Hinterlands Book II: The Stables Read Free Page A

had no choice in the matter however,
and she silently regained her feet.   Still terribly aroused, Amelia felt her eyes fill angrily with
tears.   She now understood why Mr.
Howard had resisted being placed into the wagon so vigorously.   He was hoping to avoid this situation.
    She took her place amongst the others who had just
witnessed this scene. Each of them now looked terribly flushed and aroused,
their breasts and penises swollen and aching. Ms. Farstone stood fully upright,
gazing about, wearing a smug, cavalier expression. She adjusted her bodice to
keep the large breasts from bounding forth.
    As the reality of what had just occurred began to set in,
Amelia’s embarrassment was almost more than she could bear. Standing there in
front of the others, her knees felt weak and her head swam.   For a moment she thought she might pass
into unconsciousness, but she was jolted back to reality by Ms. Farstone’s
shrill voice.
    “Now! ...” The woman paused for theatrical effect.   She had obviously done this before. “You
will each learn to please, and to be
pleased in turn. When I desire you to release your pleasure, you will do so at my command and ONLY at my command!   That includes you Mr. Howard.”   She
wiped her lips and looked at the paint upon her fingers haughtily.   “You are all my responsibility.”
    At this, Mr. Howard was released, half-exhausted and
lacking any fight whatsoever.   Amelia,
unable to turn her eyes toward him, merely stared at the dirt in front of her
miserably.
    The farm hands ushered them through the lighted door and into
the large stable building. As they crossed the threshold, the air became noticeably
warmer, and regardless of what lay in store for them, they were all relieved to
be in-doors and out of the chilly night air. The floor was covered in a thin
layer of hay, and the sheer pleasure of stepping onto a softer surface almost
caused Amelia to groan out loud. In the dim lantern light the ceiling towered
high overhead, a sloping roof   that
stretched from one side of the building to the other, but the floor-space around
them was partitioned into many, many wooden stalls, some of which were simply
waist high while others seemed to be entire rooms offering a measure of
privacy.   A loft of sorts was
visible toward the back half of the building, but in the poor lighting it was
impossible to see if anyone was up there.
    They gathered in the large entry area, and here the men
were separated from the women.   There were 12 servants altogether, 7 women and 5 young men, and this
number included both Mr. Howard and the nameless dark-haired man who had helped
to capture him during the debacle at the wagon. Everyone looked shiftless and
exhausted, unable to decide where or on whom they should lay their eyes. In the
brief tumult of the sorting, Amelia stole another glance at Mr. Howard.   She was surprised to see that he was
looking directly at her, and there was gentility in his eyes, and a sparkle of
mirth. He was an enchanting, mesmerizing thing, a man much like Lord Dunmoor,
frightening similar actually, but Mr. Howard’s face contained a fire that the
elder man lacked, a fire that was capable of sensual warmth, or searing
heat.   It was all but impossible to
ignore.   His eyes followed her as
she and the other women were ushered down the hallway out of sight.
    Ms. Farstone led the way deeper into the stables. They
turned a corner passing thick wooden beams that soared upward into the
darkness. The women’s shadows danced in the lantern light as they marched along,
like some perverse shadow play children might perform, but this was no play and
the beauty of the stable was lost on each of them. Along the way there were many
stalls to the left and right with waist-high doors that must have once
contained livestock. Yet although there was a feint smell of horses wafting on
the air, and the occasional nickering here and there in the inky blackness,
there was no livestock about