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L.A. EYES ( Katy & Crimson )

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Fowler kept a watchful eye on Samantha as she started to move. Her movements were slow, but she did it in a seductive way. Whether or not Samantha planned her moves to look this way was not known, but that's how it looked. The grin on Sir Charles's face grew even larger as he watched Samantha crawling towards him. His victory over Samantha was getting sweeter by the moment. Samantha hated Sir Charles, but there was no doubt that she enjoyed what he did to her. She may never admit to this , but that hardly mattered since Sir Charles knew this for a fact and Samantha would have to live with this for the rest of her life.

Sir Charles moaned out loud when Samantha took each of his large balls into her mouth then cleaned them. He watched each seductive movement that Samantha was making. Her hands felt good against Sir Charles's skin. Another moan escaped from Sir Charles when Samantha's tongue started to dance over the length of his cock. Soon more moans started to flow from Sir Charles when Samantha took his cock into her mouth.

Fowler stood watching Samantha then a half smile came to his face. He moved up from behind her placing a hand on the back of her head. " That's very good Samantha........you are showing proper respect for Sir Charles now. " Fowler said while his head stroked over her hair. " Don't forget once you're done........thank Sir Charles for fucking like the whore you are. "
 
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Still licking and moaning softly, Samantha turned her head a little to allow her eyes to look up at Mr Fowler. She wondered whether her annoyance was evident in the look. Why did she ave to thank him? She had never had to say thank you before... Not to anyone. Why him? Why Sir Charles. If she closed her eyes she could forget whose cock it was that she was sucking. She had Ben able to focus on the feel of being fucked and disassociate that from the man doing it. She whimpered softly again but ts time it was the thought of thanking the man this time that caused it. But then she had a god idea of what the man standing next to her would do if she disobeyed. As much as the thought of it turned her stomach, she knew that she had no choice. She knew that she had to do the unthinkable. She withdrew her head, letting hs cock slip from it but her gaze was focused somewhere around the middle of his chest.

"Tha...thank you for...fucking me" She spoke barely above a soft whisper. It was almost emotionless. Empty. But she had said it.
 
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Samantha's words may have only been above a whisper, but it sounded as loud as thunder to Sir Charles. His victory over Samantha was now almost complete. She had sucked his cock from her knees while looking up at him. He had then fucked her pussy which made her cum then he came inside of her. Now Samantha was thanking Sir Charles for fucking her.....this was all so very sweet. Sir Charles raised his right hand placing it against Samantha's face, His fingers then gently stroked over her cheek. " I enjoyed our evening Samantha.......you've made my wait to have you quite pleasurable. " Sir Charles said as his fingers traced over Samantha's wet lips.

" I'll be waiting for you out front of the house tomorrow after lunch. " Fowler said as he removed his hand from Samantha's head. " Make sure you tell your parents that you'll be staying in London for a week......then I'll bring you to the old barn. " Fowler continued. " Mr. Saxon will be there waiting for you........he'll give you instruction on what to do after that. " Fowler said then he looked up at Sir Charles who stepped in. " Bring some bags........but don't pack anything.......you'll be given what you need while staying at the barn. "
 
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From her knees between Sir Charles' feet, his cock a few inches from her mouth, she kept looking up at him. As his fingers came down onto her cheek she managed not to pull away and in fact as they brushed across her lips, her mouth opened a little more. Only when Mr Fowler spoke did she move her head and look up at him. She said nothing; didn't seem to react at all to what he was saying. Inside her curiosity was raging. A week? A whole week at the old barn? Her stomach flipped a little when she heard that Mr Saxon would be waiting for her. But for seeing him with her mother earlier, she had not seen him since she had returned. As Sir Charles spoke, her gaze returned to him. What were the empty bags for? She nodded. There was nothing else she could do; nothing she could say.
 
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The empty bags would be used to keep up the illusion that Samantha was staying for a week in London. How could her parents believe such a story if Samantha didn't take any bags with her. This would be explained to Samantha during the next day when Mr. Crawly got her ready to leave. He would be keeping a close eye on Samantha until she was in the car which would be driven by Mr. Fowler.

