Friends: Moving Day
“Author’s note: Thank you to my readers for your patience as you wait for stories. 
I do this as a hobby, and sometimes it’s hard to get the time to write. I don’t want to submit anything that isn’t up to par. All comments and story suggestions are welcome and appreciated, though. Thanks.”
Friends: Deleted Scenes - Moving Day
A gloomy haze hung within the purple walls of Rachel and Monica’s apartment. They had lost a rash betting contest to the guys, and now they found themselves forced to pack and move to a smaller, dingier place.
Monica was in the living room trying to lift a heavy box, when Rachel walked in from Chandler’s new bedroom.
“Hey, Rach, can you give me a hand with this box?” she asked.
“No! Put that box down!” Rachel demanded. “We are not going anywhere! This is my apartment and I like it! This is a girl’s apartment! That is a boy’s apartment, it’s dirty and it smells.”
Condemnation filled those words. Phoebe and Monica watched as she flitted around the room, desperate to show why they shouldn’t be moving.
“This is pretty. It’s- it’s so pretty! And look, and it’s- it’s purple!”
Rachel approached her roommate, with a determined look.
“And I’m telling you, you with the steady hand, I am not moving! And now I have got the steady hand.”
In spite of her words and her demeanor, Rachel’s hand shook uncontrollably as she held out. Monica realized that Rachel would not accept their situation easily.
“I’ll take care of it,” she replied with somberness, and turned to go across the hall.
Rachel called out after her, on the verse of breaking into tears. “That’s right! You do what the hand says!”
Monica entered the other apartment, where Chandler and Joey were happily packing boxes.
“Um, guys… Rachel’s really upset about having to move,” she began.
“Well, tough noogies,” Chandler shot back, sassily, “You lost the bet.”
Monica controlled a flare of anger. “Okay. First of all… ‘tough noogies’? Who says that?” she replied sarcastically. “And second, I’m not asking you to give us back the apartment. I’m just asking for another bet. Just one final bet. Anything. You pick it, and I’ll… I’ll bet on it.”
Joey and Chandler stared at her, sizing up the situation. Then they turned to confer, as Monica tried to listen in on their deliberations.
“Okay,” Joey suggested. “How about one of us does it with her, and the first one to cum wins.”
Somehow, Chandler knew that any idea from Joey would involve sex.
“Hmmm… I like where you’re going with this… and let’s face it, of the two of us, I think I would have the advantage of speed.” They both nodded in acknowledgement. Chandler considered it for a moment longer, then a thought hit him. “Wait a minute. She could just fake it, and we’d never know if we really won.”
“But I won’t. I won’t!” Monica blurted out. Realizing that she had exposed her eavesdropping, she looked to the side sheepishly.
Chandler pointed at her. “Yeah, well, we don’t trust you, little Miss Winning-Is-More-Important-Than-Anything. All right,” he went on, as he strolled toward her, his arms crossed. “All right. You wanna bet? Here’s the bet. Non-negotiable. Joey does you, while you blow me. If either him or I cum first, you girls can have your apartment back. But if you cum before either one of us… we get the apartment… AND your mattresses.”
Joey excitedly gestured his approval. “Ooo, ooo, that’s good. Their beds are soft… and they smell good, too… like Rach and Monica’s perfume and stuff.”
“DEAL!” Monica voiced her enthusiastic agreement, then jabbed her finger alternately at the two. “You are SO gonna lose this bet. I RULE at giving blowjobs! In fact, I’m the Blowjob Queen.”
“Interesting,” Chandler deadpanned. “I thought that my father was awarded that title. Fortunately, I was never invited to the coronation…”
“Okay, I’ll go get a condom,” Joey said, heading toward his room.
“Oh no, you don’t, mister,” Monica objected. “I know what condoms do for guys.”
He stopped, uncertain of her meaning, and offered, “They… keep us from getting women pregnant?”
“Well, that too,” she conceded. “But when you’re wearing a condom, you don’t FEEL as much, so you don’t CUM as fast. No siree. No condom. I’ll go put in my diaphragm.” She turned to leave. “You guys may as well start unpacking.”
Joey laughed derisively. “In your dreams, Monica. I’m gonna keep packin’ my boxes, just as soon as I’m done packin’ YOUR box!”
“Good one, my man,” Chandler said. They smiled and nodded, giving a wiggle-finger handshake, as Monica shot Joey a disgusted look before leaving.
