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Samantha could feel her heart pounding as the second kiss followed the first and as Sir Charles pulled her close against him. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth to him, her tongue moving around his. She moaned softly as his hands moved over her body. His hands were firm but not rough. He had barely ever done a hard days work in his life and certainly nothing which had involved sustained wear and tear on his hands. Nothing like the men who she had spent the morning with. Nonetheless, his hands on her body still had the same effect and she still enjoyed the way that they felt against her skin.

When Sir Charles told her to mount him, she stared, letting him place another short kiss on her mouth, looking at his expectant expression, his smug grin and then he lay back and waited. She hesitated for a moment but there was no question that she would refuse. Sir Charles was by no means the biggest man she had ever been fucked by but her was not small. And right now she needed to feel him inside her. She moved onto her knees and then lifted one leg so that she sat astride him. Reaching between her legs, she took hold of his shaft before guiding him to her entrance and then moaning softly as she held him until she felt his head slip inside her. Slowly, inch my inch, she settled herself onto his dick, sliding down him until he was buried inside her. Sat rocked her hips slowly back and forth just a little, almost grinding herself into him, squeezing herself around him. She looked down at him and brought her hands to her tits, caressing, squeezing, moaning a little more. She felt his hands moving onto her ass, squeezing, holding her and then as she started to lift herself, his hands went with her.
 
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The moment when Samantha gave herself to Sir Charles was with out a doubt the icing on the cake of victory. Everything that Sir Charles had ever wanted he got in time and Samantha was the most wanted prize of all. Now Samantha was fucking her new husband while giving him a show as she played with her tits. This added to the enjoyment for Sir Charles, but he also wanted to torment Samantha with the truth. He wanted to make her say and do things that she didn't want too. His hands followed along with Samantha's up and down movements. They squeezed her at ass cheeks while pulling them wide open. The finger on Sir Charles's right hand then started to tease at Samantha's tightest hole. His finger made little circles while pressing downward and soon his finger tip had popped into Samantha's ass.

" Tell me how much you love me Samantha.........I want too hear your voice crying out your love for me. " Sir Charles said as his finger slowly pushed deeper into Samantha's ass while she was now riding his cock. Her movements were causing those wonderful tits that she was playing with the move just enough while she twisted and squeezed her own nipples. This was quite the show for the man who finally had everything that he always wanted. His new slutty bride was riding herself to a huge orgasm since she had been so worked up over the past few hours. There were still one more exciting show that Samantha would put on to honor her husband. That would be after Samantha found out the truth about her friend Jessica and what her role was in Sir Charles's world.
 
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After a few moments, Samantha found a steady rhythm, riding her husband's cock steadily. If the truth be told, she was riding him for her own enjoyment ... her own pleasure and not his. She needed this. She had needed it almost since she had climbed out of the bath tub and when the men in the barn had made sure that she didn't get any release, her need had simply grown. No. There was nothing about this which was intended to be for Sir Charles' benefit. Of course that would be a consequence, but that couldn't be helped.

She closed her eyes and moaned as she moved steadily, rising and falling, squeezing herself around his shaft each time she rose and she groaned a little louder as she felt his finger easing into her ass.

"If... If I say... you... you know I'll be lying don't you? Do you... do you want me to... lie to you... now... tonight?"
 
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Sir Charles knew that people lie each and everyday. Some lies were small white lies and so were huge and could easily hurt someone else. However Sir Charles knew that Samantha wasn't in love with him, not as he really wanted her to be. But that hardly mattered since they were now married and tomorrow Samantha would find out that she wasn't the only cunt in Sir Charles's life. The other one who was Samantha's friend was more willing to do what Sir Charles wished. Money after all makes many people do things that they normally wouldn't.

Even as Samantha spoke to Sir Charles about lying to him, his hands stayed busy on her ass. Although soft, Sir Charles knew how to use his hands. They were rubbing then squeezing at Samantha's cheeks as she moved up and down. " I own you Samantha........It no longer matters whether you love me or lie to me..........So you'll do as I asked.......You'll be the perfect wife and obey her husband." Sir Charles said then he gave Samantha's ass cheeks a good hard slap of his hand for questioning his commands.
 
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Samantha squealed at the slap and for a second or two she lost the regular rhythm in her movements. She felt her cheek starting to sting as she gazed down at him but it didn't take her long to begin to rise and fall again, riding with the same steady movement as she had. He owned her. It wasn't a phrase she liked. It wasn't an idea she liked. But it was hard to argue otherwise. Her identity now was almost solely defined by her relationship to him. The perfect wife. Obey her husband. And somewhere in there was also the idea that she belonged to the New Reich; that her obedience was to them... it.

