A Victorian Tale

A Victorian Tale!

Part Seven - Repeatedly rescued!

The new man was not handsome but he was athletic. Jennifer decided to call him the athletic man because it was obvious she was not going to be told anybody's real names. The Lord's companions clearly valued their anonymity. He looked tough with close cropped dark hair and muscular arms and legs. The handsome man had been the essence of a hero in a novel, attractive and personable, but this new man looked as if he was actually capable of fighting a battle, or killing a sea monster.

He posed her without a word but gave a little grunt of passion as he touched her limbs. The ring was working. He wasn't interested in her breasts but spent a while spreading the skirt of the robe so that Jennifer's hairy sex was fully on display. Once he had things arranged he pushed his fingers between her thighs and rubbed her three times. He pulled his fingers out. They were covered in Jennifer's juices and the handsome man's seed. He licked his fingers, drew his sword, and took up a very active pose with the sword over his head.

Touching her had had its inevitable effect on him too and his manhood had risen to poke out. Jennifer glanced over thinking, after he's used that weapon against the monster he's going to use his weapon on me.

The exposure was taken and they moved to the bed. This time Jennifer was more prepared and slid out of the Greek robe to stand by the athletic man. Without his armour she could see his well defined muscles on his chest and abdomen which were no less impressive than those on his arms and legs. She waited.

For the first exposure he made her kneel and kiss his manhood. This was just like a studio exposure so it was easy for her to arrange her body. She put her lips near, but his phallus twitched and grew a little so she ended up actually kissing it. The exposure has barely been taken, and Lucien indicated it was alright to move, when the athletic man picked Jennifer up and threw her onto the bed and covered her.

This time there was no hesitancy. Jennifer was not able to finish the words from her script before the man had penetrated her. He rammed in hard and fast and it was only the fact that his manhood was short and stubby that prevented him from hitting her womb. Jennifer made an appreciative gasp and then the hammering began. And this man lasted a lot longer than the handsome man.

He grunted with each thrust like Jennifer imagined a weightlifter would when lifting a heavy set of weights. His head was down by her ear so the sound, and his exhale of breath, filled her head as he filled her vagina with hot flesh. Dozens of strikes later, perhaps a quarter of an hour, and Jennifer felt her climax rising. He seemed not to notice and ploughed on until he eventually stiffened and cried out.

"Yuss!!!"

"Aaaaaah," moaned Jennifer, feeling that she should say something to acknowledge his ejaculation. Then her climax hit her and there was no need to fake her cries.

Lucien captured the moment for all eternity on a silver nitride plate.

"God's teeth," said the athletic man. "You're a good lay. And I love taking a woman with seed in her!"

Then he was gone and, after a brief delay, the next man arrived. Or rather the next two men.

"Take your time, Sir Rupert," said a deep voice.

Around the rock came an old man using a walking cane. He was dressed but with little armour. In fact, Jennifer thought, he would probably fall over if he had to wear what the previous two men had worn. He was skinny and looked older even than the Vicar. All wrinkles and scraggly hair, which had turned white with age. He made slow progress, his servant supporting his arm, and the servant made Jennifer gasp.

He was a giant of a man, perhaps eight feet tall. A full head and shoulders above any man she had seen before, though his movements were gentle and he seemed very attentive to the old man. He was dressed like some sort of gladiator in a costume of leather straps and, fastened to the straps, the biggest codpiece Jennifer had ever seen. It was also made from leather and reached up to the middle of his chest. It stood vertical, which was a good thing because if it had been the slightest way towards horizontal it would have made performing servant duties very difficult. Jennifer was reminded of the codpieces worn by Henry VIII that were very long and with impossible girth.

However this man might not be boasting, Jennifer thought, as under the codpiece swung a massive scrotum with testicles that appeared to be the size of duck eggs.

In addition to the main straps there were various thongs and strips of leather then dangled and swayed as he moved. Perhaps to attach pieces of armour in the arena, Jennifer thought.

"How would you like the girl?" asked Lucien.

"Titties out!" croaked Sir Rupert. "I want to see 'em! I hope they're good."

Well, thought Jennifer, as the servant pulled the top of her robe down to reveal both her breasts, they're better than they were a week ago. And, as the cloth fell away, she was pleased how they stood out from her chest. They were actually beginning to block her view down her own body, which was nice. If this continues, she thought, I'm only going to be able to study my waist and hips in a mirror.

