Arousing Arabella Ch. 01

Chapter One

The unmistakable thud thud thud of marching feet woke Lady Arabella Symes from a deep sleep and she came to with a start, heart pounding under the flimsy silk of her nightgown. She slid out of the four poster bed and rushed to the window and stared out, parting the drapes with her long fingers so that she had a good view of the gravelled drive leading up to the fortified manor house. Stray wisps of moonlight glinted on the sharp tips of pikes and she shivered as she recognised the lobster pot helmets of Roundhead soldiers heading for her home.

A thunderous knocking pried her away from the window as she snatched up a wrap from the end of the bed and raced to the door, eager to get to the front door before one of the servants opened it and suffered at the rough hands of the soldiers. Although she was barely eighteen, Arabella took her duties as chatelaine of the manor seriously especially as her parents had left her in charge when they had gone to be with the king: father to fight and mother to act as a lady in waiting to Queen Henrietta Maria. By the time she descended the sweeping staircase however, Frobisher, the head of the servants, had already got there, armed with the old sword that he had used when he had been in the army many years previously. Other servants were milling around in panic and so Arabella had to shoulder a couple of maids roughly aside in order to get to the door which Frobisher was starting to unbolt as heavy crashing blows struck it from the other side.

"Patience, patience," the old man called out loudly as he struggled with the stiff bolts but finally they were withdrawn and then the door opened abruptly and he was knocked backwards into the plasterwork as a mobile wall of steel marched in. Arabella found herself focusing on the man in the centre, a tall, bristly-chinned figure with piercing blue eyes that stared at her coldly from above a long, thin nose.

"Elizabeth Symes?" he questioned in a harsh voice.

"No, I am her daughter, Lady Arabella, though," responded the girl haughtily, stressing her title as she tried to exert some control over the situation.

"Well, lady, I am Captain Matthew Webber and I am here to arrest your cousin, Marcus Harvey. I have reliable information that he is staying here and so unless you want my men to have a lot of fun and smash the place up, I suggest that you hand him over," smirked the officer.

Arabella tried to keep her face from revealing her thoughts as she wondered who amongst her servants had informed on her cousin. It was clearly one who didn't know everything as the gentleman in question had left the previous day in order to return to his regiment in Oxford. She could still almost feel the warmth of his lips on hers as he had stolen a kiss from her just before he had mounted his horse and she flushed slightly as she remembered the answering warmth that had flooded her groin in response.

"I am afraid that you are mistaken, Mr Webber. My cousin has far more sense than to stay here where Parliamentarians skulk around and make midnight raids on innocent houses."

"Well pardon me if I don't exactly take your word for it, miss! Lads, spread out and search the place and make sure that you do a thorough job while I interview milady here. Sergeant Jobson, you can accompany me."

A huge, barrel-chested man pushed his way to the front and grabbed Arabella by her arm and she hissed in surprise and shock before she swung her other hand round to slap him for his impertinence. He caught her hand in mid-air and held it there as she tried to wrestle it free while his mouth broke into a wide smile revealing crooked yellow teeth. Frobisher moved forward to help but Captain Webber pushed him back against the wall roughly and the old man let out a startled gasp of pain.

"One other thing, milady and the rest of you... the Parliamentary Commissioner for this area has seen fit to requisition this house to billet my troops in. The men can sleep out in your stables and outbuildings but the sergeant and I will be expecting more luxurious accommodation. Where's the housekeeper?" the captain snapped authoritatively then waited impatiently while the substantial figure of Mrs Jeffers waddled to the front, bosom heaving with indignation under her nightwear.

"I expect you to find the sergeant and I a nice comfortable place to stay by the time I finish interrogating your mistress here. I will take the main bedroom which I presume is empty as his Lordship isn't around. Understood?"

Mrs Jeffers nodded then shuffled off, calling out to some of the maids as she went while Webber turned his attention back to Arabella and instructed Jobson to bring her along as he made his way through to the drawing room. Frobisher tried to accompany them but one of the other soldiers grabbed him and pushed him away towards the kitchens and so Arabella was left feeling totally alone as she tried to recover her poise in the familiar surroundings of the oak-panelled room after Jobson dragged her in and then released her hands.