His cock did feel good though. And perhaps that was what she needed to concentrate on - at least for now.

"I... I... love... you."
 
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Sir Charles enjoyed having this control over Samantha. In just the matter of a few days Samantha had gone from being single to being married. The ownership of Samantha that Sir Charles spoke of was in fact a partnership between him and the New Fourth Reich. They would have control over Samantha while she was in America. Sir Charles could use her at anytime that he wanted and of course Samantha would carry his name with her. He already made plans to travel to America just so he could humiliate Samantha in front of her friends. While in America Samantha's strings would be pulled by Alexander Chessman and his daughter Alexandria. They would assume control over her actions once she returned.

" What you love my slutty wife........Is a nice hard cock between your legs........It doesn't matter who's cock it is.......All that matters is that you get fucked! " Sir Charles said as he looked up at Samantha while she was bouncing on top of him. Sir Charles wasn't foolish enough to believe that she loved him, by he knew that she couldn't resist a hard cock.....even if that hard cock belonged to Sir Charles. " Ride me Samantha.......Ride my hard cock.......Make yourself cum.......Make me cum inside you. " Sir Charles spoke in a whispered voice, but it was loud enough for Samantha too hear.
 
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She wasnt going to deny it. She did like it... Actually she loved it... Craved it. What surprised her a little however was the fact that Sir Charles didn't seem to mind. He didn't seem to care at all that despite being married now to him, she would still want other men. Men like Smythe and Fowler and Saxon. As he spoke to her, she continued to ride and moan as his dick filled her again and again and as his hands continued to squeeze her ass.

As the seconds ticked by, she steadily increased her speed, riding harder and faster,msqueezing tighter around him. After the day she had had, it didn't take long before she felt her climax approaching and she fought for a moment to hold on for her husband. When he did cum however, it was the last straw for her. She threw her head back, and her back arched, and her body tightened around him and she came hard at the same time as she felt him cumming deep inside her again and again.
 
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Sir Charles watched as the lovely Samantha rode his hard cock until they both came. His breathing had become somewhat labored as he could feel his balls tighten up close to his body. Then the warmth of Samantha's pussy became to much to handle. Sir Charles let out a long loud groan as his balls began to empty their load inside of Samantha's wet cunt. The jets of his glistening cream soon filled Samantha's cunt then it mixed with her own cum. Samantha had let go once she felt Sir Charles's cum flowing freely through her body. Now their cum was mixing together, Samantha's pussy had quickly become a sloppy wet mess, but this wasn't new for Samantha. Of course Samantha still had one more job to do and Sir Charles wouldn't let her forget.

" You still have your wifely duty to preform my dear........Make sure my cock is clean........Then take your place next to me in our bed. " Sir Charles said while he looked up at Samantha. She would spend the night in his arms as any newlywed bride would. There would be a quick breakfast then the couple would be off to London where Sir Charles would show Samantha off like the trophy that she was. Then it would be off to the flat that Jessica used. There the couple would join Jessica in some games before returning home then Samantha needed to get ready for her trip back to America. Film of Samantha's time in the barn had already reached Alexandra and his daughter. They watched it and enjoyed each moment of Samantha's humiliation. Samantha may not be broken, but she wouldn't be the same woman as when they last meet her. She would be easier to control now then before. This was good to know since Samantha would meeting the new Fuhrer of the Fourth Reich once she returned to America. She would also be expect to let the Fuhrer fuck her since that was her job in this new world order.
 
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Samantha moaned softly as she eased herself off of Sir Charles' cock. Still breathing hard and feeling the last of her climax coursing through her body, she moved slowly, 'dismounting' him and then understanding exactly what was expected of her, she moved down on her knees and leaned forward.

She took his semi-hard cock into her mouth and began to suck, lick, slurp, cleaning his cock and his balls from the mixed cum which covered them. Only when she had cleaned them completely did she sit back up before lying down beside her husband. Any distance that she might have preferred to have left between them was quickly removed when Sir Charles reached one arm underneath her and pulled her close. Saying nothing he closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep... smiling to himself.

When Samantha woke the following morning she was alone, her husband gone. She eased herself out of bed and then saw the light summer dress draped across the chair. A pair of heels on the floor next to it. Obviously someone had decided what she was going to be wearing today. It took her an hour to take a bath and to dress. If the truth be told, she was a little surprised that she had been left alone for that time, but of course there was no rush for anything any more. Sir Charles and Mr Smythe had a lifetime. As she stepped out into the hallway, wearing the clothes that had been laid out for her, she could smell breakfast. Bacon. Toast. She made her way downstairs, at the bottom of which was a man she didn't know but recognized from the previous evening. He smiled but said nothing, merely reaching out a hand and indicating the direction in which she needed to go to find the dining room. She also said nothing, merely nodded her head in a silent good morning, and then she followed his direction. She crossed the main hall and as she reached the farside a door opened. Mr Smythe. He stepped back and waited for her to enter the dining room and then he closed the door behind her. Sir Charles was sat at the head of a large dining table reading a morning paper. He looked up as she came in, smiled but said nothing. Mr Smythe pulled out a chair for Samantha, indicating where she was expected to sit - on the right hand side of her husband. She did so quietly and breakfast was served for her.
 