Fowler told Samantha that she could get dressed now. They would take Sir Charles home then Fowler would drop Samantha off at the house. Sir Charles said that Samantha should get plenty of rest since she had a big week ahead of her. Sir Charles then rose up from the couch, he began to dress and once he was ready the two men waited for Samantha.
 
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On Mr Fowler's instruction, Samantha got up saying nothing. What was there to say? There was nothing to say or do and nowhere to go. She had no chance of getting any kind of message back to LA ... She couldn't get it out of the house let alone across the Atlantic. A phone call wouldn't get past the exchange in the village. And if she left, she imagined that she wouldn't have even arrived at the airport before word would ave made t back to the US.

She slipped on her dress and her shoes and then headed back to the car with Sir Charles who still wore the smug grin
 
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Once everyone was in the car Mr. Fowler drove Sir Charles back to his estate. Sir Charles told Samantha that he would see her again tomorrow night, and introduce her to some very special guests that came to town just too meet her. It would be quite the shock to Samantha that those guests were the teachers of Alexandra Chessman. They were even now planning out how they would torment & torture Samantha during her week at the old barn.

Sir Charles reached out grabbing Samantha then pulled her close to his body. He placed a long deep kiss against Samantha's lips then exited the car. Fowler who had been outside closed the door then the two men spoke for a few seconds before Fowler get back in and drove off. A short time later Fowler pulled the car up in front of Samantha's parents estate where he jumped out and opened the door for her. " Mr. Crawly will have a bath waiting for you........you'll be having a big breakfast in the morning with your parents.....tell them that you are staying in London visiting friends......after lunch meet me back here........and don't keep me waiting Samantha. " Fowler said in his usual commanding voice then he smacked Samantha on her ass to hurry her alone.
 
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Samantha sat is the car next to Sir Charles, looking out of the window but still listening to what he was saying. Her mind raced a little trying to work out who the 'special guests' might be, but she didnt ask the question; she was fairly certainly that there was no point... that no answer would be forthcoming. As the car stopped in front of the guest house, she was still staring outside, but her attention was quickly drawn to Sir Charles as he pulled her into the goodnight kiss. After a hesitation, and almost without thinking or willing it to be so, her mouth responded to the kiss. And then it was broken as she was left in the car, but still tasting the remains of the kiss on her lips and in her mouth.

She watched as the two men spoke outside of the car; they spoke quietly and she couldn't hear anything of the conversation. She watched again as Sir Charles walked away towards the door of the house and then switched her gaze as Mr Fowler climbed back into the car. Her gaze met his through the rear view mirror. He just looked as he started the car and neither said anything. Not until they arrived back at the main house.

Once out of the car, Samantha stood demurely in front of him as he explained what he expected tomorrow. She gave no response, not even a nod, and the only sound she made was a soft squeal as he smacked her ass. When she got back into her room, the bath was there as he had said, with Mr Crawly waiting. He stayed in the room while she undressed and climbed into the bath, watching her, saying nothing. Whilst she bathed, he continued to say nothing as he sorted out the bags that she needed and the clothes that she was going to wear. A simple button-fronted dress with short sleeves. He rbought towels in for her, brought her nightdress in, and again watched whilst she silently got out of the bath, dried off, and then slipped into bed. Only then did Mr. Crawly leave.

The following morning, she washed and dressed in the clothes that were left out for her - just the dress and some heeled shoes. She joined her parents for breakfast. They didn't ask any questions about the previous evening, but their comments proceeded very much on the basis that they knew what had happened... well they presumed they did... some of it. That their daughter and Sir Charles had, in their minds, made love, was not causing the dismay that it might otherwise. Quite the reverse. When she told them that she was going to be spending the week in London, with friends, again they assumed that for at least some of that time, she would be with Sir Charles and so there was no objection. No concern. Instead there was encouragement and enthusiasm.

After breakfast, there was nothing to do... except wait for lunch. No matter where she went, Mr Crawly appeared sooner or later, a smug grin on his face. She felt her nervous growing, her stomach churning. Maybe somewhere a touch of excitement but that couldnt be the case. She had lunch alone... except for Crawly making sure that the food and tea were properly served by the other staff of the house. And then...