"Plump up her nips," ordered Sir Rupert.

The servant rubbed Jennifer's nipples until they rose and, tweaking them between finger and thumb, he lowered his head and ran his tongue over them. Strangely, he seemed unaffected by the ring. She, in contrast, was much affected. Her nipples became more erect than she had ever experienced. And... suddenly... she could see the servant's eyes were not human.

Jennifer knew the ring would inform her and did not try to rush the knowledge. She looked deep into his green eyes with their diamond shaped pupil.

Ogre!

The word arrived in her mind along with the knowledge that these people were very long lived and ancient fey.

"Ogre," Jennifer whispered.

"Sorceress!" he replied, and bowed his head.

"Don't bow to the bint!" said Sir Rupert. "She's just a harlot. Now come and help me with the sword."

The ogre moved to assist his master and a sword was put into Sir Rupert's hand. The old man's arm immediately sagged with the weight. The ogre took the tip and held it high while Lucien got ready, Jennifer screamed her desperate plea to be rescued from Cetus the sea monster, and - as Lucien nodded - the ogre stepped out of shot and Lucien took the exposure. The sword had lowered a little but was still looking dangerous.

Sir Rupert dropped the sword. It clattered onto the floor as he shuffled his way towards the bed. Jennifer watched him go as the ogre released her from the rock. She had traveled all the way down here to London to avoid a geriatric lover and it looked like she was going to copulate with someone even older than the Vicar.

She moved to the bedside and compliantly waited to be posed for the reward scene. Was Sir Rupert actually going to have sex with her, she wondered? Or was he going to ask his servant to act as a surrogate? She had read that some kings in the past had used servants to make sure their young queens were well satisfied, if they couldn't do it themselves.

"Sit on the edge of the bed, you whore," sniggered Sir Rupert. "And get that robe off!"

The ogre was more of a gentleman and helped her remove her robe.

"Legs wide," giggled Sir Rupert. "I want to see lots of pussy!"

Jennifer opened her legs as wide as her position on the edge of the bed would permit. The ogre helped his master out of his Greek garments. Sir Rupert was skinny and wrinkly with thin arms and legs and a little pot belly. His manhood was quite long and his balls hung low between his legs, but there was no sign of an erection at this moment.

Jennifer said her lines and waited. Sir Rupert grabbed one of her breasts and posed himself. Lucien took the exposure. Then Sir Rupert shouted at his servant.

"Wank me, Tak," he demanded. "Get me up. I want this harlot to take my length."

The ogre stepped forward to perform the deed, possibly having done this many times before for his master, but Jennifer thought she might be able to do better.

"Let me, please, my hero," she said, looking straight in Sir Rupert's eyes. "It would be my honour to feel the hard flesh of my rescuer's manhood before you plunge it into me."

Sir Rupert was a little surprised. Perhaps the harlots he had lain with over the years had never used such flowery language. He nodded, excitedly. Jennifer reached down and applied the fingers of both hands, hoping the ring could cope with such extreme age. To try to ensure success she ran the ring up the length of Sir Rupert's phallus, ensuring it stayed in contact all his length, and then she wet her fingers with her own secretions, and the seed of two men, and applied that like a balm.

His manhood rose to the occasion, and the blood expanded it until it was really quite impressive. He must have been quite the stud in his day, Jennifer thought. Sir Rupert became very excited.

"Tak, lock into me," he demanded. "I need your strength to help me give this whore a good seeing to."

He shuffled into position between Jennifer's thighs. It was evident he was going to take her as she sat. He grabbed her breasts and the ogre moved in behind him. Jennifer was fascinated. What was Tak going to do? She leaned forwards a little, pressing her breasts against Sir Rupert's hands, and was able - by this position - to see what the ogre was doing behind him.

Tak licked his giant thumb and pressed it into Sir Rupert's anus. There was a moment of pressure and then a grunt of satisfaction from his master. This was understandable since the ogre's thumb was as thick as many men's manhood. Tak then curved his other fingers between his master's legs, touching his scrotum, which effectively locked his hand into place. Jennifer guided Sir Rupert's manhood to her vagina and Tak pushed, hard. Sir Rupert slid in smoothly and the strangest copulating that Jennifer had experienced so far, commenced.

