“You have been delinquent in paying
your debt to us, simple Amy,” the Matron causally reprimanded her. “You’ll need
to start to pay more a month. We can’t be delinquent or it’s off to prison with
you. Bad, stupid girls like you, die in prison, Amy.”
“Yes,
Matron,” Amy complied. She didn’t remember missing a payment. She was faithful
every month but her Matron was never wrong and saying so would get her lashed.
More
a month was going to be hard. Angelina was distracted but would figure it out.
She would think about it later, right now she had other concerns. Being delayed
by the Matron, like this, always left her exposed. Angelina could normal blend
at these parties and keep them out of the torment that came from being so
exposed. She glanced at Dietrich dancing with the eldest sister but glancing back
at her. She couldn’t think about him anymore tonight, she had other problems
more pressing than him.
Amy
was finally given permission to leave by the Matron. She resisted the urge to
bolt, to fly at the fastest speed possible. Such behavior would only get her
called back and lectured more. Amy walked fast. A final glance at the new man
and she was back on course. There was so much for the others to do, and all she
had to do was …
Pain
shot through Amy’s wrist as an arm reached out of a darkened doorway. She
jerked to a stop as a figure in an unlit side room pulled her towards it. In
the last moment before being drawn into the room Angelina came forward and glanced
desperately towards where she last saw Dietrich, but the eldest sister had
danced him out of sight.
Amy
began to panic and Angelina’s attention turned back to the situation at hand. It
was Nathaniel. Angelina held Amy close to steady her young sister as she began
to tremble and silently cry. Once Nathaniel had them there was no escape, for
if she ran he would catch her later and beat her worse before he raped her.
Angelina
fully replaced Amy when Nathaniel pulled them into the room. Angelina didn’t
let Nathaniel do this to Amy if she could prevent it. As he forced her down he pushed
her face hard into a chair so that she was bend and muffled. Angelina turned
Amy away from this violence to endure yet another of Nathaniel’s violations of
her body alone.
“I
needed a tasty treat,” he said loudly in her ear from behind her, “before my
meal tonight.”
Angelina
felt numb and barely listened and she heard the buckle from his loosened belt
strike against the wood of the chair. She felt his hands throwing her skirt
aside. Angelina could only hope he would be quick as she pulled slightly away
from her body so she didn’t have to feel everything he did so vividly, though
she could still feel his hard phallus rip into her. She remained calm,
accepting the torment, knowing that if she struggled it would only last longer
and the pain would be more intense. She hadn’t struggled since a few weeks
after this unending nightmare began.
Nathaniel
thrust roughly into her, pounding at her while he grabbed her long braid to
secure her. He would take longer here, unlike when he attacked in the middle of
the night, forcing her in the bed she had at the Sisters’ house in the city.
She knew he would probably be at her again tonight after the party, then going
to continue his delights in the pub in the city. When he was drunk and swaying
he was harsher but quicker, collapsing on her into a passed-out heap when he
released.
Nathaniel
relieved himself inside her, groaned a satisfied sigh and shoved her to the
floor, where she laid and waited for him to leave so she could make her way out
of the manor.
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