Chosen to Be His Little Angeline (12 page)

Blackhurst placed a firm hand under her neck. "Tilt your head up. Arch your back," he tersely commanded.

The glass ball head of the dildo began to push against her puckered ring. Angeline called out and tightened up as her knees collapsed in fear.

Blackhurst dropped her neck and harshly smacked her bottom with his left hand.

"Up on your knees," he barked. "Arch that back. Push your bottom out." He gave her another stinging spank for good measure.

Sobbing and on weak knees, Angeline did her best to obey but could not.

Bending his arm at the elbow, he placed it under her neck and pulled a reluctant and weak with fear, Angeline, more firmly up on her knees. With his arm pushing her head back at an extreme angle, her back arched in a deep bow, pushing her bottom out.

Using a firm grip on the glass dildo, he shoved it past her terror locked muscled ring.

Angeline shrieked from the sharp bite of pain as the round head stretched open the resisting and tense muscles.

Blackhurst started the deliberate push into her resisting bottom hole.

"Ow…ow…ow…it hurts…it hurts!"

Her tortured hole had only swallowed about three inches of the glass dildo. He expected her to take it all so he knew the pain would get much more intense.

"I know, little one," he soothed, releasing his hold on her throat and petting her hair.

Moving the dildo in a pulsing thrust motion, he opened her tight passage even further as Angeline whined and squirmed. Soon she had taken about half of the length up her hurting bottom. Blackhurst changed his grip on the dildo, rotating it in small circles, forcing her furrowed hole to relax and open.

"Oh god, that's worse! Stop!" Angeline gasped in agony as she could feel her entrance being stretched and strained beyond endurance. She could feel the rounded ball as it moved inside of her much like the ridge of the head of his cock when it thrust inside her cunny.

Blackhurst widened the circles, knowing she would not only have to accommodate the length of his cock but the girth as well. After this dildo, he had a much wider triangle shaped one to force into her bottom and he needed to prepare her now.

After a few more wide rotations, he once more drove the dildo deep inside her passage.

Angeline collapsed forward onto her forearms. Breathing heavily through gritted teeth she fought off the waves of dizzying agony. The further he pushed in the harder her stomach cramped. She tried to rock from side to side to release the pressure but her efforts only earned her a stinging slap to her already bruised bottom.

A sheen of sweat made her beautiful, creamy skin glisten, thought Blackhurst as he moved to stand behind her. He ran a finger around her stretched opening. Moments earlier it had clamped tight around the shaft of the dildo, now there was a gap as her muscles weakened. She had taken about six inches. He pulled it almost all the way out and shoved it back in, earning a groan from Angeline.

"You are going to take the full length now, baby. Take a nice deep breath."

"No. Please, I can't. It's too much. My tummy hurts," she sobbed.

"You can do this for Papa. Now take a deep breath and hold it."

Knowing it would be better not to prolong the tense agony, Blackhurst ruthlessly thrust the dildo into her battered passage, straight to the hilt.

Angeline screamed in anguish as the searing hurt gripped her insides, clenching and tearing her in two.

"Take it out! Take it out! Oh, god," she wailed.

A burst of relief broke through her haze of pain when she felt the dildo being dragged out of her tight bottom, only to be agonized all over again when it was thrust in deep again.

"We need to leave it deep in your bottom for a while but Papa is going to make you feel all better."

Angeline's only response was an incoherent whimper.

Blackhurst knelt behind her and pulled open her newly shaved cunny lips. He stared at the pale pink folds as he breathed in the scent combination of her own sweet musk mixed with the vanilla and cinnamon flavored oil. His sweet little one was aroused.

Moving in close, he buried the tip of his tongue into her cunny passage tasting her own uniqueness as well as hints of vanilla and cinnamon. Angeline moaned and pushed her hips back. He smiled as he gathered his lips and moved them over her sweet folds, kissing and lapping them with his tongue, slowly making his way to that tiny bundle of nerves he knew would make her scream with pleasure. Reaching her clit, he swirled around it with his tongue, gently boxing it back and forth.

Moving his hands over her oiled slick soft skin, he grabbed a handful of each bottom cheek, forcing her open even further as he tasted her sweet cunny further. Pulling her clit into his mouth, scraping it past his lip covered teeth, he whirled his tongue over the tip.

The soreness in Angeline's bottom became a throbbing ache as she concentrated on the more powerful sensations caused by Papa's tongue on her cunny. She could feel the building pressure of her release but something was wrong. It was there…cresting…but she couldn't reach it.

