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L.A. EYES ( Katy & Crimson )

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Samantha looked at the fat hand that extended towards her. Is this what her life had come to? She was suddenly conscious that she had lost her freedom just as much as if she had been imprisoned. But the prospect of Brack... of what he might do. Not just to her but to her friends; to her family in America. It was enough to make her reach out her own hand and take the one that was offered to her. She stepped out of the car to see Sir Charles’ grinning. Mr Fowler wasn’t exactly grinning but he did wear a somewhat satisfied look. The two men stood next to each other, enjoying and sharing in their victory over her and both clearly ready to see her humiliate herself.

As Sir Charles pulled her towards him and walked with her, side by side, into the house she felt his hand move onto her ass. Any sense of propriety – at least in this house – clearly didn’t seem to be influencing his actions and he was obviously set on parading her and his ownership of her in any way he could. As they walked, his hand felt heavy on her rear, her cheeks still stinging a little from the treatment they had received earlier. She was also more than conscious of Mr Fowler walking behind them; knowing ... almost feeling ... that his eyes were burning into her.

Mr Crawly appeared ahead of them, exiting from the dining room. He stopped and waited for Sir Charles to reach him. He indicated that he had advised the Earl of their impending arrival and that both he and Lady Roslyn were waiting in the library. He smiled a little, looking at Samantha as he mentioned the library. He found it somewhat amusing that she was going to tell her parents of her impending subjugation to Sir Charles in the very room that Crawly had made use of her not that many nights before. He already knew that her father was sitting in the very chair he had been in whilst Samantha had sucked his cock. Sir Charles thanked him and then followed him to the library. It had become quite the parade... an Earl’s daughter and three men who had all fucked her, some of them repeatedly. Between them there was nothing they did not know about Samantha and they certainly knew much more than her own father knew.

Sir Charles of course was in no fear of her father refusing to give permission; quite the reverse. He knew that Sir Richard had been entirely frustrated by his daughter’s stubbornness. He knew that Sir Richard would be grateful for the fact that finally his daughter had one way or another come to see sense. Mr Crawly opened the door to the library and walked in announcing Sir Charles’ arrival but he did not announce Samantha. They knew she was coming, but Sir Charles was the only visitor and he was the only person who deserved to be announced.

Sir Richard looked up from the high backed chair he was sitting in, and then rose to greet his friend. Lady Rosyln remained seated and silent but she nodded and smiled at him.

“Charles my friend. This is a pleasant surprise.” He shook his hand and then looked at his daughter. “Samantha. I thought you were going up to London to see some friends.” Samantha looked at her father and then at Sir Charles. He moved his hand up to her waist and pulled her close to him. Her father was a little taken back by the fact that she made no attempt to pull away from him.

“Richard. Your daughter has something she wishes to say to you, don’t you my dear.” Samantha looked at Sir Charles wide-eyed and then to her father.

“erm... y... yes Sir... erm...” She could feel her heart pounding, blood rushing. She heard Colonel Brack’s words.
“I... I would like your ... permission... your consent... to my marrying ....” She looked at Sir Charles and swallowed hard, then she looked back to her father. “... to my marrying Sir Charles. I have... come to realize that I have ... been mistaken... that I should... not have delayed all these years... I.... I want to m...marry him... immediately.”

Everyone in the room, except for Samantha, smiled.
 
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Lady Roslyn could hardly hold back her emotions when Samantha finally said that she wanted to marry Sir Charles. She jumped to her feet as Sir Richard shook Sir Charles's hand briskly. " Well done Charles! " Sir Richard said with much glee as Lady Roslyn came up to hug her daughter. Mr. Crawly & Mr. Fowler watched from the doorway into the library. They both looked at each other smiling just a bit. Sir Charles had promised them a special gang bang with the bride to be on her wedding day. In fact Samantha would be fucked by all the cocks that deep down she really enjoyed. Mr. Crawly.....Mr. Fowler.....Mr. Saxon and Mr. Smythe would engage in a bridal gang bang in the same barn where Samantha had serviced Fowler & Saxon many times.

This would be a morning gang bang after which Samantha would get married to Sir Charles in the afternoon. Sir Charles pulled a piece of paper from inside of his coat then he handed it to Lady Roslyn. He explained that all the details were being taken care of. This did bring a slight frown to Lady Roslyn since she had been planning for this day....but as long as Samantha married Sir Charles it no longer mattered. Sir Richard called for Crawly to get some brandy which he did. He passed around the glasses then filled each one. Sir Richard raised his glass into the air. " A toast!.....To the new husband and wife......My they live happily together and my Samantha give Charles many children. " Everyone raised their glasses as the toast was started. Once Sir Richard had reached the part of having children....Sir Charles couldn't help but smirk at Samantha. The thought of Samantha being pregnant with his child made his chuckle. " That would be a sight too see. " Sir Charles thought to himself while staring at Samantha.
 
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Samantha let her mother hug her but it wasn't overtly reciprocated; the minimum to keep up appearances. And inside Samantha wasn't particularly in the mood for hugging or celebrating. She knew she had to play the game though. She knew that playing the game was going to be her fundamental role. In public... the right kind of public... she would be the perfect proper wife of Sir Charles.. besotted with him... attached to him... needing him... wanting him. In other public situations and in private she would be his whore... a whore for the new Reich.