“This is so cool. We’re gonna get to double-team Monica!” Joey excitedly proclaimed. “I’ve been waiting for this for, like, my whole life.”
“Or for the three years that you’ve known her,” came Chandler’s sarcastic reply.
“Well, yeah… but it seems like I’ve known her my whole life,” Joey tried to give an air of charm to his lust. Chandler just shook his head, then noticed that Joey was unzipping his jeans.
“Whoa, whoa, wait a minute there, Quick Draw. Whatcha doin’?” he said, looking away.
“What? I’m getting ready for Monica,” replied Joey, matter-of-factly.
“Okay. You will never take that out, when it’s just you and me,” Chandler stated.
“Oh. Right,” his roommate said with new understanding. “Sorry. It’s just that I’m so excited.”
“And you will never say those words, when you and I are alone.”
As the guys were discussing their upcoming strategy to win, Monica walked hurriedly though her and Rachel’s apartment.
“Didja do it? Didja get it back?” Rachel asked as Monica passed behind the couch where she sat with a magazine in her lap.
“No, not yet. We’re still in negotiations,” was the fast reply. The door to the bedroom closed, leaving Rachel and Phoebe outside, with wondering looks.
Monica pulled off her blue jeans and “old lady underpants,” as Joey had called them that morning. After inserting her diaphragm, she dug through the basket of fresh laundry, and pulled out a clean white thong.
“Joey’s an ass-man,” she said to herself, approvingly. The garment slid up her slim legs. Monica stuck out her ass and wiggled her hips to work the strap in between her butt-cheeks. Turning to the mirror, she quickly touched up her makeup, mascara, and lipstick, to give Chandler a little visual help. Monica watched herself slowly run her tongue around her lips, practicing some erotic looks for him. She knew that she’d have to use every trick in the book, and she was more than willing to do it.
She thought about changing her clothes, but decided that it would draw too much attention from Rachel and Phoebe. So, her jeans and black and white sneakers went back on. Monica opened the door and walked across the living room and through the kitchen.
“Waddaya mean, negotiations?” Rachel asked.
Monica turned to address her, though never slowing her pace. “I got them to do one more bet with me. And don’t worry. There’s no WAY I can lose this one.”
“Monica, did you redo your make-?” Rachel’s question was cut short by the closing door.
In the hallway, Monica paused with her hand on the doorknob. She composed herself with a sultry look, then turned the knob and walked in.
“Hello, gentlemen,” she said with a low, seductive voice, as she leaned against the closed door. “Are you ready to fuck me?” Both men mumbled incoherently, taken aback by Monica’s new persona. They moved together, instinctively thinking that they would be somehow safer. She strutted toward them. “How do you want to do me- I mean, do this?”
“Uh, uh,” Joey stammered, “how about, um, Chandler sits on the stool, and you go in front of him, and I’ll go behind you.”
“Go behind me… go in me… either one’s fine by me,” she quipped, running her fingertips down his chest. “But maybe I should get naked first.”
“I, um, I thought we could do this with our clothes on,” Joey said softly.
“Oh. Well, we COULD,” Monica said. “I just figured that it’s be easier for you to make me cum… if I was naked. And I will do ANYTHING for you guys… um, I mean, anything to help you win the bet.”
Chandler cleared his throat nervously. “If, if that’s what you want…”
Without a word, Monica kicked off her shoes and stood in her bare feet. She began to slowly unbutton her red plaid shirt. It looked slightly too big for her, as the long sleeves covered all but her fingers. That, in and of itself, was sexy to the guys, right then.
One by one, the buttons released, revealing her white lace bra. Pinkish brown nipples peeked through the lace. She watched their reactions as she lowered her arms behind her and the shirt slipped off, to fall on the floor. She closed her eyes, head slightly down, as her hands glided up her hips, across her flat stomach, momentarily cupped her breasts, then ran through her short hair, and stretched upward. Their eyes were riveted on her as that simple motion replayed in their minds. Both were unaware that they were groping themselves through their pants.
Monica reached to her crotch, and opened the flap of her jeans, then pulled down the zipper. She undid the silver button, and the halves opened.
“You can undo your jeans, too,” Monica teased them. “It looks like you need to release some pressure, maybe more than me.”
Both men followed her, their briefs displaying long hard bulges within open pants. Monica smiled to herself and gradually eased the tight blue denim down her legs, and slipped them off her feet. As she straightened up, she made sure that the guys got a full view of the front of her underwear. The side straps of Monica’s thong arced high over her slim hips. The small piece of fabric fully covered her crotch… but just barely.