THe empty bags were waiting at the door. No time had been sent, but Mr Fowler had told her not to keep him waiting. Only when she stepped outside of the front door did she become aware of the fact that he was stood outside, but she had no idea of whether he had been waiting for her. She stiffened a little as she approached him and took a deep breath.
 
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Mr Crawly's eyes weren't the only ones watching Samantha once she returned from her ride with Sir Charles, nor were they the only ones watching her throughout Samantha's day. Another set of eyes belong to one of the older house maids watched each move that Samantha made. They also watched Crawly carefully since he was busy watching Samantha. The house maid took notes on Samantha's actions, how she looked and what she did. No one would ever have guessed that this house maid was the same man who had been watching Samantha when she was at the guest house with Sir Charles & Mr. Fowler.

It was true, this house maid was really a man and this man wasn't even really Old Joe as he had claimed. The truth was that this man was a master of disguise, he was none other then the great British Detective Sir Nigel Scott.

Because of his skills to conceal his identity....Sir Nigel had been called in to help Scotland Yard who was working with the American Federal Bureau of Investigations, better known as the FBI. For months the FBI had been tracking the movements of people involved with the raise of a new Nazi Party. The trail had lead them to Alexander Chessman who at the time had Samantha. But they didn't know what Chessman had done to Samantha, so when she left America and headed back to England, they wanted her followed. The FBI already knew that Chessman had ties to Sir Charles so they asked Scotland Yard to help on the case.

Even as Samantha walked out of the house the older maid bid her a good day then just seemed to vanish. Sir Nigel slipped away changing back into his disguise as Old Joe so he could follow Fowler.

Fowler greeted Samantha with a smile and a tip of his cap as he held the rear door of the car open for her. Once Samantha & her empty bags were inside he shut the door then climbed into the front seat. Fowler started the motor and they were off. It wasn't long until the car pulled up near the old barn where Fowler got out from the front then opened the rear door for Samantha.

" Mr. Saxon is waiting for you Samantha........it's been such a long time since the last time that he saw you. " Fowler said as his smile grew into a wicked grin. He grabbed the empty bags then followed Samantha to the barn. Inside the old barn Mr. Saxon was waiting while sitting on a small stack of hay bales. His dark eyes were locked on the door since he heard the car pullup outside. He knew that Samantha was here and it would only be a few moments until his eyes looked upon her fine body again.

 
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Samantha was immediately on guard. Mr Fowler's deference - the tipping of his hat - was normally reserved only for her father or when her father was around. As he wasn't Samantha guessed it was a sarcastic gesture. He of course knew what was in her immediate future and perhaps it was that which made him play out the game. And it was a game. He never meant the deference he gave to her publicly; the both knew who owed whom the genuine respect and it had nothing to do with social class. Mr Fowler had put Samantha in her place years before and he had not only kept her there for a number of years before she left home but had immediately re-established that on her return. A look was enough. And it was a look she saw each time her eyes met his in the rear view mirror. And the grin as she climbed out of the car reinforced it.

She looked at the door, imagining Mr Saxon on the other side. But for the partial look she had of him last night, it had indeed been a while. As she walked inside, aware of Mr Fowler a few paces behind her, she felt her stomach churning. She saw him almost immediately, sat calmly legs crossed, dressed in black, staring at her as she walked towards him, her heels clicking on the concrete floor and echoing around the large building.
 
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Mr. Fowler held the empty bags in his two hands as Samantha walked into the old barn. Once she was inside and standing before Mr. Saxon, Fowler placed one bag down while the other he placed in front of Samantha. Fowler then quickly opened the leather bag which laid at Samantha's feet. " Strip! " Mr. Saxon barked out his order then lit up one of his cigars. " Place your clothes in the bag.......you won't be needing any until the week is up! " Again Saxon's voice cut through the silence of the barn as the smoke from his cigar circled around his head.