She watched as Sir Charles handed over the piece of paper, wondering exactly what the details of her wedding were; wondering exactly what Sir Charles had taken care of and how. She noted that her mother didn't appear to keen on whatever was written on the paper but clearly she was content enough to let it stand. She was suddenly aware of a glass of brandy being handed to her ... by Sir Charles. His look as he handed her the glass was smug and conceited and arrogant and lascivious. It made her cringe inside but she took the glass and then let him wrap his arm around her waist again and pull her against him. She forced a small smile onto her face and then hid behind the glass as she drank her brandy.
 
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Sir Richard invited Sir Charles & Samantha to sit down. Sir Charles kept his arm around Samantha's waist while he lead her to the love seat. He sat down first then pulled Samantha down onto his lap. Sir Charles then started to spin a tail made from pure fiction. He told Samantha's parents that she never went to London. Sir Charles said that she in fact stayed at his house so they could become closer. He then said that after a few days of living in his house, Samantha was begging for him to marry her. She was proclaiming her love for Sir Charles.

Sir Charles had been looking at Samantha's parents while he was speaking. But he soon turned his eyes towards Samantha herself. " Isn't that right my dear?......Tell your parents how you found your love for me. " Sir Charles said as he was planning on humiliating Samantha at every turn. Even at her own wedding, Samantha would be humiliated and of course she was expected to take whatever Sir Charles dished out. The only comfort Samantha would have, was that her vacation would be ending soon and she would be returning to America.
 
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Samantha squealed a little softly as Sir Charles pulled her down onto his lap. THis was not generally how one would sit, even if one had just announced their engagement with the marriage to be in a matter of days... maybe hours. She expected her father to say something. She expected at least a look of displeasure, but there was nothing. No reaction whatsoever. Her surprise at the lack of response however was soon overtaken by her surprise at the story that Sir Charles immediately started to tell her parents. She stared at him, almost open mouthed but then when he turned the conversation to her... directly required her to engage in the lie... her eyes widened a little more. She opened her mouth to say something and for a moment there was nothing.

"Y...Yes... yes that's... that's right. I erm..... Spending some time together...." She felt her cheeks burning and she squirmed a little on his lap. "It... it showed me that... that I was mistaken in declining ... CHarles' offer." She forced a smile onto her mouth but kept her gaze on Charles.
 
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Sir Charles could clearly see how uncomfortable Samantha was with what he had just said. The truth was showing in her eyes and on her face and the more uncomfortable Samantha was......the more Sir Charles enjoyed himself. It was obvious that Samantha's parents either bought their story.....or just didn't care. Sir Charles & Samantha both knew that her parents only cared about Samantha marrying the right man. They had wanted her to marry a man of wealth, a man who could care for her the way she needed and that man was Sir Charles.

Sir Charles had been hand picked by Sir Richard & Lady Roslyn to marry Samantha years ago. Finally that day was coming and Sir Richard & Lady Roslyn couldn't be happier. With Samantha gazing down at Sir Charles it was hard for him to reach up and pull Samantha down into a passionate kiss. From where Sir Richard and his wife were sitting....it surely looked like these two were in love.
 
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Sir Charles and Sir Richard continued with pleasant but benal conversation whilst Samantha sat is silence on Sir Charles' lap drinking her brandy. All the time she sat there she could feel his hand on her ass, squeezing. When he wasn't drinking the hand that held his glass rested over her thighs as she sat across him.

Suddenly, Sir Charles started laying out the basic plans for the wedding... for tomorrow. Samantha couldnt help be a little surprised at how fast things were moving, but then again, perhaps not. Everything had already been organized. He noted that he hope Richard didn't mind that he had had Crawly and Fowler start to make the arrangements for the wedding to take place in the house... Sir Richard's house. Of course Sir Richard said that he wouldn't have things any other way. Sir Charles indicated that the wedding was at noon but he had everything set for Samantha to get ready... 'to be taken care of'. Lady Roslyn then suggested that Samantha should go on up to bed because she had a long day ahead of her. She would also arrange for all of Samantha's things to be packed up so that they could be delivered to Sir Charles' house by the time the wedding was over.

Samantha said nothing as she finished her drink and looked from on to another. Then she nodded.

"I think I will go up." She stood and Sir Charles stood as well. But before she had the opportunity to walk away, he grabbed hold of her and pulled her towards him. One hand around her waist, the other holding her chin, he kissed her.. hard... long. And as much as her head told her otherwise, it didn't take long before she had become a participant in that kiss. When finally he pulled away, smiling, she turned to leave and he slapped her on the rear. Everyone laughed as she walked out of the room and up to bed.
 
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Sir Richard was happy too see that his daughter had finally been tamed by Sir Charles. But he knew and he pointed out many times that of any man could tame Samantha....it would be Sir Charles. Not long after Samantha had left for bed, Lady Roslyn headed off. She needed to get up very early in order to invite the special guests who had been waiting years for this moment to come. Lady Roslyn would also have to get the flowers ready and she would have the kitchen staff working on food and a cake. These were the only details that Sir Charles didn't have someone working on. Sir Richard & Sir Charles sat for a few more hours drinking brandy and talking about Samantha. Finally around midnight Sir Charles went home to get a few hours sleep before the wedding.

The morning didn't take long to arrive. It came rather quickly.....and perhaps a little quicker then Samantha would have wanted. Two maids came into Samantha's bedroom. One started the water running in Samantha's private bathroom while the other opened the curtains on the two large bedroom windows. The sun was bright and beautiful on this day. It was something that every bride wanted too see on their wedding day......well almost any bride.
 
