Thread: To The Manor Born (Crystalia and Thomas_Waller)

Charles sat brooding in his carriage. What was taking the cretin's so long? He had picked up his parcel from Fielding's shop over an hour ago and still had received no word from his henchmen. He had dispatched the three of them this morning with instructions to follow the Fielding girl throughout the day. They were to snatch her anytime in the late afternoon and deliver the girl to his waiting carriage. Deliver her to this very spot. He sporadically read from his leather-bound volume of De Sade's latest work, Philosophy In The Bedroom . But, the suggestions within the writings, the anticipation of a captive Arial, and his own sexual musings, only served to goad his sexual frustration. For the hundredth time Charles drew back the curtains and searched for any sign of his kidnappers and their victim. At last, a rapping on the roof of the carriage by his driver alerted the Duke to the arrival of his expectations. Charles opened the door to the carriage, sat back smugly and awaited his prize. Aria was clumsily deposited on the floor of his carriage. Her hands were bound in front of her in a crisscross pattern, and a lead for pulling her hung from the make-shift cuffs. She had been blindfolded and her clothing was awry. The brigands had specific instructions not to rape the girl but no doubt exploring hands had fondled her. That was to be expected. Charles shuffled himself until he sat directly across from her as the carriage quickly proceeded to Wilton Castle. His legs were spread wide with one placed on either side of her. She sat semi upright on the floor of the carriage. He brought his hands to her face and caressed each cheek. Well, my little sparrow. We will have some wondrous adventures together. He could see down her gathered top and beheld her impeccably rounded tits. Like a gourmet with his meal he studied her shape, her cascading hair, her vulnerability. He was in no hurry now to indulge his tastes but would rather tease himself with the possibilities. His cock was raging in his trousers. He pulled on the lead which bound her hands and then clasped her by both wrists. It is I, the Duke of Wilton. No doubt you saw me yesterday in your mother's shop. I have abducted you for my own purposes. It is an ancient practice, an exchange between the village and the castle, so to speak. He kissed both her hands first on the backs then on the palms. Next, he licked her palms. Have you felt a grown man's cock Aria? He brought her hands down to his lap and pressing on the back of her hands he moved them up and down against his engorged cock. You make my cock hard by just the sight of you my pretty. I am thinking now of your naked body, bound and splayed for my amusement. Has anyone explored your young naked body yet, my pet? Is your sweet little cunt untouched? Hmmm, is it? Is your tender asshole still unbroken? The suggestion he was making excited him so that he pumped her hands along the length of his cock with increasing vigor. Can you feel how long it is my robin? How it longs to fuck you? I feel it only fair to warn you that my desires tend to a cruel and violent direction. But, you will experience that soon enough. He momentarily released one of her hands to extract his cock from his trousers. It now waved about obscenely in the open. He regained both her hands and brought them to wrap around the naked shaft of his cock. There you go, my darling. Take my hot cock into your fists and bring me to climax. It will be the first of many. He asked her to perform but wrapped his own large hand over hers and gave her little choice but to masturbate his throbbing cock. He began to buck and groan as his cock shot off jet after jet of hot cum, splatting over Arial's upper breasts and spilling over both their hands. As he milked himself completely the carriage pulled up to a halt outside of Wilton Castle