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After breakfast had been severed and Samantha had a chance to eat in peace, Mr. Smythe filled her in on what was happening today. He explained that she & Sir Charles were going to London for the day and they wouldn't return home until sometime tomorrow. Mr. Smythe only explained what Samantha needed to know. He didn't tell her that Sir Charles was just taking Samantha there to show her off to his friends. Samantha was indeed a true trophy wife and Sir Charles couldn't wait to show everyone that he finally caught a most sought after prize. Mr. Smythe also said that Samantha & Sir Charles would be staying at his flat while in London. Of course he didn't say that Jessica was already living there and that she was Sir Charles's mistress.

The bags of the trip had been packed and brought downstairs. The car had been brought around and was now waiting out front. The bags were then taken out to and placed into the car. Once Sir Charles had finished with his breakfast, he told Samantha that it was time to go. Sir Charles didn't wish to be late for the party he and Samantha were going to. He also didn't wish to be late for tea with his close friend Oswald Mosely. Yes they had many important places to go once in London and it would be a busy day. It would also be a busy night where Samantha would learn where a wife's place really was.
 
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Samantha only nodded silently as Mr Smythe briefly told her about the trip to London as she sipped on tea and spread butter on her toast. She was a little surprised that they were leaving the house he day after they were married but she said nothing. Perhaps Sir Charles saw the trip as a short 'honeymoon' in the capital.

A few moments later, Sir Charles stood up, wiping his mouth on the napkin and indicating that they were leaving there and then and that the car was waiting. Samantha looked even more surprised. She hesistated for a moment before standing up and following him. As she stepped outside she saw the car already loaded up. A london drive would take a few hours... a few hours sitting in the back of the car with Sir Charles. As she climbed in, Mr Smythe climbed in the driver's seat.
 
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Through most of the trip Sir Charles kept his hands busy by teasing and tormenting Samantha. Much the same way Mr. Crawly had done to Samantha while she was in the bath before her wedding to Sir Charles. It wasn't long after the car had pulled away from Sir Charles's Estate that he had Samantha's dress open exposing her breasts. First his pudgy fingers worked over Samantha's nipples, then he lowered his head working them over with his mouth and tongue. He moved his fingers from Samantha's nipples down to her pussy. Sir Charles had worked Samantha's dress up then his fingers started rubbing at the growing wetness between her legs.

Sir Charles enjoyed making his new wife squirm around in the backseat. He was treating her just like one would treat any common whore. If there was a royal title for being a whore, Sir Charles would see to it that Samantha was given that title. The hours passed by just as the miles did and soon Mr. Smythe announced that they were entering London. There first stop was to have tea with Oswald Mosley. Then it was off to a party being given in Sir Charles's honor. Many of his friends were gathering to celebrate Sir Charles's marriage to Samantha. This was seen as a great victory for Sir Charles since Samantha had been so sought after by many men over the years. Before long Mr. Smythe had pulled the car up in front of Mosley's house. He jumped out and opened the rear door so Sir Charles could get out first. Oswald Mosley was already waiting for his close friend out front. The two men exchanged greetings then Sir Charles held out his hand which was the sign for Samantha to join him.
 
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They seemed to have been in the car perhaps less than 20 minutes before Samantha felt Sir Charles' hands first on her leg. It was as if that was merely to get her attention because when she turned to look at him, his hands moved to the front of her dress, unbuttoning it. Samantha said nothing. What was there to say. She could not deny her own husband. But more than that; she wasn't going to deny him with Mr Smythe watching almost every move. Every time Samantha looked at the rear view mirror, he seemed to be looking back at her and at what Sir Charles was doing.

Her dress open almost to the waist, with Sir CHarles first using his hands and then his mouth, Samantha was effectively pinned to the seat. But she couldn't help but moan softly and particularly when she felt his hand move down between her legs. Instinctively, her knees spread and almost immediately, Sir Charles slipped his hand under her skirts. She let her head fall back on the seat and closed her eyes, forgetting her audience. But Sir Charles didn't let her cum. Just like Mr Smythe had done yesterday morning.