“Tho-, those aren’t your old lady underpants,” Joey stuttered.
“Hmmm… no… I guess they aren’t,” Monica said indifferently, as she turned to show them the thong back.
“Omigod,” Joey whimpered.
Monica caressed her perfect ass, slowly moving her hands around her hips, up her stomach, and then around back again. Both mouths hung open, as they independently decided that Monica’s simple show was better than any strip club they had gone to.
Their conclusion was confirmed as Monica glanced back, made sure that they were staring at her ass, then slowly bent over, pulling her thong down. Her face nearly touched her shins, and her hairless slit pushed out from between her thighs.
“Well, you certainly are limber,” Chandler heard himself say, apprehensively.
Monica moved her hips in a tiny circle.
“Yeah, I do a lot of stretching when I run. I find that when I’m all hot and sweaty, I need to keep my body loose.” She straightened up, still facing away, so that each man would think she was addressing him. “Maybe someday you can find out just how limber I am.”
Both Chandler and Joey nearly fainted, thinking about the possibilities. Monica turned back to them, and sauntered over to Chandler. The whole time, she saw that their gazes were fixed on her trimmed pussy.
“But I still have a hard time reaching my bra. Could you help me with that, Chandler?” Monica said innocently as she offered her back to him. Monica smirked, somehow knowing the look of fear that flashed from Chandler to Joey.
Joey knew that his roommate couldn’t work bras. So he gave him a quiet gesture of encouragement.
Chandler reached up and slipped his fingers under the stretchy band, feeling Monica’s soft skin. “Okay,” he thought, “It’s simple… just push it together, and unhook… Together, and unhook.”. If there was ever a bra he wanted off, it was this one. Though his hands shook slightly, he managed to undo the clasp.
“Mmm, thank you,” Monica said provocatively, as she looked over her shoulder. The bra was tossed on the pile of clothes a few feet away. Turning to face them, she tried her best to mimic Phoebe’s porn star voice, “I’m ready.”
“Well, okay then,” Chandler began.
But he was cut off by Joey’s “Oh no, no, no” as Monica reached out and grabbed each man’s bulge.
“No touching. Not until we get started, at least,” Joey demanded, fearful that she might get them to burst before any of the good stuff.
“Oh, all right. I would never want to break the rules,” she replied with a chaste tone that really said she was willing to break any rule to win. Then she addressed Chandler. “Can we at least take your shirt off? And maybe you too, Joey?”
The guys couldn’t have said no, even if they wanted to. With Monica’s “help” each man stripped to the waist. In spite of the rules, neither one objected as her hands ran over their torsos.
First with Chandler, then Joey, she dipped into their briefs to retrieve their hard cocks, hooking each waistband under their balls.
“See. I didn’t even stroke you,” Monica feigning fair-play. But just hearing the words, “stroke you” come from Monica’s mouth was enticing enough.
“You sure you’re, um, ya know, ‘ready’?” Joey asked. He didn’t want to hurt his friend by banging her hard right at the start.
“Oh, you’re probably right. I guess I need to get a little wwwet,” she answered, with a salacious look in her eye.
Joey soon regretted his question, as Monica inserted her first and middle fingers into her mouth. She slowly worked them in and out, looking at Chandler, as if to say, “This is what I’m going to do to you.”
Then her hand went between her legs, and her damp fingers moved back and forth on her pussy. She peeped a little “oh!” as she pushed up inside herself, then a slow contented “Mmmmm…” as a finger moved up and down, drawing her wetness to her lips. This wasn’t enough to get her overly aroused, but certainly enough to play to the lust of a man.
She pulled her digit out, and threaded it into Chandler’s open mouth. She knew that he would cum before Joey, and so her attentions were focused on him. Without thinking, his lips closed around it, tasting his friend.
She pulled back her hand, and put her finger in her own mouth, letting them watch as she licked it. Her other hand slid between her thighs and rubbed, first the insides of her thighs, then up to her pussy, moistening her digits. She offered them to Joey, as she said with a partly-filled mouth, “Can’t leave you out.”
He couldn’t believe how hot Monica could be. His tongue gratefully licked her fingers, as Monica giggled at him.
“Now… I’m ready,” she pronounced, removing fingers from mouths.
Chandler went to lean against the green, padded bar stool. Monica crouched to help him push his tan dockers down to his feet, “accidentally” brushing her cheek against his cock as she did so.