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Samantha eased herself out of bed but sat for a moment as the maids drew the bath, ignoring her. They had clearly been given their instructions and clearly that was the only thing they were focused on doing. As they left Mr. Crawly came in. He looked at Samantha and smiled just a little, knowing much of what was in store for her across the course of today. He walked into the bathroom, looked around approvingly and then went and stood at the doorway, staring at Samantha. Waiting. For a moment she simply stared back.

"Dont make me come over there, girl. Believe me you will regret it." Samantha stared back for a moment longer, thinking, wondering whether he would go through with it his threat... But she wasn't really in any doubt. She pushed herself off of the bed and walked over. She came to a stop in front of him, expecting him to move aside, but he didn't. She stared up. He stared back ... and waited. It took her a moment to realize what he was waiting for. She sighed and then slipped off her nightdress. Crawly smiled a little more and only then did he step aside but he watched as she climbed into the bath.
 
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Once Samantha was inside of the bath tube, Mr. Crawly entered the bathroom then came over to Samantha. He looked down on her from a moment giving her a familiar grin then he lowered himself down to one knee. Mr.Crawly grabbed the bar of soap then he dunked it into the water. His hand which was holding the now wet bar of soap moved to Samantha's body. The bar started running over Samantha's shoulders while Mr. Crawly continued to smile at her. Soon his other hand joined in and both hands were washing Samantha's soft skin. " Your wedding to Sir Charles will take place at noon today.....You of course will be on time and dressed in a manner that Sir Charles has chosen. " Mr. Crawly said as his hands moved over Samantha's tits. He smirked at how Samantha reacted to the movement of his hands. Mr. Crawly then told Samantha that her wedding clothes would be delivered later. He said that she wouldn't see what Sir Charles had picked for her to wear since she had a special wedding present waiting for her in the barn.

While Mr. Crawly told Samantha how the early part of her day would play out his hands continued to roam over her naked body. He touched her in seductive ways while his hands washed Samantha. This was just to turn Samantha on. It was to make Samantha wanting of what would be coming her way soon. Even now Mr. Fowler, Mr. Saxon and Mr. Smythe were already waiting for Mr. Crawly to arrive with Samantha. Her special wedding gang bang would start once she entered the barn.This gang bang had been put on by Sir Charles as an extra payment for the men who worked so hard to put Samantha in her place. Sir Charles was eating his breakfast at his home. He knew that everything was already underway and by noon.....Samantha would be his bride.
 
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Samantha sat in the water and said nothing. She did nothing. Periodically she looked up at Crawly, but she said nothing and she fought hard to hide any response to what he was saying and what he was doing. As his hands moved over her tits, she closed her eyes for a moment and clenched her jaw fighting against allowing any herself to make a noise.

At the suggestion of a special present in the barn, she couldn't help but lift her gaze to him wondering what there might be in the barn, perhaps knowing inside that it would have something to do with Mr Fowler and perhaps the others but at the same time trying to deny the possibility. This wasn't what she had ever envisaged for a wedding day. She had never particularly been the kind of teenage girl who had thought longingly about her wedding day... never really yearned for the Prince Charming and the Cinderella affair. But never in her wildest dreams could she have imagined that it would have been like this. A man she had no fondness for at all but who still managed to draw her attention. Surrounded by men who not only drew it, but commanded it and the control they had over her excited her no matter how she might have tried to deny it.
 
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Mr. Crawly let his hand slip down under the water. His hand caressed over Samantha's chest then down her stomach until his hand was between her legs. His fingers teased at Samantha's sweet pussy lips while he looked at her. " Such a sweet little pussy you have Samantha......Perfectly made for giving pleasure to hard cocks......Cocks that you love to please.....Cocks that you want so badly. " Mr. Crawly whispered while his fingers continued to rub over Samantha's cunt. This was just to get her warmed up for the wedding present that was even now waiting for her. Mr. Crawly slipped a finger into Samantha's cunt then he started to fuck her slowly. " Even now that fire.....That longing is building deep inside of you......That desire to let the bad girl which you keep hidden out.......You want to be fucked hard and treated like a dirty little slut.......Don't you Samantha? " Mr. Crawly said while his grin grew bigger acrossed his face. He knew what Samantha's answer would be even before she said it. But she did and he pulled his finger from her pussy then stood up. Mr. Crawly dried his hand off the he grabbed for a large towel to dry Samantha with.

" It's time for your wedding present........You'll get what you want in the barn from the men that you want it from. " Mr. Crawly said as he held the towel open so he could wrap it around Samantha's body once she was above the water. Once Samantha was wrapped in the towel, Mr. Crawly left her for a moment while she dried off. He returned within seconds holding only a dressing gown and a pair of slip on shoes. " You wouldn't need anything else to wear.......Once you get to the barn you won't be wearing anything until it's time for you to get ready for your big day. " Mr. Crawly kept his grin in place while he spoke to Samantha. He would escort Samantha to the barn where her wedding gang bang would take place. In just a short time Samantha would have the four cocks that she desired the most and all at the same time.
 
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Samantha tried to sit still, her hands gripping the sides of the bath, but the longer Crawly moved his hand over her body and between her legs, the more her body started to respond. She began to move just a little back and forth. Her breathing became a little heavier and the start of every exhale was soon punctuated by a soft moan. His voice combined with his fingers and added to the intoxication; even the feel of his breath hot against her neck exentuated the sensations. And then sudddenly he pulled away and she was left wanting.

