MISSISSIPPI. Part 13
Nester Belmont and Elizabeth were escorted to one of the front bedrooms in front of the mansion by none other than Silas Devereaux himself. Nester ,ever since his ouster from Devereaux Plantation, had been in cahoots with Silas and his sons. Belmont, never married, fell on hard times after his dishonest accounting had been discovered by the bitch Elizabeth Devereaux. She bade her father to fire the accountant on the spot. Ruining his reputation and unable to find work he barely survived. That was until Silas and the Judge came to him with an idea.
It was easy enough to forge birth records for the sisters if it meant a return to “respectability” and a large infusion of cash.
Silas knew of his associate’s hate for the older Devereaux girl and wanted to make himself crystal clear. “Now Nestor, I know you got a score to settle here and I’m ok with that, but don’t harm this valuable piece of merchandise” as he grasped Elizabeth’s pretty face by the chin. “ You make this girl hurt, you make her scream, have your way with her any way you fancy, but don’t you damage her or by god there will be the devil himself to pay. Do you understand me Sir?” Nester a bit shaken nodded his head as he led the pretty brunette into the bedroom and locked the door.
Nester Belmonts eyes widened as he and Lizzie were introduced to their bedroom. A magnificent bed filled the center of the room with a unique headboard formed in the shape of a pillory with a hole for the victims head and two smaller holes, one on each side for the hands. The person imprisoned by the headboard could be held in two different positions; standing in front of the bed with head and hands sticking through the holes leaving the persons head looking down over the mattress. Or the person could be imprisoned while kneeling on the be with heads and hands facing out from the other side of the headboard. Implements of pain were well displayed on one wall, all sorts of straps, whips, rods and birches. A tub filled with hot water stood near the fireplace where the hot fire sent rivulets of orange light dancing about the room.
Nester turned toward Elizabeth as he ordered
“Shuck down Lizzie girl,I been waitin to see those fine titties. Show me everything. Be quick about it, time for the reckoning you deserve, you conniving little bitch, I’ve waited two years for this.” Elizabeth slowly backed away and let the filmy shift slide over her hips leaving her completely uncovered. She blushed and lowered her head causing her dark hair to cascade over the front of her body covering her breasts. This caused Nester Belmont to cuff the girl hard upside the head as he threw off his shirt, kicked off his boots, and dropped his pants leaving him naked. “ Don’t hide those tits from me, Lizzy girl! Get on your knees in front of me and rub those big bubbies against my legs so that you can get me good and hard, then you can take my pecker into that spiteful little mouth of yours and pay it some attention.
Elizabeth dropped to her knees, wrapped her arms around his spindly legs and slowly began to move her breasts back and forth over the man’s thighs. In spite of her loathing for the man, she could feel her nipples begin to harden and could feel a tingling sensation starting to warm her down below. The dastardly accountant couldn’t wait a moment longer as he forced his long thin rod into the girls mouth as she gagged as it reached the back of her throat. She pulled back but Nester grasped her hair tightly. Elizabeth was able to gasp in some air before she feverishly went to work using all the techniques she had been forced to learn. Using her tongue and the muscles in her throat, her head bobbing at a steady pace, and her warm hands rubbing his scrotum, she was able to make him fire his load after only a few minutes. Nester Belmont sagged against the door, his knees weak, sated for the moment. Elizabeth, thankful that this vile man had little stamina and knowing her ordeal was far from over, was also thankful for any respite, however brief.
Belmont however was not without a plan for he had years of frustration and embarrassment, fueling his desire to seek revenge on this meddlesome Devereaux bitch. How haughty and untouchable she was when her powerful father was alive, but now she and her pretty little sister were anything but untouchable. All it took was a little forgery of their birth certificates. A crooked judge, and the plan that Silas Devereaux had proposed came to fruition. the money that Silas had paid him was very generous, and would allow him to live comfortably but revenge on this high and mighty bitch, was the real reason he agreed to forge the birth certificates. The fact that Silas and his sons had reduced the sisters from the toast of society to the dregs of society, pleased him greatly, but he wanted her to know the kind of pain and suffering she deserved. He wanted to hear her scream in pain, and beg him for mercy. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, lifted her to her feet, enjoying the surprised look of fear in her eyes, he must take this slowly so that he may enjoy it to the fullest he thought to himself grabbing Lizzie, roughly by the nape of the neck he marched her around to the head of the bed, lifting the cross piece on the headboard. He forced her head and wrists into the half circles and brought the heavy crosspiece back down , Elizabeths head and hands protruded over the mattress side and the rest of her body stood bent at the waist on the opposite side of the heavy oak. She felt panic as she tried unsuccessfully to pull her head and hands back through the unwielding wood. Nestor Belmont chuckled to himself as he watched her well formed breasts sway, so seductively beneath her and the muscles of her shapely behind ripple with her futile movements. “ my how vulnerable you look in that position I believe that you are looking less like a high class lady and more like a whore every day “ Nestor teased . “I would have to be the lowest of whores to let the likes of you touch me, you vile man” Elizabeth shot back defiantly.