“You are bad, bad woman,” Chandler complained, recognizing that she was bending the rules as far as she could.
Monica simply smiled, and stood. Then she bent over, bringing her face within inches of his crotch.
Chandler looked down, seeing her lovely face and his hard cock in one view. He couldn’t believe this was about to happen.
“Can I touch now?” Monica knew that even the simple act of asking permission would be erotic.
“Ye-, yes,” Chandler responded, uncertainly. “But don’t rub anything.”
Monica’s hand wrapped around the base of his cock and pointed it at her mouth. Joey stood behind her, jeans around his knees. He rested one hand on her ass, and with the other, held his hard dick at her entrance.
“Ready…” Joey said.
Monica’s eyes locked onto Chandler. She moved her lips so they almost touched his head. As if mesmerized, Chandler had no choice but to stare at her.
“Set…”
With a seductive, yet determined motion, she opened her mouth. It hovered above his throbbing rod.
“GO!” Joey nearly shouted.
He plunged into Monica as her mouth fell on Chandler.
“NGAAAHHH!” Chandler groaned, as the warm wet feeling enveloped his cockhead.
Monica’s head bobbed up and down rapidly, expecting that a fast, wet blowjob would be the key. But she soon realized that, even with Chandler, it would take more than just a cock-bob to get him off.
Joey slid his dick in and out of Monica at a moderate pace. Within a few strokes, her pussy was sopping wet, and his shaft glistened each time he withdrew.
Monica emptied her mouth, and licked the underside of his shaft as she supported the front with her fingers. She began moaning her feigned delight, and licked it like a long thick piece of candy.
“Joey,” Chandler said with a panicked look, “she’s making the sounds. SHE’S MAKING THE SOUNDS.”
Just as Monica suspected, Chandler had a weak spot for erotic noises. If she played her cards right, she could get them both to cum first, and maybe force them to get rid of the chick and duck. So she redoubled her moans as she continued licking and sucking.
“MMmmmm…. mmm… mmaaaaahhh… ahhh…. aaaahhhmmmm… mmm….” Then she encouraged him as she stroked his cock. “Oh yeah… mmm… that’s it… oh, it’s so BIG!”
She rubbed it all over her face, trying to show Chandler how much she wanted it.
“Mmmm, this feels so goood,” she went on, as if talking to herself. “Getting fucked by two studs… one cock in my pussy and the other cock in my mouth…” It went back in to illustrate her words.
“Just don’t listen to her,” Joey said. “Try to ignore her.”
“Pretty damn hard, Joe! She’s suckin’ on my dick.”
“I know, I know,” he agreed, as he fucked Monica. “But we have to win this. Whatta you complainin’ about anyway? I’m the one who has to make her cum. You just have to play defense. So, YOU PLAY DEFENSE, MISTER!”
With this, Joey reached forward and gave a hard flick to Chandler’s nipple.
“OW!! Right! Right!” Chandler said, the pain helping him to regain some composure. He held it fairly well, even as he looked back down at Monica.
“Awww,” she said sweetly. “Did Joey hurt you? How about you let Monica kiss your boo-boo?”
She raised up slightly, and leaned in. Her lips gently kissed the offended nipple as she stroked Chandler’s cock. Her soft kiss turned into seductive licking. Chandler found it surprisingly pleasurable, having a sexy woman licking him like that.
“Wha- whatcha doin’?” he asked nervously.
“Just licking your nipple… I like licking nipples…” she smiled.
“Oh sweet mother…” he mumbled, clearly understanding Monica’s implication, but uncertain if she was just taunting him or if she secretly did like women. “How can you ignore that, Joe?” he demanded.
“Dude, just don’t think about it,” Joey asserted. “There’s no reason to think about Monica licking Rachel’s tits.”
“Who said anything about Rachel?” Chandler retorted. “You’re not helping!!”
Monica giggled slightly, knowing that her words were having the intended effect.
“And she’s not denying it, Joe. SHE’S NOT DENYING IT!!” Chandler knew that thoughts of lesbian love between the two roommates could easily be his undoing.
For just a moment, Monica felt guilty about bringing her best friend into this, without her consent. But she quickly rationalized that both guys had to have lusted after Rachel anyway, so what was the harm in using her for some thought-stimulation. “Besides,” she said to herself, “I’m the one who’s doing them to get our place back.”
Knowing that the guys were fighting the image of her and Rachel together, Monica addressed Chandler, then behind herself to Joey. “Sweetheart, you can imagine me doing anything you want.”