She opened her eyes and looked up to see him reaching for the large white towel, holding it open, waiting for her to step out of the bath. She acted as she was clearly expected to do without saying anything. Men in the barn. Getting what she wants. She didn't need to think too long to know that he was almost certainly talking about Mr Fowler and Mr. Saxon. The barn was the place she had first been taken... the place where she was taught to submit... to serve.... where they showed her what she craved. She felt her cheeks flush a little but said nothing. She was a little surprised when he disappeared but then even more so when he came back so quickly with the long ivory silk dressing gown. It was cool as it slid over her warm skin. She let him tie the belt around her waist and then she watched as he walked to the door and waited... waited for her to join him.

She slipped the heeled shoes and then walked towards him, past him and out into the corridor. Now it was her turn to wait whilst Crawly slipped out of the room, closed the door behind him and then led the way down the corridor towards the back stairs.
 
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Mr. Crawly lead Samantha to the backstairs and then down them. He continued to lead her through parts of the house until they exited using a rear doorway. Soon the pair was out in the gardens which were just behind the large house. It was only a short walk from the gardens to the barn where the men waited for Samantha. Mr. Crawly stopped at the side door then he reached out with his right hand opening the door. He allowed Samantha to take the lead once again. After Samantha stepped inside, Mr. Crawly followed closing the door behind him.

Mr. Fowler, Mr. Saxon and Mr. Smythe had all been sitting on hay bales until the door in front of them opened. As Samantha came inside each of the men stood up. They watched as Mr. Crawly came inside and closed the door behind him. He then moved around Samantha and joined with the others. " Your big day had finally arrived......It's a day that we've been working you towards for sometime now. " Fowler said as the men started to move closer to Samantha. " You are to be Sir Charles's married slut Samantha.......You'll service him as any other slut would no matter where or when he tells you......You'll also service anyone that you've been told to service.....No matter where that happens to be. " Mr. Smythe added as the men all grinned at her like a pack of hungry wolves and she was a side of raw beef. " Now strip Samantha......You have no need to cover yourself here. " Mr. Saxon said as his crossed his arms over his chest.
 
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Samantha stepped into the barn that was as familiar to her as any part of the main house. She knew what... who... was going to be waiting there before she walked in but seeing them stand, seeing Crawly take his place with them still seemed to surprise her. But more importantly, she recognized how it excited her. She looked from one to another and then her gaze focused on Mr Fowler as he spoke to her and stepped forward, then moved to Smythe and then finally to Mr. Saxon. She swallowed hard and then looked down and undid the belt around her waist.

"As far as the world is concerned..." Mr Saxon continued. "...you are the property of Sir Charles and you WILL service his needs... all of them. But you are also the property of the new Reich. And Mr. Smythe, as Sir Charles' senior valet, will make sure that you serve it as well." Samantha opened the silk dressing gown and pushed it back off of her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Samantha turned her head a little to look at Smythe. He was smiling, just a little.

"Dont worry Samantha. I have a barn just like this one... a home from home for you. You will quickly feel as good there as you do here and all of the men on staff have been waiting a long time for your arrival. Some of the women too." Smythe reached out a hand and hooked it around the back of Samantha's head, grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling her head back. He stepped close to her, bringing his mouth to her ear even though there was no real need - he wasn't whispering.

"You will not cross me Samantha. As Mr Saxon says... you WILL service... anyone.... anywhere... you will deny Sir Charles nothing.... you will deny me nothing... do you understand?" Samantha moaned as his fist tightened in her hair. She closed her eyes tight for a moment.

"Yes... I... understand."
 
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While Smythe was busy with Samantha, Mr. Fowler and the others started to remove their clothes. Mr. Smythe gave Samantha a smirk when she agreed on what was expected of her. Samantha would have her wifely duties as well as the duties of being a slut to anyone that she was told to service. She would have a few more days to play the dotting wife to Sir Charles and be the local slut for those men and women who worked for him or just wanted to use her. Then it would be time for Samantha to return back to America where she would start her work servicing the new Reich. Samantha wouldn't be alone very long since both Sir Charles and Mr. Smythe would come visiting the new Mrs. Sir Charles Rutherford in America.

Mr. Smythe kept a tight hold on the back of the hair on the back of Samantha's head until the other men were stripped. He placed a kiss upon Samantha's lips which started out soft, but quickly turned rough. Smythe broke the kiss when Mr. Crawly had moved in behind Samantha. He wrapped his arms around her waist as Smythe pulled away from the kiss. Smythe stepped back slowly while he started to undress in front of her. Mr. Fowler & Mr. Saxon then moved up to where they stood on each side of Samantha while still being just in front of her. Mr. Crawly's left hand slipped down Samantha's stomach until it moved between her legs. His already hard cock was pressing between the cheeks of her ass. " Be the wanting little slut Samantha........Take Mr. Fowler's and Mr. Saxon's cocks in your hands. " Mr. Crawly whispered softly into Samantha's ear while the fingers on his left hand where already busy stroking at the growing bud between her legs. Soon Mr. Smythe had finished stripping out of his clothes then he joined the other men taking the center between Fowler and Saxon.
 
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When Mr Smythe kissed her, Samantha's mouth opened to him almost immediately. Whether it was the bath, whether it was all of them being there, maybe it was everything, at that moment she recognized her own hunger and there was nothing that made her want to hide it from these men. She couldn't hide it from Mr Fowler or Mr Saxon; they had recognized a craving in her years before; they had cultivated it and developed it and made her into what she was. And she had quickly come to realize that Mr Crawly and Mr Smythe were the same kind of men. They had the same ability to make her want... make her crave this kind of attention. She moaned into Mr Smythe's mouth as she kissed him back and moaned again as he broke the kiss. She was breathing hard, her chest heaving as she watched him move away.