Jennifer provided the vagina, Sir Rupert the phallus, and Tak the motive power. He was like the piston of a train pushing the wheels. His strength meant that his master could concentrate on standing up, and mauling and kissing Jennifer's breasts, while his hips were moved back and forth by his servant.

"Faster!" Sir Rupert commanded. Tak went faster.

After about five minutes, during which Sir Rupert's manhood had continued firm and strong, it seemed as if the noble was approaching his climax.

"God's teeth, faster, and harder," Sir Rupert commanded. Tak went faster and ensured that his master's abdomen struck Jennifer's sex lips with a solid impact on each thrust.

To his master's delight this carried on for a further five minutes. Sir Rupert continued to maul Jennifer's breasts and some dribble fell onto her in his excitement.

"Hold me in! Hold me in!" screamed Sir Rupert, as he finally reached his climax.

Tak held him firmly inside her and Jennifer grabbed hold of Sir Rupert's shoulders and showered his face with kisses as she felt his ejaculate pumping into her.

"Oh my hero, my hero," she gasped.

Lucien took the shot once both had finished trembling. He had moved the camera during the sex so that it was clear in the shot that this weirdly aged Perseus was fully penetrating the youthful Andromeda.

Tak, who had removed his thumb and moved out of the way for the exposure, helped his master dress. Sir Rupert did not look back or say anything to Jennifer as he shuffled away to rejoin the Lord's friends. He was too busy telling his manservant how well he, Sir Rupert, had done. But Tak glanced back and smiled. Just once, but it was a lingering smile that suggested, to Jennifer, that he was very pleased that his master was pleased.

When the door opened for Sir Rupert's triumphant return there was a chorus of cheers and lewd remarks. Jennifer listened closely for any sounds from Hazel, but heard nothing.

The next hero was young, about Jennifer's own age, and was happy for her to pose herself on the rock. She chose a twisted position as if she was trying to get free of the chains, that meant her breasts and bottom were silhouetted through the gauzy garment.

The lad was very handy with his sword and made a few cuts aimed at the sea monster, then chose a dramatic pose where he seemed about to lunge forward and stab the thing.

The bedding of Andromeda was even more interesting. Having stripped her, and himself, young Perseus laid her down on the bed with her head on the pillow. She felt a little shy, the lad was definitely no older than herself. He stared down at her nakedness, then he got on the bed himself and positioned himself with both knees either side of her right leg - the one closest to the camera. She expected him to cover her but he reached down and lifted her left leg until her foot was over his right shoulder. He was already erect before he touched her but whispered to himself.

"Hell, I feel so randy tonight."

He shuffled forward and very competently twisted her body slightly towards the camera. Now she was showing her hairy sex to the lens and he pushed into her

vagina until he had filled her. Jennifer gave an appreciative grunt. Her body being slightly twisted towards Lucien meant she could caress her own breasts and open her mouth in a great O for him, which she did.

"No," said the lad. "Put your hands behind your head. It lifts your titties. Keep the mouth like that though, I like it, and you'll soon be making that mouth for real."

Jennifer did as she was told and her breasts did move upwards. A novel experience since previously her flat breasts had never moved much at all.

Lucien took the exposure.

The lad moved his hands down to put one around her raised thigh so he could pull against her. The result was he had arranged to have lots of leverage for his thrusting. He did this in such a practiced way that Jennifer realised he was more competent than his young years suggested.

Mind you, she thought, if he's the son of an aristocrat then he's probably been encouraged for the last few years to go out and 'sow his wild oats' before marriage. He might even have been given a tutor to help him learn. He will have worked his way through all the female servants in the Manor and then, perhaps, been taken out onto the estate where the wives and daughters of the tenants would have been his for the asking.

"Uuuuh!" Jennifer gasped. The lad was sucking her big toe and caressing her clitoris at the same time, a combination of sensations that drove her wild in a few moments. She jerked and twisted on the bed as he grinned down at her.

"You're gonna cum on my cock," he said. "I'm gonna make you scream, you whore."

I'm the daughter of a Squire, she thought, and nearly as noble as you. I'm not a whore, or a harlot, but a... oh God... that feels so good.

The lad had started to thrust, ramming his phallus into her with slow, powerful strokes. She was right thinking that his hand holding onto her thigh would give him leverage, he was pushing hard into her sex and rubbing her clitoris with every stroke with the other hand. Then he started to speed up and soon he was bashing away at her and screaming.