When Mr Smythe finally announced that they were in London, Sir Charles stopped and sat up. He did nothing to fix Samantha's dress, leaving her to do that. When Samantha lifted her head and opened her eyes, they were far enough into the City that there were people on the pavement and in other cars. She buttoned her dress front quickly straightened the skirt and then her hair. A short time later the car pulled to a stop and Sir Charles quickly climbed out. Very quickly Samantha saw his hand extend and she knew what was expected. She moved across the rear seat, reached out for Sir Charles' hand and stepped out of the same door that her husband had, to find herself stood in front of a thin, balding middle aged man with a strange looking moustache. What hair the man had was jet black and slicked back. His eyes were small and he did not look pleasant. He wasnt smiling as she stepped out. He was very much waiting to see what Sir Charles was about to present to him - and she definitely felt it was 'what' and not 'who'.
 
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After Sir Charles introduced Samantha to Mr. Mosley, the three went inside of his home. Mosley's home wasn't as large as the home owned by Sir Charles, but it was clear that Mosley lived well. He offered Sir Charles and Lady Samantha a drink after they were seated on the couch. Mosley poured his guests two scotch whiskey's then placed the glasses onto the table which sat in front of Sir Charles and Samantha. After pouring himself one, Mosley sat down in a chair near to the end of the couch where Samantha was seated.

Mosley opened a wooden box which was sitting on the table and offered Sir Charles a hand rolled cigar. Sir Charles gladly took it, he bit the end off then lit the cigar with a lighter. Mosley offered Samantha a cigar while Sir Charles took a long drag on his. He watched in curiosity wondering whether or not Samantha would take the cigar. Sir Charles had never seen Samantha smoke before, but that didn't mean she wouldn't except Mosley's offer.

Mr. Smythe waited outside after Sir Charles and Samantha went in to visit with Mosley. A sly grin slipped slowly over his face as Smythe wondered if Sir Charles would make Samantha preform a sexual act on his friend. Even if Samantha made it out of Mosley's house without sex, she would have a wild night at the flat where Jessica was waiting.
 
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Samantha was puzzled by Mosley offering her a cigar. She looked at him curiously and then looked to her other side to Sir Charles, equally puzzled. Sir Charles wondered for a moment whether she was asking for his permission with the look and certainly he thought that would be how it looked to Mosely. He smiled a little and gave the slightest nod. But Samantha wasn't asking for permission. She looked back at Mosely.

"No. Thank you." She shook her head a touch and smiled politely. "A cigarette perhaps ocassionally, but I... I don't smoke cigars Mr. Mosley." Mosley smiled back and closed the box. He stood up and walked across to a bureau which stood against the far wall. He picked up a decorated pearl inlaid cigarette box and walked back across until he was standing in front of her. Samantha looked up and the two of them stared at each other for a moment. He was about to open the box but he hesitated.

"Charles, I can see now precisely why you pursued this young woman." He reached out his empty hand and drew the back of his forefinger down her cheek. Samantha didnt move. "I think Herman would have been particularly enamoured... Do you know who Herman Goering was my dear?"

Samantha could hardly believe what she was hearing but the patronizing question at the end was just too much.

"Of course I know who Goering was. I am not stupid Mr. Mosley." she snapped back at him. She had barely finished speaking before she felt the short sharp slap of Mosley's fingers across her cheek. Sir Charles visibly stiffened in his chair and the smile disappeared from his face.

"SAMANTHA. Apologise immediately otherwise I will put you over my knee and teach you some manners right here and now. You WILL NOT speak to my friends... in fact you will not speak to anyone like that. Do you understand?" Samantha swallowed hard, her cheek stinging a little, as she looked at Sir Charles and took his rebuke. Slowly she looked back up at Mosley. He was waiting, expressionless.

"I... I apologize." The hint of a smile appeared on his face.

"You would do well to listen to Charles my dear. There are many people who will not be as tolerant as I and who would take it on themselves to punish an insolent whore in ways much more humiliating and painful than a public spanking. And they won't wait for your husband to give them permission."

"I wouldn't expect them to." Charles added as Mosely continued.

"Colonel Brack for example. I believe you have had the privilige of meeting him." He turned to Sir Charles for a moment. "Thank you for a copy of the film by the way." He looked back down at Samantha. "Most enjoyable. But as good as the images were my dear, they really did not do you justice. Now... where were we... oh yes... Herman... yes, you are very definitely his type... or would have been." Only now did he remember the box. He opened it, took out a cigerette, placed the box down on the table next to the cigar box and then lit the cigarette before handing it to Samantha. She hesitated for a moment before deciding that refusing was perhaps not the best option. Tentatively she took the cigarette and placed it to her mouth. She couldnt deny that she enjoyed it as she inhaled whilst Mosley settled himself back into his chair.