Once Samantha was stripped, Mr. Fowler closed the bag then removed both bags from the barn leaving Saxon & Samantha alone for the first time in many years. " Come! " Saxon growled out while adding a snap of his fingers towards Samantha. He stood up from the hay bales then moved over to the first stall. The stalls had been used for animals when the barn was still in uses, but now this first stall would be home to Samantha. " This is where you'll sleep......when we let you sleep. " The stall was filled with hay and did have two blankets. The stall also had a hand carved sign which was hanging over the entrance. The wooden sign had Samantha's name skillfully carved into the middle of the one foot board.
 
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Samantha looked at the bag and then at both men. Did she really have any choice? nHer hands came up and she undid the buttons down the front of her dress. For the most part the air in the barn was warm, a little humid maybe but she shivered a little as she placed the clothes in the bag. As she stood in front of the two men, she wrapped her arms around herself. She looked at Mr Saxon. He hadnt changed at all. Even the cigars he smoked smelled the same.

Samatha watched nervously as Mr Fowler closed up the bag and disappeared. As Saxon told her to follow him, she hesistated for a moment as he turned and started to walk away. But again, what choice did she have. She moved slowly, falling into step about five feet or so behind him, but as he stopped outside of the stall, she walked so that she was perhaps only a foot away. For a moment, she couldn't quite comprehend what he was saying; what he was showing her. He couldn't be serious. Really. Could he. She turned and looked at him, clearly puzzled, surprised and disbelieving.

"You... you're not... I can't... "
 
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When Samantha started to speak saying you're not and I can't, Mr. Saxon bit down on his cigar. " I can........and you will! " Saxon growled out as his cigar moved from one side of his mouth to the other. Clearly Saxon wasn't happy with the first words Samantha chose to speak. Samantha should know by now that saying words like "you're not" and "can't" along with others would make things harder on her. Saxon reached out opening the gate which served as the door. He then grabbed Samantha by her hair and tossed her inside. " This is your stall for the week.....you had better get use to the idea......or things will get rough very quickly! " Saxon again growled out as he slammed the gate shut then leaned forward against it.

Mr. Fowler came back in carrying a large box. He moved over to where Saxon was standing in front of the stall. Fowler reached into the box then pulled out a pillow that he tossed at Samantha. " You can thank Sir Charles for the pillow.......he didn't want you to be to uncomfortable. " Fowler said as he again reached into the box. He then pulled out two large dog bowls, both had Samantha's name written on the front in black marker. Saxon then opened the gate to the stall and Fowler carried the bowls inside placing them down on the floor near the entrance way. Fowler pointed out which one was for Samantha's food and which was for her fresh water. Saxon then pulled a jug from the box and poured some water into that bowl. " You've spent to much time denying what you really are Samantha.......so this week long training session was planned to put you in your place. " Mr. Fowler said as Saxon who finished giving Samantha some fresh water stood next to him in the entrance way.
 
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Samantha squealed as Mr Saxon's hand grabbed hold of her hair and she stumbled into the stall. As much as she tried to regain her balance, the push from Saxon was enough to mean that things were only going to end one way. She grunted a little as she landed squarely on her rear. The hay and the blankets softened the landed substantially but it was still a jolt.
As she looked up, Samantha saw Mr Fowler appear at the doorway and as he tossed her pillow towards her she moved sideways slightly to allow it to sail past her and land in the hay just behind her. And then she watched, a little horrified, as the bowls were laid on the floor. Her gaze shifted between the bowls and the two men, but there was nothing she could say. Partly she was too surprised, partly too horrified at the way things were unfolding.
 
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Saxon explained that most of what Samantha would be consuming would come from the men's cocks that she sucked. Meaning their cum would be her protein and thus her meals. There would be a few times where Mr. Crawly would bring something from the kitchen for Samantha to eat, but that would only be two or three times during the week. Mr. Fowler left the stall for a moment then quickly returned carrying a bucket. " This will be your bathroom.........you'll be crapping & peeing in this so don't spill it!.....or you'll be cleaning it up! " Fowler said as he sat the bucket in another corner of the stall.