“Devil-woman,” Joey muttered, as he looked at her smiling face. Her tiny body rocked slightly with his thrusts. Then he looked at his friend. “Chandler, you just hold out, man. I know I can make her cum. You just gotta buy me some time.”
“You got it, man!” Chandler replied, firmly.
His gaze wandered the room, as he tried not to envision Monica licking a beautiful woman’s breasts. He especially tried not to picture Rachel as that woman. “Don’t think about it, don’t think about it,” he forced the words into his mind.
Soon Monica’s tongue left his nipples, and he was able to finally push the thought away. But his respite was short-lived.
As the kiss progressed, his hand moved from her waist to the soft, gentle curve of her breast. Cindy thought she would feel that familiar nausea begin in her stomach. What she felt did make her stomach roll and pitch, but not in a way that wanted her to run away and hide. It was a feeling that begged for more, and more of the waves rolled over as the kiss deepened and hands explored.
Prince Derek had never felt such hunger; he only wanted to increase the food his body craved. He moved his mouth from her lips, trailed them down her jaw nipping at her skin as he went. His tongue moved to caress her neck, then slide over her ear, tracing the outer shape before dipping inside. A grin escaped him as he felt the shiver of her body vibrate through her veins. He tugged gently on the lobe, and then sucked greedily upon it.
His warm breath tickled her skin, he placed long mesmerizing strokes along her collarbone with his tongue, and bit gently the curve of her shoulder. Derek shuddered inside as his sex swelled in the tight trousers; it had been growing ever since the beautiful creature enter the room. He himself had ducked in and out of the room using that same door several times, and had been on his way back in when the page had left the girl.
Derek felt drawn to her for her beauty, but as the evening wore on he knew he’d found the only woman at the party that would suit him. The other women had been lovely, well almost all of them. However, all seemed to twitter around him as if he were the moon and stars, all wrapped up for them to peel apart. This woman, this jewel dressed in the finest green hues and gems he had ever seen, sparkled with more than beauty. She oozed grace, elegance, kindness and now as her body responded to his touch and his kiss, she spoke of passion and promising hours of pleasure.
Derek heard her moan as his fingers caressed over her right nipple. He rubbed it between the material of her gown and his firm fingers. His tongue ran along the neckline of her dress, to dip into the low plunge between the beautiful globes. The scent of her skin aroused him further; gently he bit the sides of her breasts, and tasted her again.
Cindy gasped in delight, the experience overwhelmed her. She was amazed after all the abuse she received at her step-family’s hands. A whimper escaped her as his lips left her skin. She watched transfixed as he looked at her leg and lifted it. His fingers pulled off her slipper; he massaged the delicate foot in kept in his hands. Cindy sighed in pleasure, closed her eyes on the feelings of him treating her foot to a loving touch, again something the young woman had not experienced in so very long.
His hand moved up to stroke the smooth skin of her leg. Derek felt the stirring in his gut to continue exploring the sensuous being in his possession. He rubbed her soft flesh, moved his fingers in circles, and with each slow caress he traveled further up. A low moan escaped his beautiful captive’s lips.
Her skin felt as if he were memorizing every section. Cindy was on a plane of delight, and had no desire to ever come down. The touches upon her skin were ones she never wanted to lose, the gentle caresses so different than those rough pinches and smacks that her step-mother and sisters gave her. Cindy longed to keep those soft touches with her forever and sent a thank you to the woman that had given her all this pleasure.
Derek fought his need to ravish the lovely. A battle he knew to be the most difficult he’d ever faced. His fingers slid up her thigh, and then toward the soft inner skin. He wanted to touch her sex, feel how affected she was by his ministrations. He captured her lips again, whispered, “May I touch you?” Derek didn’t recognize his own voice or the pleading sound it seemed to make.
Cindy drew back, bit her lip and gazed at him with a look of pure trust. Something told her, that this would be different. This would be something she would want and need. A pulling from deep within forced her head to nod and her mouth to whisper, “Yes, please.”
A growl of hunger left the throat of the Prince and soon his palm had covered the beautiful woman’s cloth covered sex. He rubbed it gently then pushed his fingers between the material and her hot skin. A shudder of surprised delight ran through his lovely lady and he kissed her hard with passion. His fingers grazed over her soft curls, tangled in them to run through the warm liquid.
“Oh,” Cindy gasped as she trembled. “I… never knew.”