"So Charles, tell me about yesterday. I am so sorry I couldnt be there." As she spoke, Samantha was more than aware that he continued to look at her, his eyes wandering slowly up and down the length of her body as she sat a few feet away from him. She sipped her whiskey and smoked her cigarette without saying anything. Charles reached into his pocket as he started to outline how perfect the day had been for him. He pulled out a number of small postcards... some of the photographs that had been taken in the library. He handed them to Samantha and asked her to pass them to Mosley, which she did in silence, feeling her cheeks flushing. He smiled as he took them from her and started to look through them slowly as Charles outlined the events of the day. Ocassionally he would look across to her, to a particular part of her body as if he were seeking to confirm something that he had seen in the photograph.

"That all sounds perfect. I am even more regretful now that I couldnt make it to see you yesterday." Mosley said as Charles finished. He handed back the photographs, his gaze on Samantha, blowing out a cloud of cigar smoke, the hint of a smile playing around his thin mouth.
 
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Mosley sat there with his legs crossed puffing away on his cigar as he spoke with Sir Charles. Sir Charles didn't spare any details on what happened to Samantha before, during or after the ceremony. Her actions even though they had been setup, made Samantha seem just like the whore everyone said that she was. Tea was soon brought in by a servant and once everyone had a cup the servant left. But this young woman certainly heard a lot about Samantha while she was in the room.

Once Sir Charles finished with his tails of Samantha's dirty wedding day and night, the talk turned quickly to politics. The men disgust Mosley's idea of a single nation-state covering the continent of Europe into one nation. Mosley also told Sir Charles that he had gotten back into politics, but this was pretty obvious by now. Then the conversation turned to the New Reich and how well many of those in power around the world were hidden. Mosley remarked how easy it was to slip people into positions of power after the war ended. The people of the world had become so tired of war that they accepted all most anyone without to much information on their background.
 
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Samantha could do nothing but sit and listen to the two men talking across her, almost as if she wasn't there, but of course she knew that Charles was saying much of what he was precisely because she was there. As he talked about his and her father's men using her in the morning, bringing her to him desperate. The dress so perfectly showing everyone what she was. Her eagerness to get on her knees. And all the time, Mosley simply looked at her, sipped his scotch and smoked his cigar. She could feel his eyes burning into her.

"From everything you say my friend, your wife is going to be an excellent servant of the new Reich - as long as she learns the lessons she needs to from both you and Alexander. I hear you will be there in a few days time. Please give him my best - and the beautiful Alexandra of course. Who will be at the party this evening? Ronald? Gerald? Walter? My dear, they will just love you." He reached over and placed his hand on her knees, squeezing firmly. "Do you remember some of those evenings we spent at Ronald's Hampshire place before the War.... " He shook his head and smiled as he remembered. Sir Charles laughed out loud.

"They always seemed to finish up as events which were somewhat... Bacchanalian shall we shay." Now it was Mosley's turn to laugh out loud. "Ahhh but so many good men from that time no longer with us. It's a shame you wont get to meet them." With that he pushed himself out of the chair and walked back to the bureau. This time he opened a drawer.

"I have a present for you my dear, if Charles will permit. Come here." He walked back into the middle of the room and waited. Samantha looked at Charles and saw him nod and then when she didn't move immediately, she saw him glare. She stood up and walked to where Mosley was standing.

"Turn around." She did as she was told, turning so that she was now looking back at Sir Charles. Almost immediately, Mosley reached around her. She recognized that he was about to secure a necklace of some kind; at the moment she couldn't see what it was.

"Lift your hair my dear... that's it. This is a runic symbol; it represents the sun. It's called the oblique sig rune." Sir Charles smiled, recognizing the symbol for what it was. He wondered whether Samantha would; he was sure if she saw two of them side by side, she would have no difficulty, but a single one, with three diamonds in the upper section of it...

"Oswald, that is truly magnificent."

"I'm glad you like it." He brought his hands onto Samantha's shoulders, stretching his fingers wide, feeling her skin soft underneath. Samantha looked down. She couldn't hide her susprise. It did look beautiful. There was something distinctly familiar about it but she could quite place it and she didn't dwell on it.

"It's... beautiful." she whispered. "Thank you."

"Truth be told, I think the collar you were wearing in the pictures yesterday suits you better." He ran his hands slowly down her arms and stepped a little closer to her, so that she could feel his breath on her neck as he spoke. "A collar shows the world who... and what... you are. But when Charles permits you to be without that, this will be a fine replacement."

