Free Hinterlands Book II: The Stables by Isha Dehaven Page B

  She couldn’t resist.   His chest was strongly defined and broad,
his abdomen rippled from long hours of labor.   His penis was…standing up slowly,
growing before her eyes.   He glanced
at Amelia’s face and his gaze softened, almost a pleading expression.
    “Eh Boss...look at this one here.   He’s off to the races already.” One of
the attendants had noticed the young man’s erection hardening and growing.   It was smooth and handsome, this
penis.   It looked strong and robust
in the evening light. As if her face couldn’t get any redder, Amelia flushed at
the sight of it. The skinny Miss Jenkins gawked openly, her mouth hanging open.
    “Close your mouth Ms. Jenkins!   Have some propriety young lady!” Mr.
Stephen chirped, relishing the irony. “Oh there-look at this!   Mr. Howard! You are just a barrel of
laughs tonight aren’t you?” Mr. Stephen circled the young man slowly. Amelia
was glad to know this lad’s name, even though Mr. Howard seemed so formal a
name for one so wild.   “What shall
we do with you sir?”   He mocked,
pursing his lips.   He then removed a
small riding-crop from his jacket and held it up in the air for all to
see.   Without another thought he
whipped the boy’s hard penis with a snap. Mr. Howards face contorted with pain,
and he exhaled his breath in a shuddering hiss, yet somehow he managed to stand
stock still at attention, looking directly forward, right towards Amelia
actually.   He seemed to be gazing at
her body, and she shifted nervously, holding her thighs tightly together.   There was simply no way to hide the
patch of blonde hair between her slender thighs, nor her small breasts as they
stood erect in the chill.   She
averted her eyes demurely, but she also couldn’t help but notice Mr. Howard’s
penis. It had turned red along its top, growing larger and angrier by the
moment.
    “Do you like her boy?   That one there, eh?   Ms. Kerrick?”   Mr. Stephen had noticed that the boy was
glancing in Amelia’s direction.  
    Her heart was racing.   The last thing she wanted was attention
from Mr. Stephen.   Watching the
boy’s penis treated so roughly, had been beastly, but even more alarming was
the realization that she was aroused and wet with desire.   She could feel the silky smooth dew
rapidly gathering between her netherlips, and she resisted the urge to move thighs
together, lest anyone take notice. Glancing around she noticed that some of the
other girls were panting as well and Ms. Jenkins was actually stroking her sex
with her fingers absently, breathing hard, her mouth slightly open again.
    “I’ll take care of him Mr. Stephen!” a female voice rang
out from the darkness.
    Ms. Farstone!   Apparently she had been here the entire time, standing in the darkness,
watching the proceedings.   She
sauntered slowly into the light, her skirts trailing in the dirt, her red hair
tied back severely so that her eyes seemed narrow and frightful.   This woman was far more intimidating
than Mr. Stephen, and Amelia felt a chill go through everyone who was gathered
about.   Her lips were outlined in
audacious paints, bright red and smiling, yet there was nothing comely about
this mouth. On the contrary, Amelia felt that those lips were merely wicked
things, adorning themselves in a clever mélange in order to soften the guard of
unwitting victims. She actually envisioned the mouth to be full of razor sharp
teeth. The tight black corset she was wearing held her large breasts together,
advertising the comfort and warmth that could be found therein, a strange
contradiction for such an intimidating woman.
    She strode up to Mr. Howard, taking a moment to look
Amelia’s direction and then kneeled before him. She gazed at his penis for an
instant and then back up into his face. “Poor, poor Misssssster Howard!” she
cooed menacingly. “He’s sooo excited and has nowhere to turn for relief. Let
Ms. Farstone take care of you!”   Mr.
Howard did NOT