She heard the longing in her voice and felt a door open in her heart, a door closed long ago. Feelings of love, were welcomed back in.
Derek moved his fingers deeper, rubbed the sides of her pussy, and pressed his thumb against her clit. He loved her sex, caressed and massaged each tender section until her juices were hot and flowing against his palm. “Beautiful, my Love.”
Cindy moaned quietly, the night air kissed her flushed skin. “Yes, beautiful.” She copied his words, knowing deep down it was true. This act, an act that had been violent and disgusting to her before was no longer that way. This man, this wonderful, handsome man had shown her what true beauty was.
With the movements continuing against her sex, Cindy felt herself melting into him. Her body begged for more, legs opened further welcoming him, needing him, and wanting nothing but his explorations to continue. He’d push deep and withdraw, her muscles would clench around him, “Please… don’t stop. I’ve never felt like this,” she whimpered through long dragging breaths.
“Never, my Sweet, never.”
He moved faster, his mouth dipped to the curve of her breasts. He wanted to taste the nipple to capture it in his mouth, but he refused to touch any part of her for fear of losing the hold on her sex. Soon her body changed, he knew what was happening and knew these women needed this, needed this more than anything else in the world.
As he brought her to climax, something weighed on him; within moments pictures of the woman’s life flashed before him. He closed his eyes on the horror and saw another in his mind. A woman that spoke incantations and sang spells. Her hair a pale blue flowed gently in the breeze. “A woman in need,” the sing song voice told him then disappeared from his mind.
Cindy felt the rush of desire run through her. She called out a primal growl of passion as her body convulsed around this stranger’s hand. Though she knew he was nameless to her, she didn’t care; he was her mate, her love, her very soul. He captured her, giving her the thing in her life that was waiting for completion. As her body welcomed the emotional shock wave that came racing through her veins a sound riveted through her ears.
“BONG! BONG! BONG!”
Her eyes shot open and she looked at the eyes of the man that still caressed her now throbbing sex. “BONG! BONG!”
“Oh, no!” she cried and kissed him quickly. “BONG!”
“What?” he looked at her shocked face. “I’m sorry… I don’t know why I…”
“BONG!”
Cindy said nothing. She ran. She ran faster then she had ever run before. “BONG! BONG!”
The breeze hit her skin as she moved fast through the gardens. Her hair fell from the beautiful curls, her skin began to hurt and ache as the bruises, cuts and scars reappeared on her body.
“Wait!” Derek yelled as he tried to chase her.
“BONG! BONG!”
Cindy ran through the palace gates, felt the other slipper fall from her foot. She allowed nothing to pull her off course. “BONG!”
The ground seemed to come up from nowhere as Cindy collapsed in a heap on the forest floor. Her sides ached and her chest hurt. The wounds from her punishments were there, just as they had been before she had lived her fantasy. She heard the sound of voices running through the woods, quickly stood and ran deeper into the darkness toward home.
Derek lost sight of her, and his heart seemed to break inside. He had followed her, yelled for his guards to follow with him. Once they reached the woods he was assailed by four cats: four fat tan colored cats. His eyes looked deep into the forest, but saw nothing but the blackness of the night.
Part 3
The following morning, light shone through the cellar window. Cindy had gotten home and quickly made her way back to the darkness, after pausing to grab bread and cheese. Now huddled in the corner the small ray from the sun warmed her skin. The cheese and bread long gone from Cindy’s need to eat as well as the rats that scurried around the damp room.
Cindy looked up when the door rattled open and footsteps came down the steep wooden stairway. “Still alive girl?” Abigail’s voice filled the darkness. Abigail descended into the dim room, a candle helped the sun work light into each corner until she found Cindy. “Hurry up, we want our breakfast.”
Abigail spun around, went back up the steps, and took the extra light with her. Cindy sighed, rose from the corner and with stiff muscles crying out for release headed up the stairs. She ascended into the kitchen, surprised to see several servants working and cleaning the large room.
She gazed at them, each one finely dressed, each one staring at her as if she were nothing more then a cellar rat. By the way she looked and the place where she had come from, one would assume she was nothing more than some needy wench to feed and house. Cindy moved from the kitchens and to her room in the attic, as she went she noticed several more servants moving around the manor.