The two men walked out of Samantha's stall closing the gate door behind them. " I shouldn't have to remind you what will happen if you try to escape from here. " Saxon said as he locked the gate door by placing a padlock on it. " This place is always watched......day and night......no one can come in here or leave without being seen. " Fowler added then the two men left Samantha alone in her new home away from home. But Samantha wouldn't be alone long as the first of many groups of men would be arriving soon to use Samantha as their fuck toy. Also later that night, Samantha would meet the special guests that Sir Charles had brought in to meet her.
 
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There was nothing she could do except sit and stare and force her brain to try and comprehend her environment. She was shocked at the situation she found herself in and she shivered a little. As the two men walked away, she reached out for one of the blankets and wrapped it around herself. She had no idea as to what the next few days and nights were going to bring.
 
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Not long after Mr. Fowler & Mr. Saxon left the old barn, another man named James St. John Smythe entered. He was Sir Charles's right hand man/ personal valet and the man who made sure that Sir Charles got what he wanted. Samantha would remember this man well. St. John Smythe was tall, standing well over 6 foot with blond hair, but quite thin in build.

St. John Smythe entered the barn then walked up to Samantha's stall. " I told you years ago that Sir Charles always gets what he wants. " Smythe said with his ever present arrogant tone ringing out. Smythe then snapped his fingers and the barn door opened again, but this time 15 men came into the barn. Smythe unlocked the gate to Samantha's stall then snapped his fingers at her. " Get your ass out here! " Smythe snapped at Samantha. " You've got men to please! "
 
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Samantha positively shivered when she saw Smythe appear at the doorway to the stall. Her eyes widened a little in disbelief and shock and her heart sank. Whilst Samantha had had very little time for Sir Charles in the past, whilst there was nothing about him that was attractive to her, he was ... at least he had always seemed relatively harmless. His valet however was not. Samantha disliked the man intently and he was perhaps one of the few men that had genuinely frightened her when she was a teenager. The fact that he was quite attractive - albeit perhaps a little too thin for Samantha's preferences - had never made her feel any less uncomfortable when he was around. When Sir Charles had visited her father, Smythe was often with him. He had always walked or stood marginally in the shadows but always on hand - a few steps away - from Sir Charles. Ready at his beck and call. And almost everytime Samantha had ever looked at him, he had almost always been looking straight back at her. As he spoke to her, his voice was exactly as it had been. The look in his eye exactly the same. As she was sitting on the floor, looking up at him at the doorway, she wrapped her arms around her knees a little more tightly. Her mind jumped back over the years to the end of the horse ride where she had quite bluntly told Sir Charles that she would never marry him; that the suggestion was ridiculous. After Sir Charles had told her that she was wrong and had walked away to change for dinner, Smythe had approached her. She could almost feel his grip around the top of her arm even now; feel his breath on her neck as he told her that she needed to grow up quickly and recognize the opportunities that were being provided to her. Recognize that she was never going to do better than Sir Charles and that he always gets exactly what he wants - and most assuredly when it comes to whores. With that he had let her go and walked away, leaving her standing, breathing heavily and trembling just a little.

As he snapped his fingers, Samantha flinched just a little but her attention was quickly drawn to the opening barn door. She saw the men beginning to file in. She didn't recognize any of them. Various ages and from their attire, seemingly from various background. But her attention was drawn back to Smythe with another snap. She looked up at him, swallowed hard and hesitated. Her gaze shifted back to the men who were now about 10-15ft away and then back to Smythe. Slowly she moved to her feet and stepped cautiously out of the stall and towards the group of men, most of whom seemed to be grinning or smirking to various degrees, some of them already rubbing the crotch of their pants, and letting their eyes wander over her body.
 
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St. John Smythe looked down upon Samantha with cold dark eyes. It was rumored that Smythe had no soul since he was known for being merciless to those who crossed Sir Charles or himself. Smythe's eyes seemed like those of a young girls doll, so lifeless and showing no signs of kindness. He watched as Samantha finally walked from her stall then moved slowly towards the group of men waiting for her. Each of these men worked for Sir Charles, or had been invited to join in on this gang bang. Those who were invited had all been part of a growing movement within Great Britten it's self. Much like in America, the Fourth Reich was starting to take hold here in Samantha's homeland.

