AUTHOR = Pagan
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Morning came and Mrs. Dorking was in her usual happy state. She smiled at me as I thanked her for her care and attention last evening. She said it was no bother and carried on. I was about to ask her about the words I thought I had heard when Danvers arrived back. I saw him as he left the carriage to be put away. Rogers and Reith were in deep conversation and there was a lot of laughter and back slapping as he turned to enter the house.
He touched his hat as we met. I enquired after Mr. Highgate, and he told me all was well and that Mr. Highgate sent me his kindest regards. He was at pains to congratulate me on trying horse riding and promised he would make time to be there this afternoon. In fact, he said he wouldn't miss it for the world. I thought how kind. I had always been a little frightened of this huge ugly man and the way he looked at me, but maybe I'd been wrong all the time.
The house seemed to work very well. I didn't notice the time until Mrs. Dorking pointed out I should be readying myself for the ride. I ran to get changed and, bearing in mind what had happened yesterday, I dressed in loose bodice, a full buttoned blouse, the same torn bloomers, and a long loose skirt. Putting on the same sturdy boots I ran to the stables.
Rogers stood with Danvers and Reith was with the horse. It was a different one from yesterday and the saddle looked different too. Was I imagining it or was the nub longer and thicker, and the lacing on the leather stood very proud. I was about to ask when a small glass, full of liquid, was handed to me. Rogers smile beamed from behind his beard.
"This will settle the stomach. You know what happened yesterday. I should have thought of it then, but as you will be doing this afternoon without the aid of your hands then this should help."
I took the glass but protested that I never drank; liquor being the work of the devil. And what did he mean "without the aid of my hands"? He touched the glass to my lips.
"There, there, miss, it's medicinal to warm you. Now drink it down and I'll explain."
I sniffed it and it smelt very strong. As I took a sip Danvers pushed at the glass and the liquid filled my mouth. I swallowed it all and it felt like fire in my throat.
I coughed as Rogers said, "Yes, today you work the horse with your knees. You will ride with your hands behind you. There are two loops in the saddle to make sure you are secure and safe. Now, come on, times a wasting."
The ladders were brought to the horse. I felt a little dizzy as I straddled the saddle. Holding my skirt front and back I slipped on, feeling the pole fastened into me. I had never seen ladies riding attire and thought how ignorant I was in not knowing this is how ladies rode. Reith was quickly up.
"Put your hands behind and feel for the rope." I did and caught hold of the two ends. To my surprise, Reith fastened them around my wrists, tying them tight. Before I could ask, he said, "There, now you are safe and ready to became our prize pupil."
Vanity took my mind elsewhere as I thought, "Prize pupil, is that what they thought of me?" Well, I never, but I was taken aback by the sensation as the horse jerked forward and we left the stable. I coughed to cover the strange feeling in my stomach when Rogers looked up at me.
"Just grip the horse with your knees. Move your hips and knees right or left depending on which way you wish to go, and then open and close your knees rapidly when you wish to go faster. I will run with you first then Mr. Danvers will take over."
I looked to my side. Things were a little blurry but I was surprised to see Danvers on another horse riding just to my left. I thought he must be there for my safety. For some unknown reason I belched, then I giggled. I felt so light-headed. Then Rogers began to run and that same tingle, only tenfold more, rippled in my stomach.
He swung the horse to the right then back to the left, shouting at me to move my hips and knees. I tried and the sensation increased again. I bounced back and forth, up and down, and the ribbed edging on the leather nub rubbed inside me. Oh god, the feeling was becoming overwhelming. I felt wet. Was I going to relieve myself? What was the feeling that was engulfing me? I squealed for him to stop since I could do nothing with my hands tied. Suddenly, Danvers rode to the side and took the reigns from Rogers and we moved faster.
The horses were now trotting at a fast pace and the nub thing was moving. The more I tried to keep to the rhythm of the horse the more the ribbing rubbed inside. I felt strange. The medicine had my head spinning and the sensation inside me was overpowering me. I knew it should stop but for some uncontrollable urgency I didn't want it to. It just seemed to be getting to me as I couldn't help but squeal like a silly schoolgirl.
