faintest idea he had just called her an overbearing harpy. The woman really did have to stop posturing about as if she knew French. She was fooling no one, thought Blackhurst as he ran into the entrance of the maze.
Angeline ran blindly along the double-sided evergreen hedge. Lady Shackelton had told the women this was not a puzzle maze, but a walking one, meaning the paths meandered in random fashion. Throughout the maze were hidden nooks and open space areas filled with small trees and flowering bushes. Many had large down-filled pillows and blankets on the grass, others fountains, others suggestive statuary and still others Bacchanal feasts of wine, chocolates and pastries.
Angeline had already passed one such area and was shocked to her core at what she saw. A couple was naked on a blanket and the man was forcing his…his member…into her mouth! Even more scandalous, there were several pairs of lord and ladies drinking wine and feeding each other grapes as they watched. Between the scantily clad women and the horns on the men's heads, it was if they truly were beasts in the woods, thought Angeline.
She ran even faster, determined to find a tiny space in the maze to hide from the primal orgies. Part of her wanted Blackhurst to find and rescue her from this folly, but another part of her worried about what punishment she would receive for disobeying his order to stay safe in her room. Finally, she stumbled upon an unoccupied nook. It was narrow, with just two small birch trees on either end. In between were several large, colorful pillows. Angeline stretched out onto the pillows and buried her head as the tears she'd been trying to hold back began to flow.
"Well, well, well." A voice came from above. "Looks like I caught the juiciest peach of all as my prize."
Angeline blinked up against the sun to see a portly gentlemen she did not recognize standing over her.
Steepling his fingers over his pale, hairy stomach, he ogled her prone form. "Take off your toga. I want you naked and on your knees. I shall enjoy your charms first before sharing you with my eager friends."
Angeline lay frozen in fear, unable to even scream in defense.
"I said remove that idiotic drape," snarled the man as he reached down to grab a handful of her soft curly hair. Angeline screamed and gasped at the sharp pain that shot through her scalp.
"Take your hands off her," growled Blackhurst.
It had taken him far too long to find her. He had searched the entire fucking maze, twice. He prayed to all that was holy that he would never have to see the pale, thrusting ass of a fellow ton member again for the rest of his life. Blackhurst had almost passed this nook, thinking once again he had stumbled upon yet another couple playing maiden and Minotaur.
"Come on Blackhurst," whined the portly lord. "You're not playing by the rules. I caught her. I get to keep her," he said, still keeping a painful grip on Angeline's hair.
Blackhurst moved so he was towering over the much shorter lord. He leaned in close and in a deceptively calm voice said, "I will rip you limb from limb and there isn't a man standing who will stop me."
The portly lord turned even paler and instantly dropped Angeline, stepping away.
"My apologies…my lord…I see you saw the lady first," he simpered as he stumbled away.
"Thank god you arrived! I was so scared!" cried Angeline.
"Silence!" roared Blackhurst.
Grabbing her under the chin, he ground out through clenched teeth, "You disobeyed me."
"Yes, but I didn't really know…" she pleaded.
"No. There are no excuses. I told you to stay in your room and you did not. It is that simple, Angeline. Now say it. Say you disobeyed me."
"I disobeyed you," she responded forlornly.
"I disobeyed you, Papa ," he amended.
She lifted slightly reluctant eyes to him but loath to anger him further, she relented. "I disobeyed you, Papa," she repeated.
"Disrobe."
The single command sent a shiver of anxiety and shock through Angeline. "Please,
Angeline ran blindly along the double-sided evergreen hedge. Lady Shackelton had told the women this was not a puzzle maze, but a walking one, meaning the paths meandered in random fashion. Throughout the maze were hidden nooks and open space areas filled with small trees and flowering bushes. Many had large down-filled pillows and blankets on the grass, others fountains, others suggestive statuary and still others Bacchanal feasts of wine, chocolates and pastries.
Angeline had already passed one such area and was shocked to her core at what she saw. A couple was naked on a blanket and the man was forcing his…his member…into her mouth! Even more scandalous, there were several pairs of lord and ladies drinking wine and feeding each other grapes as they watched. Between the scantily clad women and the horns on the men's heads, it was if they truly were beasts in the woods, thought Angeline.
She ran even faster, determined to find a tiny space in the maze to hide from the primal orgies. Part of her wanted Blackhurst to find and rescue her from this folly, but another part of her worried about what punishment she would receive for disobeying his order to stay safe in her room. Finally, she stumbled upon an unoccupied nook. It was narrow, with just two small birch trees on either end. In between were several large, colorful pillows. Angeline stretched out onto the pillows and buried her head as the tears she'd been trying to hold back began to flow.
"Well, well, well." A voice came from above. "Looks like I caught the juiciest peach of all as my prize."
Angeline blinked up against the sun to see a portly gentlemen she did not recognize standing over her.
Steepling his fingers over his pale, hairy stomach, he ogled her prone form. "Take off your toga. I want you naked and on your knees. I shall enjoy your charms first before sharing you with my eager friends."
Angeline lay frozen in fear, unable to even scream in defense.
"I said remove that idiotic drape," snarled the man as he reached down to grab a handful of her soft curly hair. Angeline screamed and gasped at the sharp pain that shot through her scalp.
"Take your hands off her," growled Blackhurst.
It had taken him far too long to find her. He had searched the entire fucking maze, twice. He prayed to all that was holy that he would never have to see the pale, thrusting ass of a fellow ton member again for the rest of his life. Blackhurst had almost passed this nook, thinking once again he had stumbled upon yet another couple playing maiden and Minotaur.
"Come on Blackhurst," whined the portly lord. "You're not playing by the rules. I caught her. I get to keep her," he said, still keeping a painful grip on Angeline's hair.
Blackhurst moved so he was towering over the much shorter lord. He leaned in close and in a deceptively calm voice said, "I will rip you limb from limb and there isn't a man standing who will stop me."
The portly lord turned even paler and instantly dropped Angeline, stepping away.
"My apologies…my lord…I see you saw the lady first," he simpered as he stumbled away.
"Thank god you arrived! I was so scared!" cried Angeline.
"Silence!" roared Blackhurst.
Grabbing her under the chin, he ground out through clenched teeth, "You disobeyed me."
"Yes, but I didn't really know…" she pleaded.
"No. There are no excuses. I told you to stay in your room and you did not. It is that simple, Angeline. Now say it. Say you disobeyed me."
"I disobeyed you," she responded forlornly.
"I disobeyed you, Papa ," he amended.
She lifted slightly reluctant eyes to him but loath to anger him further, she relented. "I disobeyed you, Papa," she repeated.
"Disrobe."
The single command sent a shiver of anxiety and shock through Angeline. "Please,
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