Seducing Miss Cecily (Victorian Virgins)
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Authors: Sapphire Del Rey
(Victorian
Virgins – Book #3)
This book is a work of
fiction.
Names, characters, places, and
incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and
are not to be construed as real.
Any resemblance
to actual events, locales, organizations or persons, living or dead, is
entirely coincidental.
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2013
Sapphire Del Rey is acknowledged as the author of this book
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Cecily heard the sounds of the
gathering before anything else, the laughter and muted voices carrying down the
long hallway.
There were a large number
of people here in the Earl of Sutton’s home on this frosty winter night, and
she was certain
none
of them were here for any reason other than
outright sin and seduction.
The earl’s
winter house party was legendary among the
ton
for being the absolute
height of debauchery, and one that, whether they admitted it or not, everyone
secretly longed for an invitation to attend.
To quote Margie, the cook’s assistant, in her rather crude manner, it
was the place to fuck and be fucked.
She had heard stories, mostly from
Margie and the upstairs maids at Folsom House, which was, of course, the London
home of her employer, the Marquess of Longchamp, about how most of the women at
the earl’s house party didn’t wear clothes and about how debauched sex acts
took place in public.
In public
!
She couldn’t imagine that kind of
perversion.
Not that Cecily was a prude.
Far from it.
In fact, at one time, she herself had been a member of the minor
peerage, her father a local baron, though never a member of the true upper
crust.
In those circles, talk of
fucking was never far from anyone’s mind or lips, even the ladies.
After all, her social circle spent a fair
amount of time in the country and saw such carnal acts between animals rather
often.
Not to mention that it was often
said that there was little difference between a stallion with a desire to breed
and an English lord when he saw a woman’s tits.
So Cecily had a fair idea of the sexual appetites of the lords of
society.
Even if she hadn’t before, she
certainly had after working for Longchamp, even for a few scant months.
Still, she found it hard to believe that
this kind of thing went on with regularity and that polite society as a whole
turned a blind eye to the entire thing.
Then again, she mused as she was
led down the corridor, if most of polite society was, in fact, inside the
ballroom ahead of her, why would they acknowledge their secret sins for all the
world to see?
After all, if the Prince
Regent himself could have more women than most men dreamed of, why shouldn’t
the rest of the peerage indulge when they wished?
And indulge they did – often and
without regard for who they used in the process – which was, Cecily suspected
how she’d ended up here in the first place.
After only a short time in his
employ, she’d grown tired of the marquess grabbing and groping her, squeezing
her breasts so hard that it hurt every time he caught her alone.
So she’d appealed to Folsom House’s butler,
Tully, for help in securing a new position.
At first, he’d looked at her oddly, then, even more strangely, asked if
she was a virgin.
She’d grown indignant
then, but only for a moment, before looking the man in the eye and stating that
she was, indeed, still an innocent.
Had she known at the time what
Tully had been planning, she would have said she’d lost her virginity years
ago.
Instead, she’d been kidnapped and
was now dressed in a corset, stockings, garters, and nothing more, blindfolded
and being led down a hall towards the waiting ballroom beyond.
There, she knew exactly what would
happen.
Tully, who apparently also worked
for the earl on the side, and his “assistant” Margeaux, herself a French whore,
had described it all in painfully exquisite detail.
This was the first night of the
house party and all of the extremely important guests had arrived.
As was customary, select members of the
peerage would be given gifts for the evening, so called “party favours,” a name
borrowed from that infernal Helios Club she’d been told, that they could do
with as they pleased and that always ended in the innocent being fucked.
Cecily, as well as the three other women and
four men being led down the hall with her, were the “gifts” for this year’s
celebration.
Tonight, whether she was willing or
not, Cecily would be taken and fucked, solely for the amusement of a member of
society.
After that?
She had no idea what would happen to
her.
Tully and the whore weren’t
talking.
However, Cecily couldn’t
imagine that the result would be good, whatever it was.
At best, she supposed she would be sold into
prostitution.
At worst?
Left on the street to die.
Considering the options, the groping at
Folsom House didn’t seem quite so repugnant any longer.
In fact, she’d fuck the marquess himself if
it saved her from a life of whoring for sailors and the lowest dregs of
mankind.
She felt a breeze brush past her
face and then the warmth of the ballroom pulled her in, caressing her bare skin
like a lover’s touch.
A hand at her
back gave her a small push, forcing her deeper into the room, and she stumbled
a bit before that same hand steadied her.
Beyond the blackness, she heard the rustle of fabric and felt the soft
stroke of velvet across her arm.
However, the voices in the room were still muted and she decided they
must be behind a screen or curtain of some type.
Otherwise, given the way they were dressed – the women like sluts
and the men bare-chested, wearing breeches so tight that their semi-erect
cocks, thanks mostly to Margeaux’s earlier ministrations, were on full display
– Cecily was certain that at least someone would make a rude remark the moment
they were seen.
This was the
ton
,
after all.
It was unavoidable.
Then, large hands shoved her
backwards and she tumbled, rather ungracefully, into a soft, high backed
chair.
Her legs were forcibly spread
open, her feet planted wide on either side of the chair, and a voice growled
low in her ear.
“Keep your legs open and that sweet
little cunny of yours on display, love.
Otherwise, there will be hell to pay.
When someone taps you on the shoulder, you stand.
Until then, you don’t move.
At all.”
He paused and she could smell the faint tinge of whiskey on the man’s
breath.
