Wages of Sin

Wages of Sin
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ISBN:  9781907976650
Author:  Kate Benedict
Word Count:  68,505
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Arena of ShameArena of Shame
Punishment ExercisePunishment Exercise
Puritan PassionsPuritan Passions
Sinful SeductionSinful Seduction

She squealed in pain as a cruel hand caught her upper arm and dragged her back. He whirled her round, his face, swollen with rage, scant inches from hers, his breath hot against her cheek. Blood trickled down from the wound above his eye. 'You little bitch,' he snarled, slapping her with his open palm.
   Her head spun, but she still managed to raise her other hand to claw at his cheek. He grinned as he caught it, forcing it behind her back to join its twin. He had both wrists trapped in his left hand now and she writhed against him in a futile effort to break free. He twisted viciously and she arched her back, trying to escape the pain in her shoulders.
   'Nice... very nice,' he said, grinning as the movement thrust her heaving breasts against him. He tugged at the neck of her thin shift so that it tore away, revealing the soft rosy-tipped mounds quivering beneath. He took a ragged breath, his mouth becoming slack with lust. Even beneath the codpiece she could feel him swelling and cold fear ran through her...

After sacrificing her virginity to escape a loveless marriage, young Lady Jane Montague is sent to a convent to hide her family's shame - only to discover that the cloisters conceal a hotbed of vice and perversion behind a mask of sanctity. Will she find freedom - or has her ordeal only just begun...?