She squealed in surprise as she felt arms wrap around her from behind, felt a hard body come against her and a hard cock pressing against her ass. She turned her head just a little and quickly saw who it was, by which time his hand was pushing between her legs. She didnt need to be asked to spread her legs; her left foot moved out to the side and she leaned back just a little against the man behind her. As the other two men approached her, she looked first to one and then the other and then heard Mr. Crawly's instruction, felt the words hot against the skin on her neck.

"Yes Sir." She whispered in response again without giving it any thought. She reached out her hands to the sides and quickly found two more hard cocks waiting for her attention and she immediately started to stroke them.

"Always the wanting little slut aren't you..." Samantha only whimpered in response as Mr. Crawly's fingers continued to work between her legs.

"A whore... good for sucking and fucking... isn't that right Samantha." She whimpered again, eyes closed, lowering herself just a little, pressing herself against Mr Crawly's fingers. Suddenly she felt a sharp stinging slap against her cheek and she opened her eyes wide to see Mr Smythe stood immediately in front of him.

"Show some respect to you betters. Answer the man!"

"Im... sorry... yes... Sir"

"Yes what?" Smythe continued to press.

"Yes... only good for...aahmmmm... sucking... and ... and fucking." Smythe started to smile.

"Its good that you are starting to know your place. But you should understand this. In Sir Charles' life, his horses are the most important thing to him, closely followed by the hunting dogs. Once you are married in a few hours time, you will confirm your place as next in line... you have been there for years of course, but once you give yourself to him in front of God and once the church recognizes you as his property, you will formally take that position."

"Yes...yes Sir...aahmmmmm"

"Samantha...." he slapped her cheek again, a little lighter this time but enough to regain her attention which was clear drifting because of what Crawly was doing to her. "Dont you dare cum without my permission... you ask and you wait... is that clear?" Samantha nodded. "Ye...s... Sir....". Mr Smythe nodded and then brought his hand to her chin, taking hold of it but at the same time drawing his thumb over her lower lip. Samantha's mouth opened in a silent gasp and Mr Smythe slipped his thumb inside which Samantha immediately began to suck, making Mr Smythe smile a little.

"Sucking and fucking!" All four of the men chuckled a little.

"And you will be kept busy with both. Sir Charles has been waiting a long time so you should expect him to enjoy himself once he gets you home. But then you will suck and fuck whenever, wherever and whomever he says. Failure to do so will result in both his and my wroth. Understand" Samantha continued to gaze at him wide eyed, moaning, sucking, whimpering, and all the time continue to stroke the cocks in her hands. She nodded just enough for him to feel it.

"But you also belong to the new Reich. A whore for the Reich. As we speak, still photographs and movies of your little party in the West Pasture barn are being distributed here and in America. And Mr Chessman will give you the appropriate instruction and information on that when you return to the United States in a few days. Be a disobedient little slut as far as that is concerned and you will answer to him... to me... to Sir Charels... but most importantly... to the Colonel. Understand." Again he felt Samantha nodded as she moaned again. Samantha's eyes widened a little more at the thought of the Colonel punishing her for disobedience.

"Do you want to cum slut?" Mr Smythe asked, the hint of a grin playing around his mouth. She nodded. He shook his head slowly.

"You... will.... NOT.... cum." He pulled his thumb from her mouth and at the same time, Crawly withdrew his fingers and stepped away. As he moved around in front of her, standing next to My Smythe, Samantha looked around all four of them not sure what was going to happen next.

"Get on your knees." Samantha moved down slowly, still stroking.

"We are going to prepare you for your wedding... and when you say 'I do' to Sir Charles, in front of the priest and your parents and their friends, your cunt is going to be dripping wet and you will be begging for Sir Charles' attention... so much that you will do anything for him this afternoon... this evening... This is as much our present to him as it is his gift to us. Now open your fucking mouth."
 
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Even while Smythe was tell Samantha what was expected of her...things were already getting started back at the main house. Samantha's wedding to Sir Charles was still a few short hours away.......but many things needed to be done. Since it was a beautiful sunny day outside the garden would be the sight where Samantha would become Sir Charles's bride. Many of the household staff and other workers on the estate were hard at work setting up the chairs and tables for the guests and those in the wedding party. Smythe would stand as Sir Charles's best man while Mary who was married to Sir Edmond and had been Samantha's closest friend while growing up would be her matron of honor. This all had been taking care of by Sir Charles who hand picked all of the girls that would stand with Samantha. Jessica another of Samantha's friends was to be her maid of honor. She hadn't gotten married since Sir Charles kept her as his personal plaything. Jessica was given a flat in London and a monthly allowance so she could do as she pleased. But Jessica was under Sir Charles's thumb and when he was in London she was always waiting to take care of his needs.

The cake was being baked by the Chef who worked for Sir Richard while the rest of the kitchen staff was working on the food. Boxes of wine had been brought up from Sir Richard's private cellar. A truck from London came bring the flowers while a special deliver came from a shop which sold undergarments for women. Samantha would indeed be married to Sir Charles looking very much like a slut. Everything she would be wearing was inside a white box which was sitting on her bed. Inside was her corset, panties, stockings, shoes, garter belt and veil. All white of course, but that was it. Samantha would get no wedding dress and most of the people wouldn't even bat an eye lash at what she was wearing because she had made Sir Charles wait so long. A hand picked photographer was even now on his way to the estate so he was setting and ready for the wedding. Sir Charles was going to make sure that Samantha never forget this day. Just like she would never forget her place as his property.