Just then, Blackhurst rolled his tongue over her clit the same moment he pulled out the dildo and painfully thrust it back into place. The mixture of pleasure and sharp pain bringing Angeline over the edge of release. Her body achingly clamped down on the dildo in her bottom as he felt her cunny muscles ripple and flex over his tongue.

Angeline's knees collapsed as her breath came in great gasps. She felt faint and disoriented.

Blackhurst brought her back to the present when he took hold of the dildo handle and gently pulled it from her body.

There was a rush of relief for Angeline. As if a pressure valve had been released inside her body, but there was also this strange sense of emptiness.

Blackhurst looked on with pride at her stretched bottom hole. Instead of a tight closed-off puckered hole, it was an open mouth awaiting his pleasure. He moved to the small table and once again picked up the small glass vial of oil.

"Arch your bottom nice and high," he instructed as he urged Angeline once again fully up onto her knees.

Confused, Angeline glanced over her shoulder. "But, Papa, I was a good girl. I took the whole dildo? Why?"

"Oh, baby. We are not done. We started with the smaller dildo to open you up but now the true training of your bottom begins. Keep your head down. Arch your back and push out your bottom like you were told."

Angeline submitted immediately. Startled, she felt him pour the oil directly into her slack bottom hole!

Blackhurst picked up the second glass object. It was a butt plug close to two inches at its widest point before it narrowed then flared at the base and about four inches long. It would be a struggle for her bottom to take it. He would eventually work her up to much wider ones but since it was her first training session, he wanted it to be a challenge but did not want to harm her.

He pulsed his middle finger into her now opened bottom a few times, feeling the heat from her chastised cheeks against his skin.

Placing the cold, hard tip of the glass plug inside her opening, he started to push it forward.

Angeline raised up on her arms, distressed as she felt her tender entrance already stretched to its limit being forced to loosen further. She had tried to prepare herself for the brutal feel of the long dildo but this was different. It was wider and much scarier.

"Papa?"

"Relax your bottom, baby. This one is thicker. If you are tense, the pain will be sharper," he warned.

As he reached the widest point of the plug, he placed the flat of his hand against her punished bottom cheek, with a merciless shove, he pushed the plug past her final resistance.

Angeline gave a high keening wail as she began to rock back and forth. The fierce pain was unrelenting. It kept coming in waves, with every heartbeat, with every breath, with every hint of movement.

Blackhurst pushed the plug in the final inch till the handle was flush against her bottom. Angeline was in too much misery to even notice.

"Why? Why? Why?" she kept crying over and over.

Blackhurst stroked her wet cheek. "I told you, little one. Papa wants to possess all of you. I cannot take your bottom without training it first. This is not done as a punishment, my love. You must trust me. I know my little one will enjoy having her bottom taken by my cock," he remarked with a smile. "The pain will ebb into a dull, fullness. You will see. You just need something to take your mind off it."

He stepped away and returned a moment later.

"Open your mouth."

Blackhurst pushed the metal ring past her pink lips and tied the leather strap around her head. Angeline felt light-headed with awareness. Nothing made her feel more wickedly wrong than wanting the sheer brutality of him forcing his shaft down her throat.

Tilting her head up, he looked deep into her pain and desire laced blue eyes. "There will be a moment when my cock is so deep down your throat you will swear it touched that plug in your bottom."

Angeline closed her eyes and moaned, the sensual image overtaking her.

Tracing the head of his cock over her pink lips, he continued, "Now let's see you take the full length again."

It had been several days since her first session in the playroom. Angeline had endured several more but none as painful as the first. Papa was demanding but patient. She could now much more easily accept the two inch glass plug into her bottom. The pride and excitement in Papa's eyes made the pain and discomfort worth it.

She blushed to even think it but as Papa had promised, she had actually started to feel something other than pain. She never would have imagined it that first day but the more he coaxed a release from her while the plug or dildo were buried deep inside her bottom the more she craved the full feeling for that release.

There was something about knowing Papa was somehow forcing himself on her in more ways than one that aroused all her senses. Angeline was already coming to accept her odd attraction to pain and pleasure but this was a new aspect that she was both frightened and excited to explore. A new side to her adventure with Papa. One she never would have undertaken without his insistence.

Unfortunately she had only seen him during their afternoon play times these last few days. Adult worries and responsibilities had taken him away from her every evening. Each night she shared a simple meal with Nanny and then went to bed alone in the nursery. She missed her Papa!