Two oblique sigs side by side was a symbol known around the world; it was the insignia of the SS. What only a few people knew however was that a single oblique sig was frequently warn by women who were the mistresses of SS officers and over time that had evolved to include women... whores... who the SS officers valued. Mosley and Charles were well aware of this as would be most of the people Samantha would meet later. Those who didn't know would simply see it as an expensive piece of diamond and silver jewellery.
 
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The afternoon passed quickly and soon the time came for Sir Charles and Lady Samantha to be on there way. Mosley escorted them to the front door shaking Sir Charles's hand then he gave Samantha a short kiss upon her cheek. The seemingly happy couple exited from Mosley's home and climbed back into their car. Smythe pulled the car out into the street and headed for their next stop which was the party being given by a few of Sir Charles's closest friends. Another car pulled and followed just behind Sir Charles's car. Sir Nigel Scott and the detective from Scotland Yard were in this car as they made their way through the streets of London.

Smythe soon pulled the car up in front of one of the larger hotels in London. Sir Charles's friends had rented a room here which was used for parties. This party would feature dinner, dancing and plenty of laughter. Everyone would have a great time....everyone except for Samantha who would be teased and tormented sexually by Sir Charles and his friends. All of Samantha's sexual torment was to get her ready again for another night of pleasure at the flat that Jessica lived in. She still hadn't found out that Sir Charles was keeping Jessica as his Mistress here in London, but Samantha would soon find out the truth.
 
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While Samantha sat for the remainder of the afternoon quietly and the two friends reminisced, she couldn't help but let her fingers play a little with the new jewelery around her neck. It truly was a beautiful piece and Samantha was sure she had seem something like it - but nowhere near as pretty - somewhere before. There was just something about it....

When the time came to leave, she stood up and stepped outside just ahead of her husband. She waited patiently at the door whilst Charles and Mosley said their goodbyes and then she followed Charles into the car. The next stage of the journey was short, and Charles said nothing. He simply sat, smiling a little, with his hand resting on Samantha's knee. The car pulled up outside the May Fair, one of London's finest hotels

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Once again, Mr Smythe opened the door for Sir Charles who stepped out and then waited for Samantha to follow. Once she had, the two of them walked into the lobby and the concierge immediately greeted Sir Charles, clearly recognizing him and immediately leading him towards the elevators.

"The Baron and his guests are in the Azure, Sir Charles."He clicked the call button on the lift and the gold doors opened immediately and then after he waited for Sir Charles and Samantha to step inside, he reached in and selected the appropriate floor.

"I trust you will have a good evening Sir Charles."
 
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The party started once the guest of honor arrived and that of course was Sir Charles. He was greeted by his old friends and those who came with them. Sir Charles introduced Samantha to everyone, but most already knew who she was. Sir Charles sat at the head of a long table which faced all of the other tables. The guest list included the high and mighty of British society, some Military Officers and even Royalty. Some 50 plus people had come to wish Sir Charles luck on his marriage to Samantha. Of course they also wished Lady Samantha good luck and some of the lucky ones got the chance to tease her sexually. During the dinner while Samantha was sitting with Sir Charles on her right. The Baron who was sitting on Samantha's left made good use of his free hand. He had placed it upon Samantha's thigh, then it quickly found her pussy. The Baron's fingers started working over Samantha's cunt while Sir Charles told her to jerk the Baron off.

Samantha was asked to dance many times after the dinner was over. Most of those she danced with made good use of their hands groping and foundling her body. Sir Charles enjoyed seeing Samantha treated in this manner. Everything that was being done to her now would only help get Samantha turned on again. Then once they reached the flat where they would stay for the night, Samantha would be expected please before she felt any release. The hours had ticked by and soon it was time for Sir Charles and Lady Samantha to leave. They thanked everyone before doing so, then quickly left the hotel and headed for the flat where they would be staying the night. Jessica was already for them to arrive, she was wearing something very sexy and had chilled champagne ready.
 
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What else could Samantha do. She sat where she was told with Charles on one side of her and one of his friends - Baron Brocket (Ronald Nall-Cain) - on the other. She had no choice but to sit and let him paw at her. Initially she wanted to pull away... find another seat. She looked at Charles who only glanced back at her and smirked. If she was left in any doubt that he knew what his friend was doing, it was removed when she felt his breath on her neck and heard him whisper in her ear telling her what to do. As the two of them continued to sit there, she found it harder to stifle the moans but the Baron didn't seem to worried about anyone knowing what she was doing for him.

When it came to the dancing later, the men did little to hide what they were doing with their hands... squeezing her ass and her tits and they ground themselves against her, some of them kissing at her neck or having her suck their fingers. And there were plenty of people watching and commenting freely. The Earl of Portsmouth seemed to take great pleasure in telling her how much the men of the new Reich were going to enjoy her for years to come, that he had enjoyed the film of her with the Colonel, and that Charles had known for many years just how much of a whore she truly was.