Smythe smirked as Samantha passed him then moved towards the men. He raised his right hand placing it against Samantha's back then shoved her forward. " You have work to do WHORE!........Get down on your knees and get those hard working men hard so they can fuck your cunt! " Smythe said followed by a most wicked laugh. These men hadn't just come here for pussy.....they would use all of Samantha's holes.....treating her just like a whore. " Come here honey!........Got somethin for ya! " The men started to shout out at Samantha as the unzipped their pants getting ready for Samantha to begin.
 
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Samantha walked slowly, her breathing shallow and quiet, her mouth dry. Her brain couldn't come up with a way out of this and maybe in some dark corner, it really didn't want to. Her gaze stayed with St John as she walked passed him, as if she were unable to look away until she couldn't physically keep the eye contact any longer. As shee passed him, it drifted towards, and then around, the group of men who seemed to spread themselves into three quarters of a small circle such that it was clear that they were expecting her to walk into the middle.

She wasnt given the choice of walking in there though. As she felt the shove from behind, she groaned a little and stumbled forward but managed to keep on her feet. The push merely hastened her arrival in the midst of the baying pack of hungry men. Smythe's hand was large, strong, warm; contrasting with the coldness in his voice and his laugh. As she fully regained her balance, she turned back to face him. The circle of men had closed. She continued to turn her gaze drifting over the men around her as she did. Old. Young. Stout. Thin. Rich. Poor. As she completed the full turn and as her gaze came back to Smythe. She hesitated for a moment and then slowly moved onto her knees. Almost immediately a hand grabbed hold of the back of her head and pushed her forward to one of the waiting cocks. Her mouth opened without her even thinking about it and was instantly full. Someone took her wrists, lifted them each to a cock. A shouted intruction to stroke them was almost redundant. The men talking to each other, commenting on her, about her, their moans and grunts and laughs began to fill the barn. Her head was moved randomly from one to another to another to another.... and endless procession of one cock after another pushed into her mouth. Hands spanked and slapped and pinched various parts of her body and the group continued to pass her around them.
 
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This group of men was overly large, but it was hardly small ether. 12 men had entered the barn just after Smythe had come through the doorway. They then stood waiting for this whore that Sir Charles had claimed was the best in the land. To a man, each one already knew who Samantha was. This information was given to them by Smythe since he wanted Samantha to be humiliated as much as possible.

The poor men of the group began to say it was nice of Sir Richard to have such a fine slutty daughter. Then they began to mock her in every way possible. Their rough hands groped at Samantha's tender body parts. Her nipples were pulled then twisted and smacked. Her ass grabbed roughly then smacked over and over again. The rich men & poor were united, they passed Samantha around like she was a cheap bottle of whiskey. Each man got a few minutes of her mouth on their cocks then it was time to move on.

One of the men laid on the floor using a blanket under his body. Samantha was then pushed towards him and ordered to sit on his cock. Once Samantha would be in place another man would come from behind invading her ass while a third would come from the front placing his cock into her mouth. They would be the first three to use Samantha, but each man would get his chance to fuck the Earl's Daughter.
 
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As far as she could, Samantha attempted to shut out the comments; it really didnt matter what they were saying and it was clear very quickly that if they wanted her to do anything, they just pulled or twisted or lifted her into whatever position they wanted. She moaned and groaned and gasped; almost fighting for breath at times as one cock after another was pushed deep into her throat. Nonetheless she took each one hungrily. Held her mouth open when ordered; kept her eyes open when instructed. Her tits and ass began to sting very quickly from one slap after another and the heat began to radiate througout her body.

She didnt fight the men; she let them use her like a rag doll. With so many of them there was little point in fighting and there was never reallly an opportunity to refuse or rebell. At the same time, she was also too scared of St John Smythe. She had hesitated and questioned and even argued with both Saxon and Fowler and she took the punishment that they gave her, but there was something which made her even more wary of Smythe; more concerned about the punishment he might dispense.

