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By the time she realized the stairs were blocked by a rather rough looking man in an apron it was much too late to halt her descent. And so it was that Alice found herself pressed up against a carpenter wearing homespun patched woolen trousers and a shirt beneath a dirty white apron and a box-shaped cap, beneath which peeked out unkempt ginger hair. As if there was any doubt about his profession by his uniform, a thick leather belt hung from his slender hips, upon which every manner of carpentry tool imaginable hung.?My sincerest apologies!? Alice managed as he grabbed her, his intentions yet unclear. Did he simply wish to prevent her from falling or had he something less chivalrous in mind?*?Oy! What do we have ?ere? Why, 'tis a young lassie. A comely one, too,? he exclaimed, his voice as rough as his appearance, grasping her upper arms and taking a step back so that he could get a better look. And, indeed, as Alice feared, his gaze was drawn to her and his crooked smile was full of lust as he eyed her perky breasts.*?Begging your pardon, but you?re hurting me,? Alice announced with a wince, for indeed, his grip on her arms was quite rough as well, squeezing her painfully.*?Quite comely,? rasped a second voice, drawing her attention over the carpenter?s shoulder. A man, short and round and sporting a bristly mustache that hid the lower half of his face stood, his arms folded across his chest. Similarly dressed, he eyed her hungrily, his eyes twinkling thoughtfully. ?I imagine she would be quite tasty, Rufus.?*?I beg your pardon,? Alice exclaimed, stamping her bare foot softly on the stairs.*?Quite tasty indeed, Walter,? the ginger-haired carpenter answered, ignoring Alice?s mild outburst. "Her little twat basted in butter and stuffed full of oysters-? ?And vinegar and-?*?A ?int of pepper-?*?Just izmit escort (https://stpribor.com/) a hint, mind you,? the mustachioed man murmured, letting out a hungry moan.*?Delectable.?*?Delicious.?*?Delightful.?*?Di vine.?*?Decadent. Why, the very thought is making me ?ard.?*Alice couldn?t stop herself from having to take a peek. Indeed, there was a tenting of his apron signifying that, not only was he quite hard, but that the size of his manhood was quite impressive.*?I suppose I should be frightened at the prospect of being ravished,? Alice thought. ?And yet, the prospect of having my cunny buttered and stuffed full of oysters leaves me quite the opposite. One might even say I am eager to experience such debauchery.?**And so it was settled, at least in her mind, that she would not attempt rhyme nor reason to save her from this predicament. Instead she would give herself over to the experience. Fluttering her lashes, she put on a demure smile whilst wetting her lips with the tip of her soft pink tongue.*?I suppose you should escort me to the kitchen.?*?The lass is right, Walter.?*?To the kitchen, Rufus. To the kitchen.?*Alice, not knowing where the kitchen might be, was happy to let them guide her, one on either side, their rough hands wrapped around her arms in case she might change her mind and attempt to escape. For a few moments she recalled the book she had read earlier and her opinions on what it might be like to be led around on a leash. That would have made the journey through the house that much more depraved. Too shy to voice her thoughts, however, she kept them to herself, quite keenly aware of her choice in refusing to wear a shift or knickers under her dress and how her thighs were, by the time they finally arrived at the kitchen, were slathered with her arousal.*?Up you go, lass,? Rufus patted yahya kaptan escort (https://stpribor.com/escort/yahya-kaptan-escort) the large butcher?s block in the center of the kitchen as they both helped her up onto it, leaving her sitting upon the edge, her bare legs dangling. Walter, meanwhile, began searching the cupboards whilst singing under his breath.?The time has come, my sweet young lass, to butter up your twat. And stuff if full of oysters ? how many? Quite a lot! And just a hint of pepper and a splash of vinegar. The time has come, my sweet young lass, to butter up your twat.?In another lifetime the prospect of being stripped naked by these rough strangers would have horrified her. And yet Alice found herself terribly aroused at the thought of being taken advantage of. She watched as Rufus took a rather menacing looking knife from the wall, trembling with desire as he began to sharpen it nosily on a whetstone, knowing that she had clearly left that Alice behind. This Alice relished the thought of what was to come.**?The time has come, my sweet young lass, to do so many things. Cut off your dress and spread your legs and tie your hands with strings. With just a hint of pepper and a splash of vinegar. The time has come, my sweet young lass, to do so many things.?*Alice watched in concerned fascination as Rufus turned his attention to her, the butcher?s knife gripped in his thick, workman-like, fingers.*?Don?t move, girl. ?Ate to cut you. You have such pretty skin.?*She held perfectly still as he sliced the mundane pastel dress she?d found in the wardrobe upstairs from her, pulling it off and casting it aside, leaving her naked.*?Oi. You?re a real looker.?Blushing, she glanced down at his apron. If anything, the tenting in his apron had grown.*?The time has come, my sweet young lass, gebze escort (https://stpribor.com/escort/gebze-escort) to treat you like a whore. To make you squirm and make you scream and make you beg for more. With just a hint of pepper and a splash of vinegar. The time has come, my sweet young lass, to treat you like a whore.?*Her breath caught as Rufus ran the razor-sharp edge of the blade over her tits, scraping the tips of her nipples, her thighs slowly opening centimeter by centimeter with each kiss of cold steel.*?Oi. I think she likes this, Walter. Twat?s already nice and buttery.?*Embarrassingly enough, he wasn?t exactly exaggerating.?The time has come, my sweet young lass, to talk of things that bring great joys. Of nipple clamps and riding crops and other wicked toys. With just a hint of pepper and a splash of vinegar. The time has come my sweet young lass, to talk of things that bring great joys.? ******?Just relax, lassie.?*He held her upright as his partner in crime fished a large metal pan from the cupboard, placing it on the table behind her while Rufus secured her hands behind her back with rough twine from his work belt before lifting her up, and placing her in the pan. Then, the two of them proceeded to push her roughly down on her back, the flat of his palm upon perky breasts and hardened nipples, before forcing her to fold her knees up to her chest in order to fit. With the knife tucked into his belt between a crude looking claw hammer and a chisel, the carpenter looked her over, nodding in approval. **?Time to baste our little chickadee.?*Alice did her best to behave, unable to move much, tightly stuffed into a pan barely larger than she, aware that her cunny was on display. Helplessly, she watched as Walter began to melt a saucepan full of butter on top of the oven, humming the remainder of the song wordlessly while Rufus placed a large pot next to it, filling it with milk, cream, flour, and just a dash of tabasco sauce, stirring it slowly, humming along as Walter began to shell oysters and arrange them on a large silver platter.*?The time has come, my sweet young lass? oh, my. You look lovely.?