I tried to focus on Danvers. I could see he was grinning back at me. He must have thought I was enjoying it as he turned towards the long way back over the rough track that led to the house. The bridle path was very uneven and suddenly the horse was taking shorter strides. I bounced up and down very fast and needed my hands to relieve the pressure, but they would not pull free.
I would have fallen were I not tied. I swooned as the sensation took my breath away. The drink had me confused and I couldn't understand these feelings. As I bounced faster so I leaked a wet slippery juice over the saddle, and again the feelings washed over me. Not unpleasant but causing me to almost faint. I couldn't help it, long moans were emanating from my lips as my blurry eyes saw the entrance to the stable. I tried to focus on Rogers and Reith, both of them laughing as we entered.
Quickly, Reith was up the ladder. I could hardly speak my thanks as I felt his hands on my wrists. He tugged at the rope but my wrists...
I was confused. It was strange as he lifted me up and off the pole that my hands were still tied together. I was in too much of a state to protest as he handed me down to the smiling Rodgers. I wanted to tell him my hands weren't free but he ignored my mumblings.
I felt more hands lifting me and it was as though I was flying. My body tingled, I was almost delirious. I blinked open my eyes to see a large mattress nestled in one of the stalls, and in this weird state I felt as though I was flying towards it. With all the hands I could feel I seemed to drift onto the mattress. I looked through blurred eyes at three shapes. As my body convulsed into another spasm they seemed to descend on me.
A muffled voice said, "Right, we've waited long enough to have this one. Let's have some fun, get her clothes off."
I felt fingers on my blouse, then on my skirt. Buttons were being pulled from the holes, and my blouse and bodice were roughly pulled down my arms. In my bemused state I tried to move but my hands were still tied. I felt my skirt slide away from my bloomers. The hole in my bloomers suddenly tore and fingers pushed at my hole. First one went then two, in and out, in and out. The feeling was overpowering me. Mouths sucked at my nipples and I wanted to scream but my voice straggled in my throat. The feeling was incredible, like shocks piercing every fibre of being.
My hips jumped and I groaned as a deep male voice triumphantly said, "Got you, little miss perfect. Got you, and what you've got will be used for a long time to come."
Another voice joined in, "You gonna fuck her first? If so I'll take seconds."
Another voice said, "And I'll take her cute little arsehole, but only after she's had a taste of this down the back of her throat first."
The first voice spoke again, "Come on, work on her. Let's get her so she can't say no. We need her willing, at least to start with. Later she will just have to take what we give her."
Amongst the male laughter I tried to comprehend what it meant but soon delirium took over me again. Hands pulled my legs wide and the thrusting fingers were joined by something else, that same sensation as the day before. Something wet and smooth now licked at the top of my hole. The little nub at the front of my pink slit was being sucked and tickled and my hips bucked upward, not once but over and over again. The feelings forced me. My body had a will of its own and I couldn't help it.
The sucking of my nipples caused them to swell and the feeling of tongues lapping at them made them tingle, they were so sensitive. My whole body jumped and convulsed to this relentless assault. I tried to protest but mouths covered mine and tongues snaked between my own panting lips. I could taste male saliva mixing with mine as the intruder's lips sucked at my tongue.
Fingers and tongues mercilessly pulled and sucked at my hard thick nipples. The more my breasts were squeezed the more my nipples seemed to respond, and all the time a mouth and fingers worked between my legs exciting my inner body. My inner being was lost in this newfound emotion when, without warning, my eyes opened wide to see Danvers prone across me. His knees pushed between mine and something large and hard was pushing up into me. His meat thing was trying to get into me, and I felt it succeeding. I groaned a weak no, but all he did was sneer in my face.
"My fingers and tongue have made you too wet to say no. I'm in and it won't be the last time I seed this tunnel. Now take it, take it all."
