold of David's cock and slid it inside his wife. David had never had a man touch him sexually and it sickened him. But, he complied for Josie. He would keep her safe. Josie cried herself limp. David lay her down and covered her nakedness with the sheets. You are never to think my darling that you are one jot lower in my loving estimation. I love you as much, no more than ever. She was no longer sobbing but struggled to catch her breath. David left her for a moment. She was sure he was going to hold her and climb into bed with her. Instead he appeared at the bedroom door with a cleaver in his hand. He announced that he had the deed to do and ran from the apartments. Josie ran to the door but it was too late. He was gone. Not an hour later, she heard his key in the door and raced across the room to meet him. To her shock and dismay it was Smithers. Typical, oh so typical. Will nobody try something original. I tire of the ease of it all. We of course have David and his ridiculous butcher's cleaver. He did very well my dear with the Shaddingtons. They were enthusiastic and smitten with him. I would hate to lose him. But, it is your turn to go out on your first job. You will be seductive, coy and a sexual harlot. Your client is an older man Count Vincourt, flatter him, bring him to a number of orgasms. You will spend tomorrow night with him. You will sleep with him. David is with us and we will torture him if we are not happy with you. We are not above slaughtering him and dropping him at your feet. I and a number of my friends will be here to pick you up tomorrow at six pm. Be dressed seductively and ready to perform. David's life depends on your performance my dear. Do not doubt that for an instant. Then, the monstyer was gone.....