"Now let's stop the pretence of innocence, girl. Harvey was here recently and therefore you are guilty of harbouring an enemy of Parliament so I could have you thrown in prison for a while... if I wanted. That would be a waste though of a lovely young girl, wouldn't it, Jobson?"

"Certainly would!" growled the sergeant and his smile broadened while Arabella felt her insides turn to ice.

"There is nothing wrong in entertaining my own cousin!" she snapped, trying to gain some sort of control over the proceedings even while her thighs were trembling under the close and disconcerting scrutiny of the two soldiers.

"The law would see it differently, girl, especially as the local judge is a strict Parliamentarian supporter. Maybe a few days or weeks in the local gaol would help loosen her tongue, Jobson?"

"I am sure it would, sir. Make it nice and loose for lots of use perhaps?" the massive man stated with a sardonic lift of one bushy eyebrow.

Arabella felt herself flush at the insinuation lurking behind his words and she stepped back away from his imposing presence as Webber spoke once again.

"So perhaps a little more cooperation is necessary from you if you wish to save yourself from such a fate. Where is Harvey now?"

Arabella denied knowing anything about her cousin's plans even though she knew that he had planned to stop over at another relative's house in the next county before continuing his journey to Oxford. She also suspected that he had been on a mission to find out as much as possible about the Parliamentary strength in the area as he had certainly been making lots of notes in his time in the house. She was determined not to give anything away however and so she refused to answer the captain's questions with any sort of useful information even though he grew increasingly annoyed.

Webber regarded the determined features in front of him with frustration and anger. The haughty expression needed to be tamed, he decided, and the flashing green eyes reduced to tear-stained ones if he was going to get anything valuable out of her. His tongue flickered across his lips as he thought about the ways and means of extracting information and he felt himself harden suddenly at the prospect of having such a beauty at his mercy. Harming her however would seem a terrible waste and so he whispered to Jobson who smiled and headed out of the room in a hurry while Webber walked closer to Arabella, enjoying the feeling of consternation that clouded her clear complexion. He smiled mirthlessly as she tried to back away but her escape route was blocked by a chaise longue clad in rich red velvet and so she had to stand there powerlessly as he reached out a hand and stroked her soft cheek. She ached to slap him away but she knew that he would overpower her in an instant and so she could only glare at him furiously as he touched her skin and trailed the tips of his long fingers over her face and neck. She blushed at the feeling of a man's hand upon her as he reached under her auburn curls and squeezed her long neck gently before his fingers slipped lower until they were poised above the neckline of her thin wrap. She suddenly felt a rush of heat spreading through her as she wondered what it would feel like if he dared to touch the soft swell of her breasts and her nipples erected at the thought and she flushed even more as she wondered whether he could see them poking through the silk.

Before he could go any further however, the door crashed back open and Jobson reappeared, half-carrying Arabella's maid, Mary, as she kicked and struggled against his brute strength. Without a flicker of emotion, he tossed her onto the chaise longue by Arabella's side and then stood there not even out of breath while the poor girl sobbed pitifully.

"Thank you, Jobson. Now, my dear Arabella, let me show you how we can obtain information and loosen tongues by the application of a little pain and pleasure," murmured Webber, blue eyes staring straight at her remorselessly.

""Oh and you can bring it to a stop whenever you want by telling us the truth about your cousin and his whereabouts."