Nestor Belmont reached out his bony hand to touch her between her legs, then reached around to grab both of her breasts in a vice-like grip as she lurched forward in surprise. I do believe that saucy little mouth of yours has once again gotten you into trouble, You bitch. It’s time to hear you scream.” he let go of her and walked around the bed to the array of punishment instruments hanging on the wall since you like to always be in control my sweet little whore, maybe you would like to select one for me.” Nestor laughed. Elizabeth kept silent, knowing that anything more she said, when only make him more angry. “ Maybe this fine quirt or this vicious looking strap or this braided whip?” he asked as he cracked each in the air. No, I think something be-fitting the strong willed, young woman that you are”he snarled as he reached for a stout, but flexible hickory cane. He winked at her as he walked out of her range of sight . “Let’s see which is more potent, your sassy tongue or this stick.”
Belmont took up his position behind the unfortunate lass and swished the rod viciously in the air several times. He felt all powerful as he watched her clench the muscles of her behind, anticipating the rod making contact with her flesh “get it over with it you villain, so that I can be done with you,” she cried out, knowing that she had survived her strapping, and this could be no worse. “I have always believed the rod to be mightier than the mouth you trollop.I will soon prove that to you,where shall we start? Shall it be here here, here or here? He said, as he touched the cane against her back, buttocks, back of her legs and side of her right breast. No preference then he answered to her silence. Fear not little Miss high and mighty, for I assure you that they will all receive ample attention” with that he reached far back and stepped into a most vicious blow. The rod hit squarely against the back of her thighs with the tip, curling around to nip the tender flesh on the inside of that thigh. Elizabeth, although braced for the stroke violently lurched forward, only to be held fast by the heavy timbers of the Pillory. Even though she was determined to take her beating in silence, she could not hold back a yelp of pain as a cane impacted her tender flesh. Her brain registered the level of pain as much much worse than her previous beating as the pain seemed to radiate through every nerve ending in her body.
The second and third blows, swiftly followed to her naked backside, crumbling her determination her mind unable to concentrate on anything but the pain, the pain the pain was everywhere, unable to escape the pain she heard a scream off in the distance. It was her scream. The blows continued to rain upon her back buttocks and legs, unable to escape the red haze of pain that engulfed her. She began to plead for mercy begging for him to stop the whipping “stop please….I’ll do anything…just stop…Oh, it hurts…you’re killing me! You can have me I promise I’ll be good.” Elizabeth pleaded as her body writhed and her feet beat a rhythm on the hardwood floor. Nester Belmont smiled to himself “you plead like a little child. You offer me nothing. I can take you in any way that pleases me. You beg so beautifully bitch, but not a hint of remorse for what you did to me,” he snarled as he aimed a particularly vicious blow at her right breast. The flexible implement of pain impacted the breast with such force that the tip of the rod curled halfway around the suspended orb and bit the nipple dead center. The excruciating pain of the blow caused her knees to buckle, her body to quiver, and her head to lift as she bellered her response to the terrible stroke.
It took several seconds before she could regain her breath, and by that time the next stroke was already heading for a similar target on the left side, the blow not as accurate as that to the right breast, allowed her to catch your breath, and blurt out another plea for mercy. “ I’m sorry, Mr. Belmont…I made a terrible mistake…. I…I wrongfully accused you of stealing my father‘s money.”
Nester smiled a wicked smile. “Well, now you brazen little wench, it’s about time that the truth comes out. I was right the rod can persuade the mouth to utter the truth. Since you have finally confessed to your lies, you can now be properly punished. I sentence you to 10 strokes for lying and 15 more strokes for the embarrassment. You have caused me. Seeing that I am the lenient type”, he hesitated, giving the poor girl a glimmer of hope for a reprieve. “ I will grant you the choice of where the stroke shall be placed, and if you do not choose quickly, I shall begin anew with your left breast, or maybe that tender spot between your sweet legs .”
“ My backside, please, Mr. Belmont” she blurted out quickly. He smiled once again to himself, enjoying her humility. He told her to brace herself and began to flay her bottom with renewed vigor again, and again, he reigned blows upon the helpless young woman, enjoying our hoarse screams as he took out his revenge on the naked woman’s flesh. He avoided crisscrossing his blows so as not to do any permanent damage to this fine, female specimen. He left her there, trapped in the Pillory headboard, and made his way to the awaiting tub of water across the room. As he sat, bathing his naked body, he could look directly upon the entrapped head of the object of his revenge, her body still engulfed in pain. The quivering body and that sobbed uncontrollably with her head bowed downward so that her disheveled raven dresses hung down to the mattress below her . This had been well worth the wait he thought to himself and he was not yet done with her.
( to be continued)