tygavin
Magistrate
A high society death
Just a quick two part story that popped in my head tonight.
Erin and Ashton Parks neared the Meriwether Estate, neither speaking as Ashton guided the Bentley in no hurry to their destination.
Erin hoped it wasn’t her final destination. The entire event was ridiculous and her husband’s fault. He was risking everything over a stupid insult. She was twenty six and had much life before her. She had always been pampered. She had been raised with money and she had married into money.
With the privilege of living in the upper echelons of society came responsibilities and traditions. Traditions that had been drilled into her since she was old enough to understand them. She swore an oath as all ladies did at her debutante ball to abide by these traditions.
“It is not to late to back out.” She said as the Mansion came into view. “Just apologize.”
“He insulted me! I will not apologize. I challenged him. It is he who must apologize to me.”
Erin shook her head. All this over a harmless insult during a friendly game of poker. Of course her husband wasn’t satisfied with arguing, hurling another insult or even fist fighting. It had to be a duel.
Now they were at a neutral site, the Merryweather home, surrounded by their friends or at least those they were supposed to consider friends. If Ashton lost this duel, she would have no friends or anything else.
“You are risking everything. You are risking our lives.”
“He called me a cheater. Fear not. Soon we will have all his belongings. You will see Catherine Donovan get what she deserves as well.”
Erin felt sick to her stomach. She knew in her heart that would not be the case.
Richard Donovan was a better duelist. He was a better shot, he was a better swordsman and he was better in every aspect of combat. She had seen him fight two duels and the outcome was never in doubt.
Erin stepped out of the car and straightened out her tight black dress held together in the front by a golden pin and plunged down to just above her belly button. It was classy but sexy, just as she felt she was. She didn’t bother with underwear. If this turned out the way she thought it would, she wouldn’t need it anyway. No point in wasting lingerie on top of her two thousand dollar dress and one thousand dollar shoes.
They walked to the back yard and she took in the scene. Over fifty people were present and she knew everyone. Many she had known her entire life. Some looked at her with pity, some with unmistakable lust for her body and blood and others with humor. Those who were humored were those who had always been jealous of her, including Catherine Donovan.
She began to feel nauseous.
“I will be back in a moment, darling.” Her idiot husband told her but she knew better.
Him and Donovan stood a few feet away from each other and Meriwether, the owner of the venue stood between them.
“Ashton Parks had issued a mortal challenge to Richard Donovan. Do either wish to step away and admit fault before the challenge begins?”
Neither men moved nor spoke.
“This challenge is to the death. Neither is allowed to yield.” He continued. “The winner will be awarded the belongings of the loser including lands, property and funds. Do you both understand and agree?”
Both men indicated they did.
“Erin and Catherine, please join us.”
Erin managed to walk steadily on the grass in her high heeled shoes despite her anxiety. He did not look to her right where she knew her fate likely rested.
The two rivals looked at one another. It took everything she had to meet Catherine’s eyes.
“You both understand the traditions of duels. The wife of the loser shall forfeit her body for the use of others and then executed. You will accept your fate willingly as our tradition demands. Your pride as a member of this society and the privilege you have received your entire life will be stripped from you. You will submit to others in any manner demanded until you are joined to your cross to die in agony. Do you both swear to uphold this tradition and act in a manner befitting your duty and sworn oaths?”
Erin took a deep breath.
“I do.”
“I do.” Catherine agreed. “Not that it will come to that for me.”
“No need for taunts.” Meriwether scolded her gently. “That will be decided by the duel. Mr. Donovan as the challenged you have the choice of weapons. What will it be?”
“Rapiers.” he declared.
Erin closed her eyes. She should have guessed but had hoped for pistols. With pistols, Ashton could have gotten a lucky shot.
The battle began soon after.
It ended after a minute of Donovan playing with her husband. Despite being in good shape, her husband was breathing heavily when Donovan shoved his sword through Ashton’s heart. Ashton’s body hit the ground and Erin envied his fate. Hers would not be as kind.
A tear rolled down her cheek, not in grief for her idiot husband but for what was to happen to her.
Meriwether declared Ashton dead and servants gathered his body to carry to the graveyard in the acreage behind the estate. A hole had already been prepared. Her body would be thrown in on top of his and covered in dirt. There would be no marker indicating they ever existed. Law enforcement officials knew better than to investigate.