"I have!" shouted Arabella furiously as she watched with mounting trepidation as he ferreted in his pockets until his hand emerged clutching a strip of thin leather. Jobson moved forward and encouraged Mary to rise by the simple but effective method of grasping her dark hair then the captain grabbed her wrists and tied them behind her back swiftly with the leather cord before she was pushed over the raised end of the chaise longue so that her buttocks stuck up in the air, protected only by her cotton nightgown. Arabella sucked in her breath as the officer unsheathed his sword and then used the tip to slowly lift the hem of the maid's garment up revealing her calves and then her white thighs before it was drawn up even further and the pale moons of her arse cheeks loomed into view. The sword tapped the maid lightly with the flat of the blade and a deep sob spilt from the girl's mouth and then came a sharp scream as it whipped up and down and a shocking red welt sprang into being on the helpless flesh. Arabella swallowed in fear and shame as her maid writhed beneath the tapping blade of the sword as the captain readied it for another blow while his cool blue eyes looked at her to see if she was going to provide him with any information. She gritted her teeth however and looked away then had to glance back again as another tortured squeal filled the room. A second livid weal now lay parallel to the first and then came a third and a fourth as the sword struck rapidly while the maid kicked out her legs in pain and misery but only managed to reveal the pinken lips of her quim to the laughing pair of soldiers. The sword struck again and again and Arabella shut her eyes and tried not to listen to the screams of her poor maid as her white flesh turned steadily red under the harsh kiss of the metal blade.

Finally the beating finished and she opened her eyes cautiously and then shivered as she saw the sword slide between the girl's parted thighs and then inch up until the sharp steel was pressing gently against the pulsing centre. A high-pitched squeal came out of Mary's mouth and she hoisted her body further up, trying to escape the threat while Arabella felt her determination weaken.

"Yes he was here yesterday," she muttered, still staring in awful fascination at the parted pink lips that seemed to enclose the shining steel.

"And where is he now?"

"I don't know! He left on horseback at about three o'clock."

"I don't think that I believe you, milady. Do you, sergeant?"

"Not at all, sir."

"Obviously the lady hasn't got any consideration for the feelings of her maid, Jobson. I wonder how she would view the situation if she was down there, sprawled half-naked, instead?"

Arabella tried to keep her voice firm as she once again denied knowing anything about where Marcus had gone but her courage quailed at the daunting prospect of being treated like her maid even though excitement flared deep within her body at being bared and open for a man to play with. When her cousin had kissed her yesterday, she had wished that he had gone further and touched her breasts and the very thought of these two men seeing her most intimate areas was wickedly and perversely exciting to her.

The sword blade was withdrawn abruptly and sheathed and the captain pulled his pistol out of a leather snap fastening holster instead and stroked the long barrel thoughtfully before he stepped up close behind Mary and slid the muzzle across the shaking girl's skin.

"Just think of this, Arabella, sliding over you and then entering you while you wonder if it is loaded and whether the trigger is being pulled..."

He circled the cold steel muzzle around the girl's tight entrance then pressed it in slightly and Arabella flinched at the thought while her maid sobbed harder, fear coursing through her as she felt the barrel slide in. Slowly, it inched in further and further, stretching her pussy lips obscenely wide until Arabella could see the gleaming hint of moisture seeping down around the steel barrel as it began to thrust in and out in an awful parody of penetration. She felt her own quim liquefy at the thought of such a thing happening to her and she clamped her thighs together involuntarily as she looked down at her tormented maid, unable to tear her eyes away from the fascinating sight as the glinting metal slipped in and out of the spreading pink labia. Several minutes passed and the barrel edged in further and further until the trigger guard pressed against the maid's slippery wetness, touching the hard nub of her clit and making her writhe and wriggle before it was abruptly withdrawn and then eased against the girl's tight anal pucker. Arabella drew in her breath sharply, fear vying with fascination as her maid's mouth opened in despair and desperation as the circular barrel pressed into her fundament and started to split her apart.

"Please, no!" Arabella found herself crying out as she stared down at the white globes and the wrinkled browny-pink ring starting to stretch open.

"Then tell me where your cousin is. A simple enough request, I believe."

"I don't know. I have already told you that he left here yesterday."

"Hmm, do we believe her, Jobson?"

"Possibly, sir," smirked the sergeant as his little piggy eyes looked at her lasciviously making her shudder inwardly.

"But we cannot be sure so..."and the barrel slipped in further, bringing an anguished cry from Mary as the cold steel opened up her anal tube. Her tears dripped down onto the velvet covering of the chaise as the metal tube eased in a little more, lubricated by her own pussy cream and making her gasp at the sensation of being filled in such a place. It was almost enjoyable, she decided in a dark moment of madness as it thrust in and out and tiny tendrils of excitement built deep down in her groin.