Suddenly, my body felt filled. Whatever it was, it felt huge as it rammed up into me. Then it slid back, then up again. To my horror I felt a new sensation, overpowering all the others. My lower body shook as this huge length of meat continued to drive itself deeper and deeper in me, touching every nerve end until I screamed uncontrollably into the ugly grinning face.
He started to move faster, pumping in and out. Then he moved his knees outside of mine drawing them up, allowing a hand to get between us. I felt fingers rubbing furiously over the nub on my slit as his fat meat pummelled into me, and yet still fingers pulled and rolled on my nipples. My body betrayed me as I bucked and writhed under this relentless assault. My legs flailed under this huge man, moans and groans filled my ears only for me to realize that it was my voice I could hear.
I shuddered once. Something inside me almost made me pass out. It subsided but he didn't and no sooner had this happened than I felt my body jump again. His thrusting became faster and faster, like a continual hammer pounding me. To my humiliation I couldn't help it, it was exciting me until I felt the meat swell. He groaned and a hot explosion of something wet filled my inners. He slowed and stopped, but my head spun. I was breathing as though it was my last.
Suddenly he was gone and Rogers was in front of me. "Over on your hands and knees, my beauty. Time for a little doggy rutting and I'm sure Mr. Reith has a plan to make use of your pretty mouth."
In my weakened state I was no match for such brutish strength and I soon found myself flipped over. Excited hands untied mine and a strong arm slid under me, dragging me up on my knees. My head swayed and, staring at the mattress, I tried to comprehend why hands should want to fondle my buttocks. I squealed as a hand slapped my inner thighs and as I tried to open my legs quickly my head looked up. Reith was knelt in front of me, his meat pointing long and hard at my face.
For a moment I looked into his grinning face before I felt his hand on the back of my head and I knew what he was going to make me do. The times with my cousins and that sailor had come back to haunt me. My head was dragged down and the foul bulbous head jabbed into my face. He had the thing clutched in his hand and slapped my face with it. I tried to avoid this disgusting act when something hard started to push into my water hole again. Without warning, it rammed into me. The shock made me cry out but the noise was quickly silenced as my mouth was plugged full, Reith's thick, hard meat jabbed at the back of my throat.
I couldn't speak around this fat meat. I concentrated on taking quick gasps of air to keep from fainting as both lengths started to pull out of me, only to shove in again. And, to my horror, the tingling sensation that had caused the incredible spasms inside me not moments before stirred once again.
As the meat in my hole thrust deeper and faster, new areas of my inside felt different; and the feelings were driving me to the edge of insanity. My mouth filled with salvia and I tried to swallow it, sucking franticly at the fat flesh filling my mouth and, to my horror, it only seemed to excite Reith.
Even in my delirium I heard him say, "Great little cock sucker, this one."
Words that my cousins had used to describe my aunt rang in my head. But still I couldn't stop this feeling inside. I heard myself moan as Rogers' thing pulled out then he rammed it back up my hole. Little grunting noises burst past the meat. All the words that had confused my latter years rang in my ear as the men commented on my hot cunt, their cocks fucking me, how I would be a good fuck toy, how I could easily be taught how to take it all in my mouth and swallow, how fucking me was going to be high on the agenda, and a new fear ran through my aching body as Rogers bellowed, "I felt her buttocks and her arsehole will be nice and tight."
My body shook towards another uncontrolled spasm as Danvers laughed, "Not after I've had a few hours up there."
All the questions in my head were unanswerable as Rogers grunted like a pig and more hot fluid filled my inside and, to my disgust, I too shook with an overwhelming spasm. My hips jumped and pushed back, forcing the hard end of the meat to touch the very centre of my body. I thought I was going to pass out, but the sudden taste of a sticky juice filled my mouth, followed by that foul salty taste of more wet liquid -- only too familiar from my past male experiences -- made me choke and swallow.
As Reith took it from my mouth and left me, so I collapsed on the mattress. I would have passed out were it not for a stinging slap on my bottom as Rogers pulled his meat from me.
"Anyone want some more?"