Each of the men looked down on Samantha as she knelt before them. Her hands were still wrapped around the hard cocks of Mr. Fowler and Mr. Saxon stroking them slowly. They moaned slightly from her wrist movements while Mr. Smythe and Mr. Crawly stood in front of her. Their nicely hard cocks standing straight out staring at her. Fowler and Saxon moved just a bit so that Smythe & Crawly could move in closer. Once they had moved in their cocks were only inches from Samantha's face. " Open your mouth Samantha.......Take turns sucking our cocks while your hands keep stroking at Mr. Fowler and Mr. Saxon. " Mr. Crawly said as he placed his left hand on the back of Samantha's head moving it forward just a bit.
 
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Samantha let Mr Crawly guide her head. As ever she enjoyed the feel of his hand on the back of her head, but then all of these men knew - perhaps better than Samantha - all the little things that she liked. Her mouth opened wide in time for Mr Crawly hard cock to slide inside. Immediately she started to suck and she moaned softly as she felt the hand tighten in her hair. He moved her head back and forth for a few strokes then moved her mouth off of his cock and onto Mr Smythe's.

"hmmm.... Such a talented mouth... Look up at me Samantha... That's better... Hmmmm..." Crawly gave Smythe's a few moments then moved her mouth back to hs shaft. This time he pulled her all the way, buring his cock in her throat and holding her there.

"Shit... Sucking....and....fucking...argghh" when he pulled her head off of him, strings of saliva continued to link Samantha's mouth to hs cock, but Crawly immediately pushed her back onto Smythe's cock. Smythe then did the same thing, making her choke and gag. He slapped his fingers against her cheek.

"LOOK UP AT ME I SAID! Opening your fucking eyes and look up."

Samantha struggled to keep her eyes open as she choked but she did as she was told. When Crawly pulled her head off this time, Samantha gasped in air as more saliva ran over her chin and down onto her tits. As she sucked and gasped and moaned, Mr Saxon focused attention on her right tit, caressing, squeezing, pinching, twisting, slapping, making her squeal from time to time. The four men were enjoying themselves and so was the whore they had created.
 
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Mr. Fowler joined in as his hand reached down then his fingers twisted the nipple on Samantha's left tit. Her hands were jerking and she was doing a good job at keeping up with what Mr. Crawly was doing. Samantha had done this with Colonel Brack and his two men. The only difference was the addition of a fourth cock which didn't seem to bother Samantha. Crawly forced his cock down Samantha's throat then his hips bucked against her face. His heavy sack slapped against her chin with each forward thrust. Crawly pulled Samantha off again giving her a moment to take in some air then he pushed her head back onto Smythe's dick. He held Samantha's head there while Smythe fucked her face. " You're being such a good little slut Samantha.......We're going to give you just what you need. " Crawly said as he pulled Samantha's head back. Smythe told Crawly to hold her head where it was. He then leaned down and spit inside of her open mouth.

Crawly then pushed his cock back into Samantha's mouth. This went on a few more times until the four men changed places. Now Mr. Fowler and Mr. Saxon would get their cocks sucked while Samantha jerked the cocks of Mr. Smythe and Mr. Crawly. " That's it Samantha......Keep your eyes open......Keep looking up at your masters. " Mr. Fowler said as he was the one who was holding Samantha by the head. His cock was buried deep in her mouth then within moments Mr. Saxon's cock was balls deep in Samantha's willing mouth.
 
RE: LA EYE'S ( Katy & Crimson )

Samantha moaned and whimpered and squealed in between her choking and gasping. When Mr Crawly held her head and Mr Smythe leaned forward, she knew what he was about to do and she held her mouth open, still drawing in breath hard. She flinched a little as she felt his spit hit her tongue and her lip but before she was aware of anything else, Crawly's cock was pushed back into her mouth.

"She knows we will always give her what she needs... we know how to treat a slut and..." Mr Saxon slapped her tit hard and fast. "...we know just how much of a slut you are don't we Samantha." As Samantha squealed and as her shoulders haunched as she attempted to pull away from the slaps, the men laughed.

As he chuckled to himself, Mr Smythe turned and walked across to the baled hay. "She's not quite going to get everything she wants this morning though. Sir Charles wants her... desperate... at the time she says 'I do'. Now gentlemen what's say we break open those other two holes?"

The three others agreed eagerly and followed Mr Smythe; Mr Crawly 'helping' Samantha up by still holding her hair and they still keeping his grasp leading her across the cold floor of the barn. It was Crawly who sat down on the bale and only then did he let her hair go. Then before Samantha really knew what was happening, Mr Saxon and Mr Fowler picked her up, one on each side, each one with a hand under one of her thighs, spreading them wide and they placed her over the top of Crawly's upward pointing rock hard wet cock. He held the base of it as they lowered her down, impaling her on it. She gasped and then sighed with pleasure as she felt it sink into her, stretching her. Then an unseen hand pushed her forward and Mr Crawly wrapped his arms around her waist holding her tight against his chest. Mr Fowler reached out for her left hand and brought it back to his cock and she immediately started stroking it. Mr Smythe moved in front of her, pulled her head up and pushed his cock deep into her open mouth once again. Mr Saxon moved around behind her. There was a slightly evil grin on his face as he looked at Samantha's ass. Suddenly he slapped the right cheek hard and then almost immediately the left. He listed to her muffled squeal as he caressed his hands over the stinging flesh and then he slapped her again... in exactly the same way. They all knew what Samantha was going to be wearing at her wedding and he decided that pink cheeks would go perfectly with the pure white. They all knew that the idea of her wearing white was ridiculous, but Sir Charles was not trying to pretend that she was a virgin. Quite the contrary. This was part of her humiliation for having made him wait. She would be in white but very little of it. Everyone would see her as the slut she was. But everyone would also see that Sir Charles had finally taken ownership of her in a most complete way.