Worry crossed her features, she rushed about her room washing and dressing. Once she was finished she quickly headed back to the kitchen. She gathered the trays for breakfasts then stopped short. Her thoughts went to the plans of her step-mother and wondered if perhaps they had worked after all. Had the sister’s forced themselves into compromising positions? Had Ellora managed to capture the Prince and lure him into some trap? Cindy shook her head and prayed that wasn’t the case. She had gotten lost in the feelings the stranger had taught her and would feel terrible if Ellora and Abigail trapped some unwilling victim inside their deceitful web of lies.
“Ahhh, there she is,” Lady Margaret said as Cindy walked into the dining room with the tray of food.
Cindy looked around, noticed her step-mother and step-sisters dressed in their finery. Her eyes then looked over toward a figure in the room. A man stood to Lady Margaret’s left. He was very tall, his hair jet black, his eyes a dark brown, and they seemed almost black as if he had no pupils. A shiver of fear coursed through Cindy’s spine and she almost felt sorry for whichever sister had been dumb enough to force this beast into a compromising position.
She curtsied, set the platters of food on the table, noting that the place settings and china were set for her step-family, but not for her or the guest.
“Cindy, my dear. Come and meet Lord Bartholomew of Glutton.” Lady Margaret’s voice gave Cindy no doubt that she was expected to do as told.
Cindy moved over to the man and curtsied. “Good morning Lord Bartholomew,” her greeting polite and unfeeling. She did feel though, felt as if she needed to run, run and hide far away.
“She’s a bit of a thing, isn’t she,” Bartholomew said as his eyes grazed over Cindy’s small frame.
Margaret nodded her agreement then went on to explain that Cindy was small, but a good worker and knew her place. She also told the man that Cindy understood the value of doing something right as well as the cost of doing something wrong.
The more Cindy heard the more worried she became, and the more worried she became the more she felt the urge to speak out and ask what was going on.
“Well, I’ve paid for her and you’ve got some servants to last you for some time. If she is no longer a virgin, like your other girls, then you will pay for trying to compromise my son,” Bartholomew told her. His own words laced with venom.
Cindy gasped in horror. “I’ve been sold!” Her eyes flew to her step-mother and she knew it was true. Her hand reached back and delivered a hard slap to the woman’s face, nothing but shock showed on the occupants of the room, including Cindy’s. The power of the slap riveted through Cindy’s body and for a brief moment she felt strong. As wonderful as that moment was it was quickly dashed as a hard blow to her stomach was delivered by the man who now owned her.
She doubled over in pain, felt her body give over what bread and cheese that was still in her stomach. The bile flowed from her, landed on the man’s shoes giving Cindy satisfaction in her act. Bartholomew pulled her up. She was then pushed toward a pair of guards that she’d not seen standing in the shadows. “Take her to the carriage,” Bartholomew shouted. He watched her struggle with the guards until they removed her from the room. His eyes went back to Margaret’s, “It’s been a pleasure.” He spun on his heals and left to join his new playmate.
Once he had climbed into the carriage he gave the order to return to his keep. They traveled for over an hour in silence. His eyes would roam over her breasts and his thoughts grew more sadistic as they moved further from Cindy’s home. The horses suddenly slowed and were forced to the side of the road; another vehicle was passing, its sides decorated with the royal crest. Lord Bartholomew’s carriage stopped so the more important conveyance could pass. Cindy looked outside and glanced into the open windows of the fancy vehicle. Her eyes rested for a moment on a pair of blue eyes, so blue they called for her to swim in them. She knew those eyes but could find no words to bring attention to herself.
The carriage resumed its journey and Cindy’s heart broke into a thousand pieces. Whoever the man was it seemed obvious he was important to the royal family. She knew she’d never see him again. A little bit of her died and wilted in the depths of her loneliness.
“A fool’s quest,” Lord Bartholomew muttered.
Cindy looked at him unsure if she were allowed to speak or not but curious as to what he was talking about. It was obvious the Lord spoke of the occupants in the royal carriage. Bartholomew looked over at Cindy, read her curious expression, and then sighed. He stretched his long legs out in front of him before he related to Cindy what he meant.
“The Prince has been scouring the country side looking for a woman from last night’s ball,” he ran his eyes down Cindy’s body and pictured her in some of the elegant dresses from last night. “You would have been the Belle of the Ball had you been allowed to attend.”
Cindy said nothing, only listened as the man continued with his story.
“It seems the young pup allowed his Lady Bird to run away into the forest after a most joyous evening. He claims she left behind slippers of the most exquisite green with diamonds and emeralds on the buckles.”