“After that, well, you’ll see
for yourself.”
With that, he moved her legs a few
more times until they were open to his satisfaction and sliding a finger into
her cunt to see if she was wet before moving on to the next woman.
Cecily was too afraid to move, even though
her mind screamed at her to get up and run.
But where would she go?
With her
wrists bound in front of her, there wasn’t much she could do, other than pull off
the blindfold and run, hoping for the best.
However, she had no doubt that, dressed as she was, it wouldn’t be long
before she was attacked and fucked.
Or
worse.
No, given what she’d been told, she
knew her best course of action was to remain seated and simply accept whatever
happened.
At least she knew she
wouldn’t be beaten.
Tully had told them
all that Sutton chose those he bestowed gifts on very carefully, wanting to be
certain that the recipient would truly appreciate the treasure they were being
given for the evening.
If there was
even so much of a hint that the recipient would abuse their gift, the person
was taken away and given to another, more worthy recipient.
She would be cared for and looked after, at
least in a fashion.
However, it was also clear that she
was going to be fucked, whether she wanted it or not.
Margeaux had said that it would be better if she was a willing
participant in the sexual debauchery, and that a slap or two was tolerated if
the “party favour,” as they were being called, resisted.
Then, Cecily had no more time to
think about what was happening or what her fate might be.
The crowd had finally quieted and before she
knew it, something soft and velvet brushed by her ankles.
It was, she decided, the curtain opening,
especially after she heard the collective gasp from the assembled company.
Obviously, the virgins on display tonight
met with the group’s approval.
“My dear friends,” a rich, throaty
baritone voice rang out across the ballroom, “welcome to my annual winter house
party.
I know that most of you are
already enjoying yourselves immensely.
So before we all become too far deep into our enjoyment, let us proceed
with The Gifting.”
There was a smattering of applause
and Cecily longed for a peek at what was going on in the room, but she knew it
was no use.
A sharp gasp from her left
told her that at least one of the other women had done something foolish.
Then, she heard Sutton chuckle.
“Seems we have an eager one on our
hands.”
There was clear glee in his voice
and for some odd reason that calmed Cecily’s nerves.
Obviously, Sutton wanted them here, wanted to give them out as
human gifts.
Though she didn’t like the
thought of what was coming, she
was
curious.
She could be bold enough to admit that.
At her “advanced” age, to still be a virgin was something of a
minor miracle, though it also meant that on more than one occasion, she did
long to know exactly what she was missing.
The earl cleared his throat.
“Shall we, my friends?
I think my honored guests would very much
like to claim their treats for the evening, don’t you?”
Just then, Cecily felt a tap on her shoulder
and she stood, just as she had been instructed.
For what seemed like an eternity, but was probably no more than
thirty seconds, she could hear no talking, no whispering of any kind, just a
sort of shuffling noise, as if people were moving about.
Drat!
She wished she could see what was going on!
Even if it was nothing short of scandalous!
Then the blindfold was removed from
her eyes with such force that her head almost snapped around.
She blinked a few times as her eyes adjusted
to the light, though she was thankful the room was dimly lit with few candles
so that the entire scene came into focus rather quickly.
The eight virgin offerings were on
a raised platform, obviously built into the far side of the room.
To their right was a doorway that led out
into some type of darkened hallway, but against their backs was a high wall, as
if this area were more of a stage than anything else. Below them, eight people
– four men and four women – stood in front of the gifts, their backs all Cecily
could see.
The man in front of her had raven
black hair and broad, clearly muscular shoulders.
There was a vague sense of familiarity about him, though she was
fairly certain she had never met the man.
Her father hadn’t socialized much with people of this ilk and the
marquess rarely entertained.
When he
did, it was mostly courtesans and whores, not members of society.
Looking out across the room, she
could see both men and women in various stages of undress, with more tits and
cocks on display than she’d ever seen in her life.
Yet no one seemed the least bit embarrassed.
In a far corner, she thought she could see a
couple fucking, but the lit was too dim to be certain.
She prayed that she would not be forced into
a public display, thinking that a bit much even for the notorious Sutton.
Sutton.
From the corner of her eye, she could see him, naked from the
waist up, his golden hair falling around his shoulders like that of a Viking
warrior.
A woman, scandalously dressed,
or perhaps
un
dressed was a better word, in scarlet and silver, was at
his right hand, but he didn’t seem to be paying much attention to her.
Instead, his icy blue gaze was fixed on a
woman in green, much more modestly dressed though still quite scandalous, who
stood in the back of the room.
Shaking his head, as if emerging
from a fog, Sutton made a sweeping bow and indicated his honored guests.
“Behold.
My guests and their favors.
They
are now free to do as they wish as long as they abide by my rules!”
Then he winked, taking in the scene before
him.
Cecily felt bold enough to do the
same.
Around her, the other favors
seemed to be getting into the spirit of things, none of them ashamed of their
nudity.
In fact, one of the men who had
been abducted was already removing his breeches, his cock proud and erect,
ready to do service to the woman who had received him.
The man lowered the woman who had
selected him to the stage and then knelt between her legs.
In one swift movement, he slid his cock
inside of her and she threw her head back with a moan, gripping the previously
virgin man’s shoulders tightly.
Then,
he began thrusting, hard and fast, and Cecily was forced to look away, afraid someone
might see her own cunt becoming wet as she watched them fuck, the woman’s tits
bouncing merrily as she slid herself farther down the man’s shaft.