Angelica almost always thought of herself as Cinderella. Of course her aunt wasn't really cruel and her cousins, although they were sometimes mean, were also nice to her now and then and often gave her hand-me-down clothes to wear. But she did all the dirty jobs, and she never got to go to parties or dances. She was their servant, slept in the cellar and earned her keep.
The girl's parents had died in an accident when she was young, and her aunt was the only relative willing to take her in as she was repeatedly reminded.
After the family left for the ball that evening, Angelica took off her shabby skirt, tattered drawers and sweaty shirt and stood before the full-length looking glass in her aunt's dressing room. She examined herself, turning left and right and then got a hand mirror and looked at her back and her buttocks. She decided that she was pretty, in fact very pretty. She was right.
Angelica was almost sixteen, nearly five-two in her bare feet and she weighed around 100 pounds. Her waist was slim, her hips nicely sloped and curved and her buttocks firm and rounded especially when she stood up on her toes. Her rapidly developing breasts, now nearly the size and shape of the balls used in lawn bowling, sat high on her chest and would have easily filled most men's hands. They were topped with tiny rosebud nipples that turned slightly away from each other and were very sensitive.
She smiled at the mirror and admired her face, knowing she would be beautiful some day. She was right about that too. She had excellent bone structure, lovely eyes, kissable lips, a high forehead, a stubborn chin, clear skin and a small nose. Plus a few freckles.
She took a deep breath and found one of her cousin's frilly and lace-trimmed chemises, much too fine an undergown to be called a shift. She shrugged it down over her curls and smoothed it over her developing hips.
It would have to do, she decided seeing that her nipples were barely visible and the few blonde curls sprouting in her groin could not be seen because of the shadow of her small belly. She belted it just below her breasts with a piece of blue satin ribbon in the current high-waisted style.
She put her feet in some slippers of her cousin's and tied a blue ribbon about her golden hair so it was pulled high on her head instead of hanging halfway down her back.
Then she hurried down to the carriage house and met Hugo as he returned with the closed barouche. "A messenger just left," she told him breathlessly,
"you're to take me there and wait for me. It's important."
The driver looked at the luscious little blonde standing before him in a filmy gown and felt himself quickly aroused. With the light behind her, he could see right through her dress.
The other girls were plain as dirt compared to this beauty, he decided as he held the door for her and admired her ass and shapely leg as she stepped up. He doubted there had been any messenger.
At the stone-walled mansion, Angelica hopped from the rig, cried, "Wait for me," and dashed around to the back of the big home, mounted the brick stairs that led from the garden and stood on the patio looking in at the dancers and other party goers talking and laughing together in the candlelight.
This had been her goal: just to see the party, the clothes, the young men. She squealed when she felt a hand on her shoulder and turned to face a tall gentleman with a slim cigar between his lips. He was wearing the uniform of a guards officer.
"What have we here?" he said, tossing the cigar away and smiling. He put both hands on her slim shoulders and peeled aside the thin straps.
"Lord James," the girl said, recognizing one of Europe's most eligible bachelors who was rumored to be the lover of a series of beautiful women over the past decade. His picture was always in the gossip magazines her cousins read.
He was, in fact, an aging Lothario of some note and the despoiler of countless young women and not a few children. He thought of himself as insatiable and irresistible. He was the old Baron's only son. He was a lecher.
The man raised Angelica's trembling hand to his lips, kissed her fingers and said, "Come, this way." He led her down a dark path to the first carriage in the rank and pulled her inside and kissed her mouth firmly, grasping her buttocks and the back of her head as she tried to squirm away.
The eager man grabbed the silk garment clinging to the struggling girl's back, tore it from her and tossed it out the window, ribbon and all.
The driver saw the flash of white and then the torn gown float to the ground. He smiled to himself and scratched at his groin, having planned to wait only briefly for the silly girl's return but now content to take his turn.
Angelica felt the man's large hand close over her left breast and squeeze and then her nipple was pinched between his fingers as his lips covered hers again and his tongue pressed into her mouth as his fingers probed between her legs.