An image of her decaying body being eaten by worms flashed through her mind. She turned to her right and saw the cross laying on the ground.
She also saw servants bringing out a reclined chair with stirrups and shackles for bother her arms and legs.
“Undress, Erin.” Meriwether told her in a stern voice. She was no longer a living breathing member of society to them. She was nothing more than entertainment.
She slipped off her shoes, then unclasped the buckle holding her dress together. She slipped the straps from her shoulders and peeled the tight fitting garment down until it pooled around her feet.
Two men she had attended prep school with grabbed her arms roughly and moved her towards the chair. She couldn’t stop her body from shaking but she would not resist. She would not cry for mercy. She would take her punishment. She would accept her death as befitting her station, even if she had nothing left.
Erin climbed the chair willingly and placed her legs in the stirrups. Her calves were strapped down, spreading her legs wide. She leaned back and tried to make herself as comfortable as possible. Her arms were strapped down to her sides and she felt a finger graze her outer labia then gently go over the trimmed landing strip of pubic hair above her pussy.
“Beautiful cunt. Beautiful body. Never got her in school. Going to have fun now.” One of the men said.
“Donovan gets her first.”
The two men left her and she was alone. The entire yard was looking at her.
She was spread open, her most secretive places revealed. She had no privacy. Her damn husband was given a quick death and left in his ridiculously expensive outfit he had bought for the duel. She was exposed. The deep feeling of fear gave way to embarrassment. This was more humiliating than she could have ever imagined. How worse would it be when she had to go on the cross. She hadn’t eaten in three days but had certainly drank and would be given water while on the blasted wood to keep her alive as long as possible. She wouldn’t be getting breaks to visit the loo.
She closed her eyes, leaned her head back on the chair and cried silently.
Then she felt a cock inside her. To her shock she was wet. Her nipples were hard. The fear and humiliation, the exposure was having a strange affect on her, one she was grateful for.
She looked down her body and saw Donovan had entered her. He winked at her, while fucking her hard. To her greater humiliation she was starting to respond.
He reached down and began rubbing her clit with one hand and the other caressed her right nipple. It was as if Ashton had told him hos she liked to be fucked. Had he? Did he spill her secrets at one of the late night drunken poker tournaments?
She felt herself responding. Despite her private pledge not to beg she did so anyway.
“Don’t make me cum. Please don’t make me…”
He squeezed her nipple and pressed hard on her clit while ramming her as deeply as possible and staying inside her. She yelled out in ecstasy and he pulled out. His sperm shot to her face, splashing her forehead and cheeks then continuing down between her breasts and finally her belly.
He stepped back and zipped his pants back up. She looked at the yard again and they were all cheering and laughing. A few were patting him on the back. She saw Catherine’s wickedly laughing. Not only was she being fucked but she had been made to like it. Her body was trembling in the afterglow of possibly the most intense orgasm of her life.
A line formed.
When it was done she had been fucked by over twenty men. She had six orgasms and screamed in pain each time one of six men lifted her up slightly and fucked her ass. She had never been fucked in the ass before and it was agony.
When the last had covered her body with his semen she felt a rush of emotions. She was degraded. She was being laughed at. She knew what was coming next and it filled her with terror. Despite how exposed she was, how she had been treated like a sex doll, she would rather it continue than face the cross. They wouldn’t even whip her to end her time sooner.
Death. The most painful death awaited her.
Meriwether unstrapped her from the chair. She tried to stand and hit the ground, barely saving her face with her hands. Two servants had to lift her and carry her to the cross because her legs were so shaky. When she reached the cross she was dropped to her knees and a large shirtless man with a black hood on stepped up to her. He unzipped his black leather pants and pulled out his cock.
Erin knew what she had to do. She looked behind her and saw those she had known, those who she had went to school with and those who watched her grow. She thanked whatever gods might have existed that her parents were excused from attending. The others though, they knew her and she had even though some looked at her as a niece or at least a dear cousin.
She saw no pity or love now. Just the excited blood lust. No matter how refined they pretended to be, they were animals. They were all animals.
She turned back to the cock in front of her and opened her mouth, grunting when the hard organ was stuffed into her mouth. She would enjoy this one sexual act because she was kneeling by a piece of wood that would soon kill her and didn’t want to think about it.
It didn’t take him long though and when he filled her mouth with cum, she knew it was time.
He picked her up and laid her out on the cross.
Erin begged.
To be continued.
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