Mr Saxon kept slapping Samantha's ass until her cheeks were bright red and only then did he spread them and push his shaft into her ass... one smooth single stroke until he was ball deep in her ass. And then he withdrew... and slid in again. At the same time, Mr Crawly started to fuck her too. And all the time she squealed and screamed and moaned with Mr Smythe's dick in her mouth.

A mile or so away in the guest quarters of the house, on the large four-poster bed, Jessica was just climbing off of Sir Charles. She was smiling and both of them were breathing hard.

"Does sweet little Sammy know that I've been your.... playmate.... for a long time. Does she know that you will be keeping me as a mistress?"

"Not... yet.... but she will do.... Don't worry Jessica dear... you'll still have your London apartment and I will still ensure that ... your needs are taken care of... just as you will continue to take care of mine." A broad smile suddenly spread across his face. "And who knows... maybe when I bring my wife up to London next, I can bring her into our bed." Jessica smiled and kissed him. What pleased her most was that Charles had said Samantha would be brought to their bed and not the other way around. It had been a while since Jessica had seen Samantha but she was looking forward to it; Sir Charles had had Jessica choose the bride's outfit and Jessica had taken great pleasure in trying to find the sluttiest clothing she could. Jessica and Samantha had been quite close when they were younger. Samantha had told Jessica about losing her virginity to Mr Fowler... given her all of the details. Whilst a lot of the details didn't exactly do anything for her - the idea of submitting to men did not appeal to her even then - she had had a teenage crush on Mr Fowler and so she couldn't help be a little jealous. She had subsequently flirted with Mr Fowler many times to try and get him to fuck her, but he had never shown the slightest bit of interest. Perhaps there was something ironic in the the fact that she was now fucking Samantha's soon-to-be-husband.
 
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Samantha would soon find out the truth about what life was like in Sir Charles's world. He would take her on a short trip to London where Samantha would find that a wife's place was second to that of the Mistress. Jessica was already planning on how she would tease her once close friend while they were in bed with Sir Charles. This of course would all happen the day after Samantha spent the night as Sir Charles's wife. Jessica knew that Samantha would be returning to America in a few days. She had been told by Sir Charles that when he and Mr. Smythe would visit Samantha there not long after she arrived, Jessica would be going with them. Sir Charles would reward Jessica for her help with the wedding plans by taking her on this trip. It was also quite possible that Jessica could be useful in someway during this trip.

Mr. Saxon's cock stretched Samantha's ass wide open each time his meaty dick plowed into her. While this was happening Mr. Crawly's cock was forcing it's self up into Samantha's tight pussy. The redness on her ass checks stayed a nice bright color almost as if it had been painted on with a brush instead of a mans hand. These men would keep Samantha's ass a nice rosy color so everyone at her wedding would see that she had been up to something dirty. The panties that Jessica had chosen were specially made and hand cut high enough that much of Samantha's ass cheeks would show. They would be in fact the very first thong style panties ever made and Samantha would wear them to her wedding. Mr. Smythe kept a sly grin on his face while Samantha sucked on his cock. He knew everything that would happen today since he made many of the plans himself. Sir Charles didn't have to worry about anything as long as Mr. Smythe was around. The three man continued to fuck each of Samantha's wholes, bring her to the edge of orgasm just to leave her short and very wanting. They were giving her what she wanted, but they weren't going to let her cum. Samantha wouldn't cum until Sir Charles was with her and she was begging him for the right to do so.
 
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For about an hour, the four men continued to fuck Samantha's holes, with Fowler, Saxon and Smythe each moving around her and taking their turn in her mouth and her ass, whilst all the while Crawly continued to pay attention to her cunt. Samantha could only grunt and moan and whimper and squeal but the only thing she didn't like about what they were doing to her was that they would not let her cum. Each time her squeal and moans got to such a height that they could hear her climax approaching they would stop, spank her ass and move around. And every time they stopped she groaned in desperation. The men knew exactly what they were doing; they knew the torment they were causing and the need that they were creating. Sir Charles was going to have his slut so needy when she walked down the aisle to him that she would be begging him for release.

When they had each unloaded their cum in her belly, she was pulled up to her feet. Mr Crawly picked up the now dirty silk gown and tossed it to her telling her to put in one and then three other three men went their separate ways, all with different things to check before the noon event. Mr Crawly walked Samantha back to the house. Anyone who saw them would be in no doubt about where she had been; what she had been doing. But then no-one would be surprised by it. As the grand hall clock chimed 11.00am, Mr Crawly led Samantha into her room. Her mother's ladies maid was waiting; she would help dress Samantha, would do her hair and her makeup ready for her father who was fetching her at 11.55 precisely.

The box with the 'dress' inside was on the bed. Samantha said nothing but stepped over to it and opened it.