"Take it! Take it! Take it!"

"Uh uh uh," groaned Jennifer as his manhood stirred her. It was not very fat but it was curved slightly and very hard. The rubbing it was providing on the upper wall of her vagina was very stimulating. Very stimulating indeed and she started to feel the rising sensations that she knew would lead to her climax. She would indeed, cum on his cock.

"Ah ah ah ah ah," her voice rose in pitch as the sensations grew within her.

"Yes girl yes," her lover cried. "Feel my cock in your cunt. This is where you deserve to be. Under your master. Cumming at his command."

His tutor must have been rather lower class, Jennifer thought, to teach him words like cunt, cock and cum. Then thoughts became hard as she started to climax.

"Aaaaah... yes... yes... oh ayeeee!!"

He was right, she did scream, and he gave her no relief but continued to pound away as she convulsed. Her spine curved and she lifted her back from the bed as her thighs twitched. Then he suddenly stopped.

"Take the picture, Lucien!" he commanded.

There was the flash of light, the whoosh of powder burning and Jennifer's look of utter ecstasy was captured for eternity. And, as soon as Lucien had indicated that the lens cover had been replaced, the lad pounded on.

Jennifer lay looking up at the lad her breasts jerking slightly with each thrust. He stared down at her and gave a grin.

"I'm going to breed you," he said. "I'm gonna put a royal bastard into you. And you're gonna be grateful."

Jennifer wasn't entirely sure how pregnancy worked but she was pretty sure it wasn't because the man said it would happen, even if he was royal. Was he royal, she wondered, was she being shafted by a member of the royal house? It would account for his attitude. My stepmother would have been delighted, she thought. Even being the mistress of royalty carried a lot of status.

He, the Prince or whatever, was showing signs of getting close now. Jennifer had begun to recognise the symptoms in a man, that look of concentration on the face, the extra tension in the limbs, the grunting and heavy breathing.

"Oh you are such a tasty slut," he shouted. "I'm gonna cum hard! Urk! Urk! Ye gods!! Take my cum you sexy thing. Squeeze your tits!... Lucien!!!"

He stopped with his phallus deep inside her and reached down to touch her breasts. Jennifer squeezed them hard and waited for the flash.

Woomph went the magnesium, and this time it caught the face of a young man as he spilled his seed. Jennifer prepared to get off the bed and take up her place by the rock but, astonishingly, the lad didn't pull out. Indeed he didn't seem to have lost his erection at all.

"Oh glory," he grinned. "Your cunt keeps me hard."

He let go of Jennifer's leg and covered her, grabbing her breasts and pressing her down into the bed. Then he started to thrust again as he thumbed her nipples. His manhood stirred the seed inside Jennifer and she felt some leak out onto the bed. Oh God, she thought, with all this lubrication and his youthful energy he might go on for a very long time, and I'm beginning to be sick of his attitude.

She had no sooner thought this than the muscles in her vagina seemed to tighten.

"Oh shit," the lad said. "You've become as tight as a virgin. Is this some whore trick you learned? It feels so good, so good. Well two can play that game!"

He pressed on Jennifer and straightened his arm, pushing his body up so that there was a gap between them. Then, he put his free hand back over her clitoris and started to rub, very hard, as he continued to thrust.

"Oooh," gasped Jennifer.

"Yes slut," he replied. "Inside and out at the same time. Tell me you like it."

"I like it my hero," she replied, and indeed it was nice. "I liked it before but you are even better this time."

"Tell me you want me to cum again."

"I want you to cum, my hero."

"You want my baby."

"Make me with child, my hero."

"And you're gonna cum at the same time as me."

"I'm gonna cum at the same time, my hero."

"And you're gonna be loud enough for everyone in the next room to hear what I've done for you!"

It was a command and then he went silent, making soft grunts as he concentrated on thrusting and rubbing. Then he was ejaculating and, despite herself, Jennifer was joining him in mutual climax. They rolled on the bed together, grinding their bodies against each other, and Jennifer threw back her head and screamed!

If Lucien had tried an exposure it would have been a blur of bodies, so he didn't, and seconds later the lad had picked up his armour and left the room. As the door opened and the cheers subsided Jennifer could hear Hazel making short, sharp screams.