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  Jane overheard her comments. “We can’t dance any worse than them.” She pointed over to a group of dancing women on a stage. “They are three sheets to the wind.”

  Sue recognised Lord Byron by the stage. “Is that the famous poet Lord Byron?”

  Mary nudged her arm. “Keep away from him, he’s a very rich and powerful man who can do what he wants.”

  “Rich did you say.” Sue glanced over at Jane. “Now that’s exciting.”

  “Exciting means dangerous,” Jane replied.

  Mary looked around the club the wine was flowing and the behaviour was getting more decadent. People were drinking and eating to excess and everyone seemed to be dancing provocatively with each other, men with men and women with women.

  She had a strange feeling that the night wasn’t going to go as planned. There were more men than women and everyone seemed to be behaving as loud and outrageous as the next person.

  “Listen girls.” Mary leaned towards the twins. “Whatever happens Molly told us to stay together.”

  “Why? Are you some kind of Chaperone?” Sue said sarcastically.

  “No I suppose Molly is.”

  “We can do whatever we want,” Jane chirped in. “She’s not here to chastise us.”

  “I’ll tell Molly that,” Mary snapped. “And much more, if you want to stay as street walkers.”

  Sue didn’t want to go back to their old life. “She’s right Jane, we must stick together.” She looked over to the main door. “Didn’t you notice the Duke lock the door behind us as we came in?”

  “Why would he do that?” Jane remarked.

  “It’s an exclusive club for the wealthy,” Mary said. “They want to keep out undesirable people.”

  A strange couple dressed as hermits passed the table. “I think they’re already here,” quipped Sue.

  Andrew returned with a tray filled with glasses of wine.

  “What happened to the Gin?” Jane protested.

  ‘They don’t serve it here.” Andrew put the tray on the table. “Our tastes our a little more refined than..”

  “Common folk like us,” Sue replied.

  Andrew ignored her remark and took a glass of wine in his hand. “Take a drink girls and follow me.” The Duke held out both of his arms for the girls to hold onto.

  “Where are we going?” Mary said walking beside the trio.

  “Do not vex yourself.” The Duke glanced over to her. “I want to show you around the club.”

  “Show off the nubile young twins I assume.”

  “What’s wrong with that?” Jane said, smiling at all the Duke’s friends as they passed by.

  Sue glared at Mary. “We’re here to entertain Lord Byron’s friends aren’t we?”

  “You’re here to dance for them,” Mary whispered. “Not anything else.”

  “We’ll see,” Sue said, as she drew admiring glances from a couple of rakes smoking opium.

  As the girls walked around the series of caves that inhabited the club they gasped in amazement at some of the bizarre scenes.

  In one cave a naked couple were making love quite openly. In another cave a young harlot was whipping a naked man tied up in chains.

  Mary began to regret coming to the hell fire club. She had heard of many young girls attacked against their will or murdered as part of a game. The more outrageous the wager the more money they baying Dukes would make.

  Andrew eventually found them a more prominent table in the club. It had a good view of the stage and a good view of the twins on offer. The duke brought them more wine as they watched various acts on the stage.

  Mary was shocked to see men and women engage in more acts of debauchery. The more bizarre the sexual acts the more jeers they received from a group of young bucks swearing and drinking to excess.

  The twins were also getting drunk. It was not long before they were spotted by two young rakes wanting to engage in their own previse sexual acts. The girls were willingly led away by them to a dark cave at the back of the club.

  Mary left them to it, she had tried to warn them, but to no avail. They would have to find there own way in the world.

  Mary knocked back another glass of wine. She began to feel sick and hazy. She couldn’t understand why she felt so sick after two classes of wine.

  A scoundrel called Henry sat next to her and began to fondle her breasts. Mary tried to push him away but she felt dizzy. She took off her eye mask and saw specs of white powder in her wine. Had her drink been spiked?

  Mary began to panic. She tried to push Henry away but his hands were everywhere. When he realised he wasn’t getting what he wanted he began to rip her dress. “Stop it. Leave me alone you rake.”

  “No I won’t.” He tried to push her on the floor. “I’ve paid for this.”

  “Not here,” Mary protested. “In front of everyone.”

  “That’s what we’re here for,” Henry laughed pulling her gown up. “I get turned on when people are watching.” A motley crew of rakes and scoundrels clad behind concealed eye masks gathered around to watch.

  “Don’t be so sick,” Mary said. “I’ve been booked to dance for you that’s all.”

  “You didn’t really believe that did you?” He grabbed her bodice and ripped it open. “Come on, let’s see your jugs.” As her wobbling breasts fell out the young men jeered him on. “That’s more like it.”

  Mary slapped him across the face. Harry fell back in his chair stunned by shock of the slap. Mary shot off her chair and ran towards the main door, but some of the young bucks ran after her.

  She desperately pulled at the handle of the door to get out, but it was still locked. One of the bucks pinned her against the door and clutched her exposed breasts. The more she pushed him away the more excited he became.

  “Go away,” Mary cried, as tears fell down her face. “I don’t want this.”