By the time Charles led her out of the suite, there was no question of her need for some release but at least for now, Charles didn't seem in a rush to satisfy her.
 
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The drive to Sir Charles's flat wasn't a long one. It was only a few blocks down from the hotel where the party had been. Mr. Smythe pulled the car in front of the building then he jumped out. He rushed around opening the door for Sir Charles who stepped out. He looked around then looked upwards towards the top of the building. The flat which Sir Charles owned was more then the name gave credit to. His apartment in London was the whole top floor of this building. Mr Smythe stood next to Sir Charles looking up at the lights which were on. They both knew that lovely Jessica would be ready fro them. Smythe stepped aside as Sir Charles extended his hand into the car to help Samantha out.

Mr. Smythe went around behind the car and started to unload the bags as Sir Charles lead Samantha into the building. Once he had the bags in hand, Smythe followed behind them. The three entered the elevator then started up until it stopped at the top floor. Sir Charles's apartment was the only one on the top floor so when the elevator doors opened, his apartment door was right there. Sir Charles who was still leading Samantha by the hand exited from the elevator then he knocked on the door. This may seem strange to Samantha, but it was all part of Sir Charles's plan to surprise his blushing bride. The door slowly opened and stand there leaning against the door jam was Jessica. She was wearing a see thru Red night gown and nothing else underneath. " I was starting to think that you decided to let Samantha play at the party. " Jessica said as a sly smile drew slowly over her face. She then stepped away from the door letting Sir Charles, Mr. Smythe and Samantha in.
 
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Samantha did what she had done twice before that day; she reached and took Sir Charles' hand and stepped out of the car. Night had fallen, but it was still warm. The apartment building was at Hyde Park and Samantha imagined that the views over the park itself would be very good. She walked with Charles into the marble entrance and lobby conscious of Mr Smythe a few feet behind her. They were all silent as the stepped out of the elevator and headed to the door. She couldn't help but be a little puzzled at why he was knocking - who was going to open it - but before she could say anything the door opened and realization dawned.

The three of them stepped through the open door. Charles slipped off his coat and looked at Samantha

"Well what did you think my dear? That I had been waiting around for you for the last eight years?" He wrapped an arm around Jessica's waist and pulled her towards him. Jessica looked at her and smiled as she pressed her body against him.

"Whilst you were rejecting my advances, ..." he turned and started to walk with Jessica into the main area of the apartment. Samantha looked at Mr Smythe who merely indicated that she should follow, which both of them then did. "... Jessica was not. She has been by my side... and in my bed... since before you ran off to America. And you should get used to the fact that that is where she will remain." As Charles finished what he was saying, he let himself fall down into an extremely large soft corner couch, pulling Jessica with him, giggling as they fell.

The apartment was incredible. Even from the little she could see of it at the moment.

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Three of the four sides of the room that they had finished up in were floor to ceiling glass; full length windows looking out over the park. Directly opposite where Charles has sat, the full glass was not a window but a door; a door which was quite literally the size of the wall. It was open which expanded the size of the 'room' a little more onto a balcony.

As if to make his point, almost as soon as he had landed on the couch, he kissed Jessica hard, passionately. Jessica's hand moved up and down his thigh as she moaned softly. Before Samantha could do anything else, it was Mr Smythe who spoke next.

"Come with me."

She looked at him and realized that he was talking to her. She hesistated for a moment too long and saw his gaze turn to a glare. She moved quickly, following him into one of the bedrooms. Again, one wall was floor to ceiling windows looking out over the park. Mr Smythe picked up a small valise and placed it on the dresser.

"Take off the necklace. You will only wear that when you are out in public - and always when you are out in public - unless Sir Charles tells you otherwise. At all other times... at the Estate... here... whenever Sir Charles so indicates... you will wear this." He pulled out the collar she had warn yesterday throughout the day. "This will remind you of the promises you made yesterday." He fixed it around her neck once she had placed Mosley's gift on the dresser.

He stepped closer to her and took hold of her chin. "I can imagine after visiting with Mr. Mosely and the Baron that you are... in need of release. Perhaps if you are a good whore, you might get it." He pushed her head away and smiled. "Now get undressed."

As she did as she was told, he started to unpack Sir Charles' belongings.

"Don't feel too bad about Miss Jessica. You were always going to finish up in the position you are in now. Sir Charles had decided on you as a whore for the New Reich on... I think it was the third hunt you accompanied him on. You were perhaps 14 or 15. Even then he knew what you were. And when Mr. Fowler took you that very first time once you were 16.... we all knew it was only a matter of time. You showed us all how right he was."