"I have no idea where he is," stated Arabella arrogantly, "and even if I did then I wouldn't tell you after this sort of behaviour!"

"Then it is time for a bit of fun instead of all this hard work trying to extract information!" remarked the captain nonchalantly, removing the pistol from Mary's bottom mouth and Arabella gave a great sigh of relief only to find her hopes dashed as Webber reached out and grabbed her by the arm and continued, "So I am going to have some fun with her ladyship here while you enjoy the delights of the maid, sergeant. Carry on!"

Jobson needed no further invitation but loosened the belt that held his breeches and then let them drop down around his ankles along with his drawers to reveal a hairy backside and a thick prick that stood out from a mass of curly black pubic hair. Arabella found herself unable to tear her eyes off the bobbing purple head as he stepped over to the maid where she was bent over the arm of the chaise longue and presented the tip to her tight fundament. Mary screamed as he pressed down into her and Arabella shuddered as she wondered what such an invasion of such an intimate place felt like as the captain twisted her arms behind her back and turned her round to face him.

"Hard or easy, my dear lady?" he sneered, blue eyes cold as he stared at her from only a few inches away. She spat at him without thinking, anger clouding her judgement, and watched the white spittle running down his cheek as wrath flared in his eyes.

"The wrong choice for you, I think," he snarled, "but one that will give me some fun breaking you in."

Arabella struggled against his superior strength but within a few seconds he had her wrists tied tightly behind her back with a strip of leather cord before she was pulled down over his lap and her nightgown whisked up to bare her glorious twin globes to his appreciative glance. Then her breath was driven out of her by his hard hand smacking her buttocks: crisp strokes swatted her cheeks constantly for a minute making them sting and she found herself squealing, matching the sounds that came from her maid who was still being sodomised over the chaise longue.

Mary found the first insertion of the soldier's huge cock tip incredibly painful as it rubbed her soft tissues raw but then it slipped further in and the pain eased and she began to feel amazingly full, totally stuffed by his cock and excitement began to flow through her veins with each hard thrust of his length. Jobson looked down at the split brown aperture and grinned as his thickness slipped in and out, gleaming now with her internal juices and he grasped her hips tight and began to pound into her harder and harder while he glanced over at his captain and laughed at the sight of her high and mighty ladyship's white buttocks steadily turning red. The view made his cock swell even more and he gritted his teeth to hold back his burgeoning desire to come as he thrust in and out of the tight anal tunnel while the girl wriggled helplessly beneath his pinioning weight.

Matthew found the soft, yielding flesh beneath his palm delightful to spank especially when it began to colour up, changing to a rich red that he knew would be a mirror image of Arabella's facial cheeks. He could sense the embarrassment in her body and feel the sense of humiliation pouring off her skin as he continued to smack her hard, now concentrating on the centre of her cheeks and making her cry out with each hard slap. Arabella could feel the vibrations travelling down into her quim and she felt mortified as the seepage of her love cream began, oozing out of her tight lips and so she tried to keep her thighs tightly clamped together. The captain smiled at her resistance and began to smack her on the back of her thighs, watching them turn red under his skilful ministrations while his cock throbbed ever harder in his breeches. He could feel the weakening of her will as each spank drained away some of her resistance and so he concentrated on smacking her flesh harder than ever for a minute and then smiled as her thighs parted in acceptance of defeat and he could see the promised land of her furled labia, shining and oozing with moisture.

Arabella sobbed piteously as she found herself no longer able to fight off the pain and the deep darkness of the desire to be abused and so she allowed her legs to spread wide on his lap and then shuddered as his fingers began to caress her intimate whorled lips. The touch of the tips of his fingers made her gasp as they stroked down the length of her slit, spreading her betraying juices over her sensitive skin and then teasing her labia softly and gently before sliding up into the forest of her curly pubic hair and tugging on it sharply thus making her cry out in pain again. Minutes passed while she had to endure the arousing mixture of pain and pleasure as his fingers toyed with her, using her for his delight and steadily opened up her virgin quim until he could slide two fingers inside her and feel her so tight walls encompassing them.