  “Come on you little whore, everyone’s doing it.” He pulled up her dress and ran his hand up her legs. “Let me dip my wick.”

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  “Leave her alone.” A tall dark gentleman with a bejewelled eye mask charged forward and pulled the man away. “You heard her, she said no.”

  “Get off she’s mine.” The buck pushed him off. “I’ve paid for her tonight.”

  “Go and pay for another harlot.” The tall man pushed a few guineas in his hand. He clasped the money and stumbled away in a haze of smoke.

  The tall gentleman turned to Mary as she covered up her breasts and pulled down her gown. “Are you alright?”

  “Robert?” Mary recognised his voice. “Is that you?”

  “How do you know me?” A glimmer of recognition crossed his face. “Mary?”

  Robert’s old friend Charles stepped forward. “You know each other?” A broad smirk spread across his face. “Is this the girl that’s stolen your heart?”

  Robert looked away embarrassed by his comment.

  “Who is she?” A group of men stepped forward with curious stares. “..A famous beauty?”

  “A famous actress,” he mocked to a chorus of cheers.

  “Come on darling,” a rake called out. “Dance for your supper.”

  The young men encircled her with more taunts.

  “Robert help me,” Mary shouted above the lewd laughter.

  “I thought you were someone else.” Robert began to back away from her. “I don’t know you.”

  “Robert, you do know me,” Mary pulled him back by his arm. “You must get me out of here.”

  Charles pushed past him and touched Mary’s face. “Is she the girl that you locked up in the cottage?”

  Robert glared at Charles. “What are you talking about?” His shady encounter as a highwayman with William was supposed to be secret.

  Charles turned around to his friends slightly drunk. “Did you know that Robert asked for a high ransom for her rescue,” he spoke with a slurred tongue.

  “Unfortunately, the said Lord wasn’t interested in the return of his mistres
s.” He began to laugh hysterically. “It turned out she wasn’t an actress, but a common little whore from the back streets of Drury Lane.”

  Charles’ friends began to laugh and taunt Robert. “Don’t listen to Harry. It’s all lies,” Robert protested. “Look at him, he’s ape drunk.”

  Mary began to fear for her life, if information about the robbery got out they could both be hung. “He’s right.” She turned away from Robert. “I’ve never seen this man before in my life.” She looked over at Charles. “You must have the wrong mistress.”

  Charles didn’t like to be upstaged by a harlot. “I assure you,” he sneered into her face. “I speak the truth.” He turned back to his friends. “Robert fell for her. He thought she was a famous actress.”

  The mob swayed towards her. “Robert’s little whore.” They began to humiliate her again.

  "I don’t know her,” Robert shouted before he disappeared back into the club.

  The mob went over to the banquet table and began to eat to excess. It was not long before a fight broke out. The men got into a food fight. They threw jelly in their rivals faces and tore apart the two tier cake.

  Mary began to cry, they were behaving like animals. She didn't think she would get out alive.

  "Take no notice of them," Charles laughed. "We always have a food fight at Christmas."

  "Barbarians!" Mary shouted over to them. "What an obscene thing to do, with so many starving people on the streets."

  Charles slapped her across the face. "How dare you cast judgement on my class," he seethed. "I don't pay you for you're opinions. Your here to entertain me."

  Mary clutched her cheek in shock as he pulled her over to the centre of the room. "Go and dance suggestively with the other whores.”

  Robert stood in a corner nursing a drink in his hand. He felt angry with himself for not coming to Mary’s aid. But he sensed his friends were watching his every move.

  "If you don't want to dance with them." Charles pulled her into his arms. “Dance with me.”

  Tears fell from Mary’s eyes as he caressed her curves with his hands. She felt dead inside; she wasn’t a person anymore just an object. But the thing that hurt her more was Robert deserting her in her hour of need.

  Robert tried to control his anger as he watched Charles roughly fondle her body. He pulled her to one side of the room and pinned her against the wall. Charles plunged his bulging groin through the folds of her gown. Mary gasped with the weight of his shaft.

  Robert couldn’t bear to watch anymore. “Get off her, you’ve gone too far.” He pulled him away from Mary, but he pushed him back.

  “Find your own harlot,” Charles slurred. “She’s my pound of flesh not yours.”

  “Don’t be so disgusting,” Robert replied. “She’s a woman who deserves respect.”

  “Respect?” He stumbled back drunk. “For being a back street whore.”

  The main door suddenly swung open. A group of young harlots came laughing into the club. The lewd bunch of women were greeted with a loud cheer by the men.

  As they rushed forward to claim a girl, Robert took Mary by the hand and raced up the stairs out through the doors. It was so refreshing to feel fresh air waft over their faces.

  “Your safe now. I’ll protect you,” Robert wrapped her in his arms. “No man will ever hurt you again.”

  Mary put a finger on his lips. “Including you?”

  “Especially me.” He bend down and tenderly kissed her on the lips. Mary responded with a passionate kiss in return. It was so wonderful to love and be loved in return. She savoured every moment of his sweet embrace.

  More snow flakes fell from the sky. Robert gently released Mary from his arms. “Come back to my bedroom in the estate.”

  “Are we allowed?”