Once he was done unpacking, he slipped his own jacket off and looked at Samantha, she was naked except for the collar. Her stepped over to her and clipped the leather lead into one of the silver metal loops in the collar.

"Off you go then. Present yourself back to Sir Charles, just as you would to Mr. Fowler or Mr. Saxon... or me!" Samantha swallowed hard and then turned and headed back to the room where Sir Charles and Jessica were sat. Mr Smythe followed behind her rolling up the sleeves of his crisp white shirt. Samantha walked up to a spot in front of the couch, about half way between it and the open glass doorway onto the balcony. She tucked her hands behind her holding them in the small of her back just as Mr Fowler had taught her. Jessica and Sir Charles were where they had been when Samantha and Mr Smythe had left, next to each other with Jessica half draped over him, the red transluscent gown draped over her ivory skin. His tie now was undone and the top half of his shirt was open.

"Well well. Have you enjoyed your day in London Samantha?" Jessica asked as her hands continued to play, one at Sir Charles' neck and the other on his chest. Samantha looked at her but said nothing. Sir Charles sighed.

"I'm getting tired of your rudeness Samantha. Answer Jessica now!"

"yes... Thank you."

"Hmmm. I imagine you would have been a little disappointed to be pulled away from the Baron's party. All those great men wanting to use you... Wanting to fuck you. Not to worry Sam. They'll all get their chance one day." She smiled a little smugly. "You know, I remember calling you a slut when you told me that you had let your father's stable master take your virginity., when you told me what he did to you in the stable and how much you enjoyed it." Samantha could feel her cheeks flushing and Jessica could see it. "I never knew just how right I was. Look at you. And Now your husband has displayed you as his whore to everyone that matters... Yesterday and today."

There was nothing Samantha could do except stand before them
 
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Mr. Smythe followed just behind Samantha when she left the master bedroom. He stood a few feet from her left side near the end of the couch. Smythe listened to what Jessica was saying while he watched Samantha closely. A smirk came to Smythe's face as Jessica spoke of Samantha's past with Mr. Fowler and Mr. Saxon. He did enjoy how Samantha reacted when she was reminded of what a nasty little whore she really was. Samantha's cheeks taking on that rosy red glow just like her ass cheeks had yesterday.

Sir Charles was greatly disappointed with how Samantha was acting. It was time for her to learn her place, the place where every whore wife should be. He demanded that Samantha kneel in front of them. She had no right to be standing while they were sitting before her. " Since you married Sir Charles and became his bride........You've also gained Jessica as your new Mistress.......You'll do whatever she tells you.......When she tells you to do it! " Smythe barked out at Samantha once she was kneeling on the floor. " You were very rude to your Mistress Samantha! " Sir Charles said as he held Jessica's body close to his. " I believe you owe Jessica an apology.........Be a good little slut and kiss your Mistresses foot while asking for her forgiveness. "Sir Charles again demanded as he looked down on Samantha. Jessica hearing what Sir Charles had just said, extended her right foot out towards Samantha. It wasn't far enough in the air, so Samantha would have to drop down on her hands to reach it. Smythe looked down continuing to watch Samantha. He knew that Jessica was just starting to have her fun with Samantha. There was plenty more humiliation coming for Samantha.
 
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Samantha moved slowly down to her knees as instructed but her attention was quickly drawn to Mr Smythe as he spoke clearly and strongly, telling her of her 'new position'. Part of her struggled to comprehend what he was saying; this wasny supposed to be what happened when you were married to someone. But at the same time she wasn't really surpried by it. It was at the point now that very little truly surprised her about Sir Charles or the circumstances in which she found herself.

As Sir Charles started speaking again, she looked back at him, but still more than conscious of Mr Smythe's presence. Then she watched as Jessica slowly raised her foot. Samantha couldnt help but notice the smirk on Jessica's face as she waited. Samantha glared at her but was then aware of a glare coming in her direction from Smythe. Samantha moved onto her hands and inched forwards.

"I apologise." Samantha swallowed hard. "Please forgive me." Jessica smiled a little broader as she felt Samantha's soft lips on the bridge of her foot.

"I followed you one day... to the barn. Saw you with Mr Fowler. I think we were probably about 17. You went looking for it. I saw you walk into the stables while most of the other hands were out exercising the horses. THen I watched Mr Fowler walk in. I followed him and hid in an empty stall. I saw him bend you over and I heard you beg for him. Do you still do that now Samantha?"

Samantha lifted her eyes whilst she continued to place soft kisses on Jessica's foot but she said nothing.
 
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