Tim Richards – The girls both flushed with shame and humiliation

The Marquis de Sade’s friend.
“Ouch!” little Annie cried out, wriggling and squealing as she dangled from the ceiling. “Please, milords! Please let me go! This… this is wrong! Please!”
“Quiet, you!” Lord Caine said, slapping the blonde bitch across the cheek. “This will teach you to steal from my gardens, you little slut!” he roared. “Now you’ll be sold as sex slaves and fuckpets to anyone willing to pay your piddling price! Normally I’d charge more, but I think it should serve as a lesson that the both of you are cheaper than a cow and a chicken!”
The girls both flushed with shame and humiliation. Free women, they were now worth less than farm animals! The lords Calaban and Foster grinned and exchanged glances. “Of course,” the Lord Foster said, pulling his cock out from his pants. “We have to make sure these two aren’t lustful sinners… we have to make sure their holes are tight! If we find they’re not good fucks… I’m not sure I’d pay more than a pennyfarthing for these two…”

Tim Richards - The girls both flushed with shame and humiliation
Tim Richards – The girls both flushed with shame and humiliation

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Tim Richards – Glared at her lord and master, Lord Krebs

The Marquis de Sade’s friend.
The Lord Caine provided many a “useful” service to his peers and fellow noblemen throughout the countryside. Among those services, which included such things such as procurement and training, was his most requested of all: obedience training! There were, after all, many a farmgirl or arrogant maid who thought herself above the “invitations” of their lords and masters. Many of these girls needed to be taught an awful reality: that they were nothing more than pieces of meat to be used as their betters saw fit!
“Not so tough now, are you?” one of Lord Caine’s friends, Lord Krebs, asked, clutching at a milkmaid Sylvia’s hair so tightly, he almost ripped it from her scalp! The girl screamed, not just from the brutal tugging on her hair but also from the hot wax dripping down upon her tender flesh! Her lord and master, Lord Krebs, merely laughed. “I bet you felt quite high and mighty when you doused me with your milk pail! But now look at you! I bet it doesn’t feel so good being covered in ‘milk’ now does it?”

Tim Richards - Glared at her lord and master, Lord Krebs
Tim Richards – Glared at her lord and master, Lord Krebs

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