Trigger warning: non-consensual sex, placed in an 18th century time-setting.
“Save me from all who threaten to enslave me,” Rogier muttered.
He turned his dirty face up toward the bright blue sky he could see through the barred opening of his cell. Rogier looked down at his dirty clothes, covered in dirt and straw. A tear in the front of his once-white linen shirt left his muscular abdomen exposed.
As if on cue, his stomach grumbled with hunger. Ever since his imprisonment, he had no food or drink.
Are they going to starve me to death? Rogier wondered, but immediately shook his head. No… no, they want to enslave me… want to make me her slave.
His mind wandered back to the snippets of the conversation he had heard coming from outside his cell. He now understood that extravagantly bowing and smiling at the beautiful young lady he had encountered in the street the day before was the reason for being thrown in the dungeon.
“She wants him as her slave,” were the words he had overheard, followed by unsettling laughter.
She was Lady Amore, the daughter of the governor-general at this outpost of the Batavian colony. Lady Amore reigned with her father, since her mother died of scurvy on the voyage to this most southern tip of Africa.
Rogier had heard the crew of the ship talk about this iron lady, but he thought the older hands were trying to bluff the newcomers. How wrong he was. One look from her was enough to make him forget about his own status — a nobleman sent here to start a business with the sole purpose of filling the coffers of the establishment back home.
The lock on the door clanked and rumbled, and then the door swung open. A sentry beckoned him to follow. Rogier hurried after him. Another sentry closed the ranks behind him.
Even though he had some daylight in the cell, the light outside was too bright for Rogier’s eyes. He held his hand up to protect his them, while closely following the man leading the way.
Fear gripped his heart. Where were they taking him? What if they executed him?
The word echoed in his head.
They crossed the street, entered an alley, and exited onto another street. The sentry stopped in front of the closed door of a mansion. The door swung open the moment the sentries clicked their heels, taking position on either side of the door. A maid stood holding the door handle and beckoned Rogier inside.
He didn’t hear the door close behind him, as the wooden tub in the middle of the room, filled with steamy hot water, caught his attention.
“Undress,” the maid ordered.
Rogier wanted to remark on her tone — he was a nobleman, after all — but he decided against it. He had no idea what to expect and didn’t want to worsen the situation. He undressed, and following her directions, climbed into the tub.
“Polly,” the maid called out.
A second woman appeared. The two of them washed him from top to toe and paid special attention to his private parts. A mixture of embarrassment and pride filled him when they remarked on and giggled about his half-erection while washing his penis.
Rogier got out of the tub and allowed the maids to dry his body with rough towels. He fully expected them to give him clean clothes, but the first woman — Mary — ordered him to follow her.
With his back straight and his shoulders pulled back, he ignored his surroundings and kept his eyes fixed on Mary’s back. Two flights of spiraling stairs took them up to the sleeping quarters of the inhabitants of the enormous house. Mary knocked twice, opened a door, stepped aside, and waited for Rogier to enter.
Inside the room awaited a scene Rogier could never have imagined. On the floor — he was naked too — a man stood on all fours. He faced the wall to the right of the woman in the chair.
“Ah,” Lady Amore said, “finally you join us. Come on, hurry, take your place.”
Rogier stood still.
“On your knees, Rogier!”
He was so surprised she knew his name, he immediately dropped to his knees right where he stood.
“Not there! Come over here and face Brentley.”
Rogier did as he was told, feeling ridiculous for doing it but also knowing he had no choice.
Rogier turned his head to Lady Amore, but instantly turned his head back and put his lips on that of Brentley when pain flashed across his ass.
“If you please me, I will richly reward you. Come on, give me a show!”
Rogier’s growling stomach once again reminded him the last time he ate was early the previous morning. He tried to answer Brentley’s kiss with more passion, but was afraid he was failing. The men sat back on their legs and moved closer together. Their hands reached out to touch each other’s bodies.
Neither of them had an erection.
Rogier almost jumped backward when Brentley bent towards his crotch and took his flaccid penis in his mouth. He glanced at Lady Amore and almost gasped his surprise.
The lady had her legs spread wide, her dress pulled up, and she slowly finger-fucked herself while watching them. His erection grew hard in Brentley’s mouth.
“Turn around so Brentley can fuck you,” Lady Amore said in a hoarse voice.
Horror filled Rogier’s eyes. He pushed himself away from Brentley.
“No please, no. Not that. Please milady, have mercy on me.”
“I want to see him fuck you!”
“Mercy, milady, mercy, please!”
Lady Amore jumped up and several times her whip flashed across Rogier’s body, striking him all over. She walked closer to him and put her hand under his chin, lifting his face up so he could look at her.
“You dare to ask for mercy?”
Rogier tried to nod.
“Come!” she ordered, and relief flooded through Rogier’s body. She walked to the chair, pulled her dress up around her waist, and sat down again, putting her legs over the armrests.
“Lick me,” she ordered.
Immediately, Rogier got down on his knees and pushed his face between her legs. This he could do. Lady Amore folded her legs around his body, pinning him to the floor with surprisingly strong legs.
“If you please me, you can share my bed tonight,” she smiled down at Rogier.
Between his legs, his erection grew hard again. The prospect of fucking this lady kept him focused when hands gripped his hips from behind. Brentley spread his buttocks and for a moment Rogier wanted to stop and move away again, but Lady Amore pushed her cunt hard against his mouth.
Bit by bit, Brentley pushed inside him. Rogier moaned against Amore’s pussy. Pain filled his loins, but lust held him where he was. Soon he rocked backwards, accepting each of Brentley’s thrusts.
Lady Amore moaned when her orgasm squirted from her body, wetting Rogier’s chin and the seat below her. His mouth was still on her pussy when Brentley moaned and emptied his load deep inside Rogier.
Rogier pulled her up, turned her around, and pushed her over the chair. For the first time since his imprisonment, he was in control. He entered her from behind, holding his hand on the back of her neck to hold her in position.
Iron lady or not, she will soon know who’s in charge, he thought as he slammed his cock into her wet cunt.
© Rebel’s Notes