  “Only if you want to.” He placed her hand around his arm. “You’re with me now.”

  As your mistress, Mary mused. Well it’s a step up from being a courtesan, she thought. But what happens when he gets married to Lady Emily Mountford? Would a young, rich heiress tolerate a mistress?

  As they walked along a glistening snow bound path towards the large Mansion, the question would not leave her mind.

  “I hope you don’t mind me asking,” she politely asked. “When are you getting married to Lady Emily Mountford?”

  “Lady Emily?” A solemn expression crossed his face. “The betrothal is off.”

  Mary came to a stop. “You’re not getting married.” She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at the news.

  “She had a brief liaison with Lord Byron a few months ago.”

  “The poet.”

  “You may see him in an admirable light, but most don’t.”

  “I must admit I was quite shock by the decadent behaviour I seen tonight.”

  “He does that all the time. Women swoon at his poetry, then there in his bed.”

  “And that’s what happened to Lady Emily?” She could not help but chuckle to herself. “You really must challenge him to a dual.”

  “Quite the contrary. I slapped him on the back with gratitude,” he smirked. “Then I took great delight in telling my mother of her fall from grace.”

  “She should be a mistress like me.”

  Robert came to a stop on the footpath. “I don’t see you as a mistress, your more than that.” He took hold of her hands. “You’re a very special lady.”

  Mary was overcome with emotion. “Oh Robert promise you’ll never leave me again.”

  “Never.” As the snow fell more heavily he swept her into his arms and carried her to the Mansion. She felt so loved and secure in his arms she fell asleep.

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  Mary woke up an hour later in the arms of the Duke. They were lying naked in a comfortable four-poster. She spread her hand across the well-toned muscles of his chest and gasped with delight as she looked down at his long, thick shaft.

  She lifted her head and gazed at the numerous candles around the plush bedroom. She slowly sat up and noticed a roaring log fire crackle in the corner of the room. She gazed through the large window draped with silk curtains.

  It was heavily snowing outside but still dark.

  She looked back at Robert softly sleeping and wondered how they ended up in bed naked. Her torn gown had been carefully draped over a chair, along with her torn chemise.

  “Am I dreaming,” she said to herself. “The Duke must have carried me in to the guest bedroom.”

  Robert woke up on the sound of her voice. “Hello beautiful woman.”

  He sat up next to her. ”I have a confession to make.”

  “A confession?” Mary smiled.

  “I left you in the wonderful care of two maids. They quietly undressed you and put you to bed.”

  Mary vaguely remembered two young girls attending to her. “I must have been out of my head with my drink being spiked.” Mary thought for a moment. “What is the confession?”

  “I told one of the maids that I would sleep in a chair outside the room. In case a wondering rake gave you an unexpected call in the middle of the night.”

  “You certainly are a gentleman.”

  “Not quite,” he smirked. “When the maids left I came into the bedroom and watched you quietly sleeping.” A boyish smile crossed his face. “You looked so lovely I took off my clothes and had to hug you.”

  “Naked?”

  He gave a mischievous smile that melted her heart. “You slept like a baby.” He took hold of her hand. “I’m sorry, will you forgive me?”

  Mary looked deep into his eyes. “I would forgive you anything.”

  He drew back a hair from her face. “You get more beautiful each time I see you.”

  “Robert you flatter me.”

  “Not enough.” He held her gaze a little longer.

  Mary gazed into his eyes with tears. “Do you really love me that much?”

  “Let me show you how much I love you.” He took hold of her face and tenderly kissed her lips. They engaged in
a passionate kiss that sent a tingle down her spine. It was so wonderful to feel his strong arms around her.

  He gently laid her back on the bed and kissed her breasts. Mary groaned with desire as he suckled her erect nipples. He carried on kissing her further down her body. She gasped in delight as he explored parts of her body that had never known such erotic sensations.

  Mary rolled on top of him and engaged in a hot French kiss. As he panted with desire he put his hands around her bottom and pulled her forward. Her large breasts fell into his wet sensuous mouth.

  Robert’s shaft was bulging with desire, he could not hold back any longer. He gently lifted Mary on top of his large shaft. As she slipped her knees down the side of his body - she gasped with desire at the erotic sensations deep within her sex.

  They came together in deep rhythmic thrusts. Hot tingles of desire left them gasping for more. The more he thrust deep inside her, the more she cried out in erotic waves of pleasure.

  Robert took hold of her face and pushed his tongue between her lips. His French kiss probing her soft tongue set her pulse racing. As they rolled over he gently pulled out of her body.

  Mary gave a groan of pleasure as she stretched out her naked body against the bed. Robert kissed her face and slowly massaged her wet sex. She gasped with more groans as she experienced new sensations she had never felt before.

  His manhood bulged with desire the more she cried out in pleasure. Mary pushed his hand away and pulled his face towards her lips. As they engaged in a passionate kiss he thrust his large thick shaft deep into her wet.

  Mary gasped with delight as waves of erotic tingles shot through her body. She had never known such pleasure as his slow thrusts brought more tingling sensations. When his seed exploded inside her waves of pleasure trickled deep inside her.