Perhaps it was an hour... maybe two... She lost count of how many cocks came inside her or over her. She lost count of how many times her own body wracked in one orgasm after another. Steadily her body tired and her muscles ached. It became simply a question of hanging on until them men around her got equally tired or bored.
 
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No one had kept track of the time, but many hours had passed once the men had finished with Samantha. Her wore out body was laying limp on the floor, cum was dripping from each hole except for her mouth where the cum had dried around her lips. Smythe who stood back and watched everything was very pleased with how Samantha did. Of course if she hadn't done as told her punishment would have been more brutal then anything she could have dreamed of. Nothing in Hell it's self could have matched what Smythe would have done to her.

Two of the men picked Samantha up then carried her over and laid her inside the stall. They placed her head upon the pillow then covered her with a blanket. Smythe thanked each man as they left then he walked over to Samantha's stall. He had seen 12 men fuck her so many times that even he lost count how many times they came in or on her. Even her beautiful hair had cum which was even now drying in it. " This was just the start pretty Samantha.......I'll be back soon for a go at you. " Smythe said then he turned looking around at the barn. There was something that Samantha didn't know about this place. The barn which had been clean up on the inside also had cameras installed. These cameras would catch every bit of action no matter where it happened inside the barn.

Smythe left the barn so he could report back to Sir Charles about how Samantha did. But he was going to return and use Samantha himself which was something that he had always wanted to do.
 
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Breathing slow and steady, nothing but the salty taste of cum in her mouth, Samantha looked up wearily at Smythe. All she really wanted was a long hot bath in perfumed water and bubbles; opportunity to lie and relax in it until the tightness in her muscles eased itself out and until her body began to recover from the systematic onslaught.

She gazed up at Smythe as he stood at the stall doorway. Despite her aches and pains, she could still muster enough strength for her eyes to flash anger and contempt in his direction. She said nothing in response to his comment that he would be back soon. She just stared at him, and continued to stare as he turned and walked away. For the most part the idea of him coming back 'for a go at' her was not an appealing prospect, but there was something inside her that wondered... something which found that prospect exciting. It was a feeling she tried to quell however as she heard the outer door to the barn open and then close a few seconds later. She breathed out and let her head fall on to the pillow for a moment.

Suddenly she opened her eyes. She had no idea how long she had been asleep. 5 minutes? 30? And hour? The only reason that made her think it couldn't be too much longer was the fact that Smythe had not returned. She took a breath and tried to ease out some of the stiffness in her legs and arms and then,... then she realized she was alone. She looked up. The barn was silent. Slowly, grimacing a little, she eased herself up onto her feet, wrapping the blanket around her and holding it tightly. She stepped to the door of the stall and peered left and then right. She lifted the catch, half expecting that there was some unseen lock, but the catch opened with a squeak and a heavy metalic click. She eased the door open. Could it really be as simple as just walking out? The barn was in one of the more isolated corners of the estate and it would probably take a couple of hours to walk back to the main house. She looked left and right again. The place was still silent. Cautiously, she stepped out of the stall and took a few soft silent paces towards the main door to the barn.
 
RE: LA EYE'S ( Katy & Crimson )

A pair of eyes watched as Samantha moved out from her stall careful looking around. Then she seemed to be come bolder upon seeing no one around, but this was expected which was why the cameras were placed in hidden spots around the barn. A hand reached for a microphone then he switch was turned on. " Stupid cunt!........Did you really think that you wouldn't be watched all the time!? " An unknown voice boomed out from all parts of the barn. It was clearly a man's voice, but it seemed to be coming from everywhere.

The voice started to laugh almost mockingly then one of the large doors opened just enough to let Smythe slip inside. He could see Samantha was distracted by the voice. Smythe moved a little closer to Samantha then let the door slam shut. " This will cost you........dearly. " Smythe said with a bone chilling tone in his voice. His dark eyes seemed to grew even darker as he glared at Samantha. Smythe then pulled a pair of handcuffs from his coat pocket. An evil grin stretched over his face as he twirled the cuffs in the air with his finger.
 
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