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Samantha lifted the corset slowly out of the box, hardly believing what she was seeing. There was a second box smaller box next to it. The veil. The heeled shoes were on the floor at the foot of the bed.

"Sir Charles cant really...." she turned and looked at Mr Crawly wide eyed, wondering how on earth she was going to walk out in front of people in nothing but the corset.

"Indeed he does." Crawly stepped towards her. "You're a slut and a whore and you made him wait. He will show you your place and you need to get used to the fact that Sir Charles is now your lord and Mr Smythe is your master. Now get dressed." He didn't move and Samantha realized that he was going to stand their and watch her. She did as she was told.

By 11.45, she was standing in front of him dressed in the outfit which unbeknowst to her, her imminent husband's mistress had selected for her. The lady's maid and tied her hair up and fixed the veil in place and there was a small bouquet of red roses for her to carry.

"Turn around." Mr Crawly instructed. She did so.

He stepped up to her, and then suddenly slapped her ass hard twice on each cheek, restoring the rosy glow.

"That's better."
 
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It was Mr. Crawly's job to make sure that the work done on Samantha's ass wasn't done in vain. Sir Charles wanted her ass cheeks to have a bright redness to them so that when she walked passed everyone they would see what a bad girl Samantha had been. After a few more quick and sharp slaps of his hand Mr. Crawly was happy and Samantha was now ready for her big day. She had been properly fucked a short time ago in the barn and now she would soon be married and become the property of Sir Charles. Mr. Crawly knew that she was very wanting right now since the slaps of his hand against her ass had caused her breathing to become heavy. He moved around then let his fingers rub between Samantha's legs. Crawly pulled his fingers away and saw the glistening wetness on his fingers. " You are quite ready Samantha. " Mr. Crawly said as a knock came to the door. It was Sir Richard asking if Samantha was ready.

Mr. Crawly gave Samantha a sly smile then he moved over and opened the door so Sir Richard could come in. " Samantha is ready as Sir Charles had requested. " Crawly said to Sir Richard giving him a bow of his head. Sir Richard came into Samantha's bedroom then took his daughters arm into his. They exited the room leaving just Mr. Crawly and the maid. Crawly told the maid that all of Samantha's belongings should be packed and ready to move before the reception was over. Samantha would be moving into her new home right after the wedding party was over. Mr. Crawly left the room leaving the maid to finish up what needed to be done. He caught up to Sir Richard and Samantha very quickly then walked down the stirs just behind them.

The guests were already waiting outside in the garden along with Sir Charles, Mr. Smythe and or course the Priest & Samantha's mother. Mary and Jessica were waiting just inside the house for Samantha to arrive with her father. This would be the first time that they all had seen each other in many years. The grand hall clock started to strike 12 noon as the wedding march started. The people stood then turned towards the rear door from where Samantha would be led out by her father. Sir Charles stood at the end of the isle with the biggest grin on his face. He knew that Samantha would be such a needy little slut after what happen in the barn and he was planning on humiliating her even more at her own wedding.
 
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Her father couldn't quite manage to hide the look of disdain on his face when he saw his daughter and what she was wearing. But he might have done the same as Sir Charles had his his brides ignored the instructions of her family and effectively mutinied against what was her obligation and duty. As he walked her across the great hall he took a short sideways glance at her.

"Do not shame me any more than you already have. You will be a good wife to Sir Charles. You will be an obedient wife. You will do exactly what you are about to promise him."

Samantha said nothing. She felt herself trembling a little, felt her ass burning and her clit aching for some relief. But she really didn't want to walk out... walk up to Sir Charles. There had to be something she could do to stop this. But she was more than aware that there was not. Her father brought her to a stop in front of Mary and Jessica.

"Samantha... say hello to your friends and remember your position. It might be about to change, but don't get ahead of yourself." Samantha looked at him and then back to the two women who were grinning at her, looking her up and down.

"Lady Mary." The two women had been friends long before Mary acquired her status, but at this moment in time as her father had pointed out, there was a status that distinguished the women. "Jessica." There was no such distinction between her and Jessica of course. "Thank you both for agreeing to...."

Jessica reached out her hand and ran her fingers down Samantha's cheeks slowly.

"How could we refuse Sir Charles. And how could we not be here on your big day."

"A day that has been too long coming Samantha" Mary added. "And don't you look just perfect. Doesn't she Jessica."

"Definitely. The outfit suits you so very well."

At that clock began to chime and the march started up. Sir Richard led his daughter to the doorway and waiting whilst the two women moved in about 10 feet behind her. They didn't want to get in the way of anyone seeing Samantha. And then they started walking. Samantha felt every one looking at her, she could see them making comments to each other, see the men grinning. About half way up on the right hand side was the group of men who had fucked her that first day in the barn before Colonel had arrived. But her gaze quickly shifted to Sir Charles as her father led her to him. He made no attempt to hide his pleasure at how she looked. Every bit the slut anyone who truly knew her knew she was. As she came to stand next to him, he was half tempted to reach between her legs and see how wet she was, but he managed to wait. The priest - a fat red faced old man - was staring at her tits, the corset appearing to be only just covering her nipples. After quite a while he finally managed to break his gaze away and start the ceremony. It was short, covering only the basics, and most importantly, requiring Samantha to give her body to Sir Charles...to love and honour and obey... As they were pronounced man and wife, Sir Charles half turned her towards the audience before reaching a hand behind her neck and pulling her into a deep kiss, a kiss which Samantha could not resist for long in her current state and it was only a matter of seconds before she was kissing her husband back
 
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