But tonight was special, he was going to be home and asked for her to join him in the adult dining room! Nanny dressed her in one of her prettiest dresses for the occasion. Pale blue with a white lace ruffle at the hem which ended as usual, mid-thigh. Her favorite part was the large white bow tied just above her bum in the back. Angeline was so excited she could barely sit still all afternoon. She had received several scoldings and more than one spanking from Nanny because of it. Not only would she be seeing Papa but she had overheard one of the maid's talking about the dinner they were preparing for that evening. There would be roast pheasant and gooseberry tarts! Angeline was so very tired of the simple, childish fare she had been served up in the nursery.

* * * * *

Later that evening, Angeline walked into the dining room feeling like a princess meeting her prince. Nanny had helped her prepare a special surprise for Papa, as well.

Blackhurst rose to greet his sweet, little angel.

"You look good enough to eat, little one," he said with a wink.

Angeline was so taken by his appearance she almost forgot her surprise. He was dressed in all black with the exception of his crisp, white cravat. She just wanted to run her hands through his thick, wavy black hair and stare into his piercing silver eyes all night. Angeline didn't think she would ever get used to the masculine aura of power and confidence he exuded.

Collecting herself, she took a deep breath and said, "
Bonsoir, Papa. Merci à me manger
."

Blackhurst smiled broadly. The French was rudimentary and a bit stilted but he got the gist of her appreciation of the dinner invite and could not be more proud.

Keeping his reply simple so she could understand, he said slowly, "
Vous êtes bienvenue, belle
."

Angeline giggled. She had learned from Nanny that 'belle' was beautiful and 'bienvenue' meant welcome.

Papa ushered her further into the room and held out a chair for her. Angeline was so happy that not even being served a glass of milk instead of wine like she had expected could dim her mood. She had hoped he had forgotten about the incident of her over indulgence at Lady Shackelton's house party but apparently not. Ah well, she thought, as she dutifully took a sip.

Her mood changed dramatically when the courses were served. In front of Papa was placed the coveted roasted pheasant as well as a myriad of other delectable dishes that made her mouth water. In front of her was placed a simple dish of poached fish and boiled carrots.

Blackhurst watched her out of the corner of his eye very carefully.

With a resigned sign, Angeline picked up her fork and daintily began to eat the modest fare.

"I am proud of you," said her Papa, glowing with pride. "Come here."

Angeline laid down her fork and joined him on his lap.

He stroked her cheek and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. "You, my dear, are a very good little girl."

"What did I do, Papa?" she asked in wonder, beaming under his praise.

"You have learned discipline and restraint, mon amorette, and that must be rewarded."

He picked up a piece of the roasted pheasant from his plate. "Open your mouth," he ordered huskily. Angeline obeyed. He placed the succulent meat on her tongue. She closed her lips over the tips of his fingers, relishing the savory, salty burst of flavor as much as the feel of him touching her mouth.

He watched the deep pools of her midnight blue eyes darken with desire as he slowly fed her tasty morsels from his own plate. Dipping his finger into the brandy cherry sauce he traced her plump, lower lip watching it darken to a deep pink.

"Lick your lips."

Remembering the first time he commanded her to do so in Lady Shackelton's study and all the sensual adventures it had led to made Angeline blush. She could feel his shaft harden beneath her bottom and could not resist a naughty shimmy that made him groan.

Blackhurst rose and with a strong sweep of his arm, he sent the china, crystal and silver-plate crashing to the carpet. Grabbing Angeline by the waist, he lifted her onto the cool, polished wooden surface of the dining table. Just as he was pushing her short, ruffled skirts up above her waist to expose her shaved cunny, two footmen came running into the room, alarmed by the sound of the breaking china.

"Get out," growled Blackhurst. The urgency behind his words and the novelty of her not being the one in trouble made Angeline giggle. The footman scurried out.

"Time for me to lick your lips," he breathed against her cunny before running his tongue along her seam. He pushed his tongue between her lips a second time, tasting the sweet essence of her arousal.

Angeline moaned as she lifted her hips, reaching to grab the thick waves of his hair for purchase.

Swirling his tongue around her clit, he placed two fingers at her tight entrance with the pad of his thumb caressing her rosebud. "Does my baby want it rough and painful or gentle and easy?" he asked teasingly seductive.

"Oh, Papa, make it hurt," she whimpered.