Cindy gasped, bringing Lord Bartholomew eyes to her for several moments, and then dismissed her noise as pure girly fantasies of being sought by the Prince. Cindy however knew she was that woman, the one the Prince was now searching for. She felt herself grow more subdued as she realized that she’d never see him again. Her thoughts pulled back to Bartholomew as he continued to speak to her of the events that had led her to this new point in her life.
“He, the Prince, has taken it upon himself to visit every manor in the area and seek out his flighty catch. He was at my home early this morning. This was quite silly. The only women in my home are the maids. I live there with my son, the one your eldest sister attempted to ensnare while the Prince was out whoring with this mystery girl.”
Cindy cocked a brow toward the man, “I had not heard the story Sir.”
He looked at her again surprised by her intelligence. Lady Hathaway, Margaret, had said she was soft in the head, but a more than willing slave. The more he observed her the more he wondered if the girl was more then he was led to believe. “Your eldest step-sister could not find the Prince after he disappeared with the woman in the green gown. She danced several dances with Eric, my son. After one of them she “turned” her ankle and needed assistance to rest.”
Rolling his eyes he pulled a cigar from his breast pocket. “She convinced him she needed peace and quiet, so the fool listened and lead her to one of the garden rooms.”
Cindy wasn’t surprised to learn that once there Ellora became the vixen she had been taught to be. “It seems she suddenly found her skirts raised up around her waist and my son pounding into her. Her mother and sister came in, caught them, and Margaret, tried to force his hand. He had told them both that he had taken Ellora many times as well as Abigail.”
Bartholomew chuckled, “This of course infuriated Abigail as well as your step-mother and soon I was brought to the room, along with half of the guests.”
“I told Lady Margaret that I would pay her whatever she wished so as not to force the issue, since it was obvious to many that Ellora wasn’t pure of body, seeing as there was no virgin blood upon my son’s cock.” He noticed Cindy’s eyes widen, “Ahh yes dear Cindy,” his hand touched her cheek. “Virgin blood… I’ll see yours or you sisters will take your place in my bed.”
Cindy’s face paled and her pulse raced. “Why am I with you, if you paid her?”
Bartholomew laughed, “She asked if I would pay more for a pure woman for my own use. I told her yes, then looked to your other sister and laughed. I knew she wasn’t pure, I had lain with her myself.”
Cindy could form no words, her mind reeled over the fact that she was owned by this man, a man who had bought her and would do whatever he wished with her.
“So now you are mine and your step-family is well taken care of. I don’t know how long the money will last your family; they seem to use it quickly.” He laughed at the rolling of Cindy’s eyes. “I believe we’ll get along well, my pet,” he said as he reached out and brought his hand to her wrist and pulled her onto his lap. Cindy yelped and struggled with her captor, surprised at how things had changed. She soon understood that his kindness and conversation were just a ploy to set her at ease. Her fingers came up and clawed at his face. He lifted his other hand and swiftly dealt her a resounding slap across her cheek.
Bartholomew pushed her to the wall of the carriage and pressed against her. He ground his mouth to hers. His hands grasped her arms then he pushed one down to her breast. He grabbed and twisted the tender globe. “Fight me Cindy,” he growled as he moved his mouth to her neck and sucked hard on her soft skin. He bit his way across her shoulder. Cindy did fight unaware that it brought his blood to a fevered pitch.
He pushed his hand up her dress and grabbed her ass. His fingers dug deep into her flesh, bruising it. Cindy thrashed as she fought him, she screamed for help, but her voice remained unheard or ignored by the driver. She felt his hand moving to the front of her sex, and he pushed his palm against it. Cindy freed one hand and scratched Bartholomew’s face again.
He knocked the beautiful woman in the jaw, his fist bruising her delicate features. Cindy’s head swam in pain, felt herself begin to welcome the blackness that threatened to consume her. While dazed she felt a breeze hit her skin, and her breasts were now exposed. Bartholomew had torn her gown from her body, his teeth began taking turns biting and tearing at her nipples.
Cindy felt the stings, tried to fight him, but her body was weak from the blow she had received. The occupants of the carriage didn’t notice the conveyance slowing nor did they feel it stop. Bartholomew so lost in his lust that it was a great shock when he was suddenly pulled off Cindy’s body. He found himself in the iron grips of two castle guards. A dark shadow came over Cindy and she stared at it, her eyes raking up from the figure’s body to the face of the man she met last night. Shame forced her to hide her face and cover her now bruised breasts from his sight.
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