Ian: The Secrets of the Manor.

A shaft of moonlight crept through the hayloft window illuminating our passion as I kissed her gently on her full, soft lips. I wrapped my arms around her and drew her soft, warm body close to me burying my face in her tangled mane and inhaling her sweet, musky scent like the elixir of life.Our lips parted and I locked my eyes onto hers. Hers were half closed and her lips remained open showing her white teeth and pink tongue.

She whispered, “Ian”.

I stroked her head and then ran my hands down her back. She drew her breath in sharply, and wriggled away, crying out,

“No, Ian, please stop – it still hurts too much”.

“What, in God’s name, did they do to you?”

She shook her head. “It was nothing … they will never break me”. She said then smiled, her face brushing mine.

Our lips met again and we melted together. I rested my hand on her waist, then slowly moved it up her side to her bosom. She resisted initially, gripping my hand at the wrist, then succumbed, holding my palm tightly to her breast and moaning softly.I slipped her grip, slid my hand inside her shift and squeezed her firm, warm breast, taking the nipple between my thumb and forefinger and tweaking it hard. She cried out and her hand fell onto knee. Her palm gripped my thigh and slowly crawled up to nestle between my legs, stroking the now stretched fabric, and squeezing the ever-growing bulge. I growled hoarsely then sank my head to her neck, biting and sucking the warm flesh.

Feeling my passion rising, I broke from her and slipped off my coat, laying it on the hay, and she lay back upon it, raising her hands above her head. I reached for the hem of her shift and, as she arched her back, I raised it over her head and gasped as I revealed her smooth, honey coloured skin and firm body in the moonlight.

She smiled a big smile, and I felt an overwhelming desire to take her. I tore off my shirt, then kicked off my boots and slipped out of my trousers, feeling my erect cock flick up and twitch in anticipation. She shuffled forward towards me, parting her legs, and I caught the scent of her sex.I leant forward and grasped her ankles, raising them high in the air, then ran my hands from her ankles inside her legs, past her knees and down the inside of her thighs. When I reached her hot slippery slit, I parted the lips with my thumbs, and could resist no more. I fell forward, hungrily, locking my mouth onto her cunt, drawing my tongue the whole length and pushing it inside.

She cried out, gripping my head and locking her legs around me as I feasted upon her swollen bud. She bucked and rode my mouth, and my face became coated in her juices.

“Ian … Take me … Please…”

I grunted my assent, and grasped her ankles again, pushing her legs wide apart before taking my cock in my right hand and sliding it up and down her slit until the lips parted and the tip eased it’s way into her. I mounted her then began to ride.

A slow long deep rhythm began to develop between us and I leant forward cradling her head as she brought her hands up and around me, gripping my shoulders and drawing herself hungrily onto my cock. I pumped harder into her and she moaned as I raised myself, sat back and squeezed her breasts. I felt my orgasm pending, from the top of my head running down my back to the base of my cock.

The sound of Niamh moaning and sighing, and her hands stroking and clawing my back had me helpless and I felt my balls contract and my cock pulse. She suddenly covered her mouth to contain her scream and l came, my cock buried deep in her, bursting with hot come.I rolled over from her and we lay sweat soaked and sated in the moonlight. She rolled over to me, flung her arm over my chest and rested her head upon it.

After a few minutes, she started to sob gently.

“I hate this place, Ian … why am I here?”

“You’re here like the rest of us … a toy. A plaything for the Lord and the Mistress … and their friends.”

We sat in silence, broken by Naimh asking,

“How did you get here, Ian?”

“My Mother sold me. I have eight brothers and sisters, and when my Father was drowned at sea, she decided one less mouth to feed was the only way to survive and so she sold me to Mistress.”

“Oh … I wasn’t sold … I was kidnapped, and I’m sure there will be a search party out for me.”

I laughed out loud, and she looked at me and frowned.

“Why are you laughing?” she said sternly.

“Who would organise a search party for a London flower girl?” I chuckled aloud.

She became very silent, so I squeezed her tight and asked her what was wrong.She then told me her story.

She was from the West Indies. Her Father was a rich Irishman, the Duke of Wicklow, nephew of Queen Victoria, and her mother an African who worked on his estate. Her Father wished to see her married, and she was sent to England to finish her education before going to France to find a husband. Her title was Lady Wicklow.

When she arrived in England, things went well, but she was soon bored, the freedom of her life in the Caribbean a distant, fond memory. So she took to borrowing clothes from the serving girls and venturing out alone into the streets in disguise. It was here that she met, and was taken by his Lordship.

“You must get away from this place, Niamh.” I urged her “You don’t know what happens to people who are brought here.”

“What … tell me what you mean.” she replied.

I felt a shiver run down her spine. I hesitated for a moment, not knowing how to break the news to her, then decided to tell her everything I knew.

“This place, Niamh … it’s a sort of school … we are brought here, taught … and trained. When they decide we are ready, we are auctioned off to the highest bidder to serve as slaves in their households.”

“Surely slavery has been abolished in England?” she said.

“We are not just slaves, Niamh, we are toys … objects for the pleasure of our Masters and Mistresses. They do with us what they wish to gratify their desires.”

We held each other tightly in silence, then dressed and prepared to part.

Leaving the hayloft we said our farewells and agree to try to meet again. Niamh slipped away into the darkness and I was walking back to my room above the stables when I caught sight of a movement in the shadows. I lay in wait, and then leapt upon the apparition.It fell beneath me and I held it tightly, turning it over to discover it was one of the kitchen boys, Southwark.

“Please, don’t take me back” he sobbed.

I stood above him and then turned away, calling over my shoulder,

“Good luck, you are going to need it…”

He sprang to his feet and disappeared into the darkness. I watched him leave, knowing that his absence will be only too soon noticed, the grounds are secure, and the punishment for attempting escape is severe.