She tasted both fear and tobacco. Her mind whirled as she tried to push her assailant away. But he was a strong and virile man and barely recognized her pummeling small fists on his chest and shoulders or her kicking feet in the enclosed space.
He had enjoyed unsuspecting girls this way many times and liked it much better when they struggled. He was already tumescent in anticipation.
The baron's heir quickly undid his bulging foreflap and let his overheated cock leap forth. He was a well-hung man and one who had much practice in the use of his mighty endowment, taking pride in how many virgins he conquered and how often he roused them to blubbering surrender.
He pulled the struggling girl up on his lap, bent to suck one of her pink tits into his mouth and pulled her down his thighs to meet his throbbing manhood, which arched up in his hand, its glans nearly purple, its thick shaft pulsing with blood.
Angelica squealed and gasped as she felt the blunt head of his cock rub along the inside of her thighs, pry into her folds and then bump against her pulsing lips.
"No, no, don't, please sir, please don't," she cried, suddenly aware of his intent.
He turned his attention to her other breast and nipped at her tiny tit, lapping it firmly with his tongue until it hardened and jutted. He grasped her hips and rotated her pelvis upward slightly, pushing firmly with his hips and probing with one hand on his heavy cock until he felt the narrow-lipped portal open as the girl's legs were spread widely about his waist.
With his hard and throbbing prick now set at her inner lips, he got both hands on her buttocks and pulled her to crushing impalement with a cry of triumph.
"Please, please," the girl sobbed as she felt the man's cockhead prise open her tender passage. "I beg of you," she moaned as he withdrew an inch and then grunted and pounded two inches deeper, fingers buried in her buttocks as she arched before him, her eyes wide and mouth open as his ram stretched her virginal barrier, and her flesh parted and surrendered to his searing invasion.
She felt as if a heated poker with ramming into her, closed her eyes and yielded.
He took a deep breath, lifted the girl slightly and then plunged her down on his upright shaft, tearing through her maidenhead and sinking his entire thick member into her immature vagina.
The girl screeched and spasmed on his spear as her Virginal blood began to flow down his cock. He could feel the warmth and did not want his new breeches soiled so he lifted her off his ram and let her fall to the floor of the carriage, sobbing, drawing up her legs.
He wiped his throbbing cock with his big handkerchief and then dropped in on the mewling girl. "Wipe yourself clean and get back up here," he said, "we'll play a different game. Be quick about it."
He pulled her up on his knees with her back to him, lifted her once more onto his dripping prong and clamped her to him as he savagely re-entered her ravaged body.
"This is called ride a cockhorse," he said gaily as he began at a walking pace, jolting the young woman up and down on his thick thighs and iron hard ram.
He cupped her small breasts and watched her hair bounce as he enjoyed her, knowing he could keep this up almost indefinitely and very pleasurably for the girl was tight and juicy, her cunt quivering and grasping on the blood-gorged invader tearing her open and battering at her womb. He ignored her gasping wails and weak struggling.
Tiring of that game, the nobleman slid to the far side of the seat, pulled the girl up beside him, mounted on his knees behind her young body, bent well over her, humped vigorously and quickly climaxed, firing several bolts of his thick sperm into her.
When he was spent, he gave the sobbing youngster three more hard thrusts and then withdrew from her battered vulva and patted her bottom, wiping his cock on her thigh.
"Very good, missy," he said with a chuckle, "well done indeed. I shall send you more trade."
He stepped down from the rig, cleaned his flabby cock with the torn dress, glanced up at the driver who was studiously looking away and buttoned up his britches.
Off he strode toward the house glowing with light, whistling a waltz.
The driver, who had listened intently to the rape, hopped down, opened his codpiece, freed his rigid cock and stepped into the carriage where girl was rolled into a small ball on the seat, weeping and sobbing, her knees to her chin.
He knelt on the floor, pulled Angelica to him, spread her legs and drove his thick cock up into her hot little cunny without delay. She squealed weakly.
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