Suddenly she found herself on her knees on the carpet with his hand holding her head up by her long hair and she shut her eyes in terror as he fumbled with the buttons on his breeches and released his cock from its long imprisonment. It jutted forward and slapped against her cheek and she recoiled in shock, opening her green eyes instinctively to see the purple head already glistening with moisture from his excitement.

"Get that pretty mouth working now, your ladyship," the captain whispered sibilantly. "After all it has to have some other uses as it hasn't told me anything useful about your cousin."

Obstinately she kept her lips clamped firmly together, not through fear of the massive knob that swayed back and forth in front of her but just to deny him the pleasure of victory. Part of her really wanted to taste the fascinating object and experience the delights of a man in her mouth but she refused to be browbeaten into it too easily. Webber looked down at her tousled head and the jade eyes that sparked defiance and grinned before he leaned down and caressed her nipples through the thin silk of her nightgown. He stroked them for a few seconds and felt them swell slightly and begin to poke through the material and then he pinched the left one sharply and watched her eyes cloud with tears as the pain raced through the sensitive bud. Still she refused to yield and so he pinched her right tender bud savagely and watched her soft lips part in agony then plunged his thick knob in and ravaged her mouth. Arabella gagged around the massive shaft that slipped in and out of her mouth while hot tears dripped down onto her cheeks at the debasement that she was suffering although she could not deny that part of her was finding pleasure in kneeling at the man's feet and being used so abruptly to satisfy his lust. His cock shaft grew slipperier with her saliva and then the glans thudded against the back of her mouth and pressed into her throat and she desperately tried to catch her breath as her world was smothered by the scent and taste of him taking her and owning her.

Again Jobson glanced over and watched the entertainment of seeing the lady being used so intimately and he found himself unable to hold back any longer and so he speared his long shaft deep down into Mary's sore anal tube and came, soaking her insides with his thick cream while she moaned and wriggled beneath him as she felt the hot liquid seep into her. He thrust in again and again until he had drained himself completely and then he pulled out sharply and allowed his wilting cock to dangle against her arse cheeks while he explored the soaking wetness of her quim with his thick fingers. Mary pushed herself willingly back onto the fingers, opening her labia wider as they slipped inside her and then gasping with pleasure as they slid in and out. A third joined and she wriggled around on them until the sergeant's thumb pressed teasingly onto her swollen clitoral bud and then her climax exploded and she squealed like a stuck pig as the great waves of pleasure swept through her soul and left her feeling exhausted.

Arabella's tongue began to work around the long shaft that throbbed inside her as he plundered her mouth, sliding in and out rapidly. He withdrew until just the very tip remained inside her and then plunged back in and the glans lodged in her throat and her eyes bulged in surprise and fear before he withdrew once again. Matthew knew that he could not hold back for much longer and so he shafted her mouth harder, driving in his mastery of her while he watched her eyes shed warm tears that trickled slowly down her soft cheeks. He found the sight fascinating and arousing and so his cock throbbed and pulsated madly in her mouth and he withdrew completely and then directed the spurting jets of his thick come all over her face. Arabella watched the liquid fountain out of his tiny slit in total surprise and then recoiled in shock as it splashed all over her face, staining her forehead and cheeks and even spurting into her eyes before it dribbled down her slowly while more came to join it as his cock pulsed again and again.

The captain laughed at her stained face and the look of complete shock etched into her eyes as he wiped his wilting prick clean on her cheeks. Then he smeared in his white come, rubbing it into every part of her beautiful face to signify his ownership of her before he hauled her to her feet and marched her over to where Jobson stood, cock dangling limply on his muscular thigh, and told him to look after both of the women while he went to inspect the house.

"Take them up to her ladyship's bedroom, sergeant, and make them comfortable. I am sure you can do that!"

The sergeant grinned, exposing his yellowing teeth and Arabella shuddered at being at the man's mercy until the captain returned.