He raised his head and grinned into her eyes. 'Well, slut. Are you satisfied?'
   She gathered the bitter saliva in her mouth and spat straight in his face.
   He jerked away from her, spittle running down his cheek. 'You little bitch,' he hissed, raising his hand. 'You'll pay for that.'
   She cringed to avoid the blow, then froze. What was that? A slow smile crossed her face as she recognised the sound of hooves clattering in the courtyard below. Rescue at last!
   'I believe we have visitors, sir,' she said, laughing triumphantly up at him. Her expression became bitter. 'And even your poor reputation would suffer, were you to be discovered forcing yourself upon your stepdaughter.'
   With a snarl he flung himself away from the bed, frantically pulling up his hose. 'I'll be back,' he muttered over his shoulder as he hurried from the room, still tying his points and tugging down his doublet.
   She stretched her tortured limbs, trying to ease her bindings. He might be back, but with someone else in the house he would have no option but to set her free. She grimaced, feeling his cold dribblings on her thighs. And once she was free, he would pay for his wicked violation.
   The minutes lengthened and anxiety began to set in again. What was taking him so long? He should have been back by this time. Her hands and feet were beginning to lose all sensation, becoming heavy and lifeless. Where was he?
   She sighed with relief as she heard the sound of footsteps coming along the gallery towards her room. At last!
   But her relief turned to dismay as she saw him lounging against the door, an expression of satisfaction on his face. Her mouth went dry with fear as he smiled at her maliciously.
   'Are you ready to receive guests, my dear?' he purred, raising one eyebrow in a quizzical expression. 'We have a visitor.'
   With difficulty she lifted her head and stared past him, then let it fall back with a hopeless moan as she saw the figure standing behind him. Sir Harry, Ralph's father! The man she had scorned to take as her husband. As he took in her naked body, spreadeagled across the bed, his beady eyes almost popped out of his head. Then a slow, lascivious smile crossed his lips. As a potential wife he would have had to treat her with the respect befitting her position - at least until they were married. Now, a proven slut, she was fair game.
   'Come now, mistress,' chided her stepfather mockingly. 'You are remiss in your duties. You must entertain your guest. A glass of wine and a little refreshment, perhaps? Or a tune upon the lute, to lighten the weary hour?' He strode across the room and leered down at her. 'Or perhaps we could find another way to amuse our visitor and pass the time?'
   He bent over and took her breasts in his hands, squeezing and kneading as if he was judging fruit. 'A pert whore,' he said conversationally to Sir Harry. He trailed a hand over her shrinking flesh until he reached her open vulva and thrust his fingers rudely inside her, then held them up, glistening. 'And a juicy one, too. Would you care to sample her wares?'
   Sir Harry nodded eagerly, already fumbling at his clothing. Divested of his doublet and hose, he was not a pretty sight. His chest was scrawny, apart from a pair of hairy tits bigger than her own, and his belly curved out like that of a woman eight months gone with child. Beneath it his male member dangled flaccidly against his balls. The whole sorry edifice was supported by a pair of skinny legs that would have done credit to a chicken. Jane was unable to prevent herself from giggling hysterically. It was a mistake.
   'So you find me amusing, do you, madam?' he snarled, his lips white with temper. 'First you refuse me as a husband and now you have the temerity to laugh at me. Perhaps you need a lesson in manners.' He turned to her stepfather, his face vicious. 'Untie the wench so that I may teach her.'
   Hands fumbled with the knots at her wrists and ankles and she gasped as the blood rushed back. Ignoring it, she grasped the coverlet and tried to conceal herself, wriggling to the far corner of the bed as far away as possible from her tormentors.
  It was useless. Sir Harry leaned over and wrenched her back. He was stronger than she expected and, despite her frantic struggles, he pulled her over his knee and held her in a grip of iron. Beneath her writhing body she felt the first stirrings in his member and froze, frightened to move in case she roused him more. He raised a hand and brought it down with a crack that made her gasp. The smooth skin, already flushed from her previous beating, turned scarlet immediately and she writhed again.
  'Not so saucy now, wench, eh?' Sir Harry panted, his hand rising and falling, each blow making her squirm with pain. She moaned, tears staining her cheeks as she felt his cock, rigid now, pressing into the soft flesh of her belly. Would this torture never end? She closed her eyes against the picture of her stepfather, lounging comfortably on the window-seat, avidly watching her humiliation.
   At last Sir Harry flung her from him. She whimpered as he stood over her, legs spread, his straining prick peeking out from beneath the mound of his belly. 'And now, madam, unless you wish to feel the weight of my palm again, you will pleasure me, like the whore you are.'
   In front of her horrified eyes, he stretched himself out on her bed and pointed to his rampant cock, jutting upwards from the folds of flesh at the base of his belly. It was the same angry red as the wattles of the cockerel that strutted round the courtyard, but this time she felt no desire to laugh.
   'Well, girl?' he leered, indicating it with a wave of his hand. 'To your work. Put those sweet cherry lips of yours to better use than insulting your betters.'
   She staggered to her feet and stared at him blankly. What was she supposed to do?
   'Get on with it,' he snarled impatiently. 'Suck it, wench! Suck it!'
   She recoiled in disgust, shaking her head in denial, but a hard push from behind propelled her forward and she fell on her knees on the bed, her face coming into contact with Sir Harry's sweaty belly. With a groan of satisfaction he grabbed her hair and thrust her face into his groin, the swollen head of his prick pushing against her tightly closed lips. He grunted impatiently and gave a warning jerk that almost pulled the hair from her scalp. Reluctantly, she opened her lips.
   With a moan he raised his hips and his cock slid into the soft warmth of her mouth. She gagged as the thick rank flesh filled it, the bulbous head touching the back of her throat. Guided by his hand tugging her hair, she began to bob her head up and down, sliding her mouth the length of his swollen shaft and running her tongue round the rim, while his free hand toyed with her breasts, rolling each of her nipples in turn between his thumb and forefinger.
   A movement behind her made her freeze, and a wave of sick horror washed over her.
   Her stepfather, excited beyond endurance by the sight of her sucking Sir Harry's cock, was ready again. She heard his heavy breathing and felt his hands pawing at her bottom and between her thighs. She struggled to break free, but Sir Harry pulled her back down, grunting as his member moved faster between her lips.
   The hot weight of her stepfather's prick pressed against the soft crease of her bottom and she flinched as it slid down until it was nudging against the tight pucker of her anus. Her eyes widened in terrified disbelief as she grasped his intention. She tried to resist, unable to believe he wished to take her there. Pain jabbed through her as he pushed harder, the tip of his penis beginning inexorably to penetrate her most dark and secret place...
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Another great Kate Benedict book
Thursday, 17 February 2011  | 

After I read Sinful Seduction, I was hooked on Kate Benedict. Wages of Sin is another amazingly polished piece of erotic fiction. You can't put it down until you've reached the end, and then it will haunt you. Ms. Benedict's characters are so rich and vivid and her writing is so strong, I can see why her books are so popular.


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wages of sin
Thursday, 13 January 2011  | 

i have read many of kate benedict books so far i have enjoyed every one of them. i put wages of sin at the top. really enjoyed it and have reread it a few times.


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This is a gem of an erotic book
Tuesday, 12 January 2010  | 

Scenes of depravity set against a historical background make this book a compulsive read.


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