I strained to see as Danvers bent and grabbed my arm. "No, enough for a start. We will get her back to Dorking who can teach her how to clean herself out. Don't want her dying at child birth like the last one."
I must have looked a pitiful sight as I begged for an explanation, but there was no mercy. Danvers dragged me to my knees, Reith busied himself picking up my clothes, and Rogers saw to the horse. I blinked up and tears filled my eyes, but all I could see was this repulsive man grinning down at me, his long thick meat still hanging between his legs. His huge hand grabbed my hair and shook me.
"Okay, little miss I-want-to-be-lady-of-the-fucking-manor, lick my cock clean. Taste yourself while I acquaint you with your new duties."
I had no other option but to lick and suck the enormous meat thrust in my face. As my mouth closed over it, Danvers shook my head.
"Now listen, we know your little plan to become mistress of Highgate Hall, and we don't mind. But when his nibs finds out you ain't the little innocent he believed you were and that you been begging us to fuck you, you, my dear, will be out on your pretty little arse. Understand?"
I tried to protest, but with his meat in my mouth and the way he was holding me I could barely shake my head. His grin grew wider.
"Oh yes, it's our word against yours. Did you fight us? Did you hate it? Oh no, and we will stick together. If he throws you out where else have you to go?" He could see the defeated look on my face. "That's right, there's plenty like us in this world just dying to come across a little waif and stray like you out all alone, to keep working all day and fucking all night. So you just carry on doing your job and when the mood takes us we will take you. We did with the last mistress and you are far prettier than her but no exception."
He pulled his thing out and I went to speak but all he did was hold it and push it to my lips.
"See this? It's what your mouth is for, sucking not speaking. Now let's get you back to the house."
My torn bloomers dangled from my legs as I was half dragged and half carried back to the parlour. I looked at Dorking for help but all she did was laugh.
"Had a nice time, dearie? Did the boys give you a good seeing to? Had their fun, did they? They been dying to get their hands on you and I will too sooner rather than later." She took my arm and dragged me towards the sink. "Hope you are as good a cunt licker as the last one. Mind you, she needed a few disciplinary lessons with the riding crop before she got the fine art of tonguing just right. Maybe you will as well."
She took a flexible tube and handed it to me.
"Stand over that bucket and stick this end up your cunny."
With my three tormentors still grinning at me I was in total bewilderment but I did as ordered. Mrs. Dorking poured something from a bottle into the other end then held the end on the faucet. I felt the water fill me before pouring back into the bucket under me.
Reith laughed, "There, all your hard work flushed out. Looks like we will have to fill her again."
Rogers joined in, "And again and again."
They all laughed at my misery.
Dorking showed them the door, then returned to me. "You understand?" I slowly nodded. "Last mistress was the same. They would fuck her every time the master went out. We would have her on her bed as often as we liked, using her body for our pleasure. It's the same for you, so just do as you're told. It's a small price to pay to be looked after for the rest of your life. But make sure you come to me every time they've had their fun and I will clear you out. It's only when the master fucks you, you leave it in, and make sure he fucks you often. They will leave you alone when you're carrying his. They don't want the same to happen to you as did her." She held my jaw. "And I can always sit on your face whether you're with child or without."
My mind was in turmoil but, worst of all, my inside tingled again. I squirmed a little and she laughed.
"The cleaning lotion does funny things down there. Trust me, dearie, you'll begin to like it." Her laugh became a silly giggle. "You won't have a choice."
I wanted to scream at what they had made me do but all I could do was bite my bottom lip as a familiar spasm made me squeeze my thighs together. She tugged her end of the tube and it slid from me. That increased the sensation and I had to reach for a chair back to steady myself. A cough from the door made us both look. It was Rogers, his face beaming behind his big beard. She gripped my arm.
"Better take her to her room. I'll sort her clothes and bring them to her later."
Still naked, Rogers dragged me up the stairs to my room. I hoped he would just open the door and let me be, but this was not to be the day that anything I wished happened. He grinned as he threw me on my bed and I watched in horror as his pink tongue licked over his beard-framed lips.
"Got a little itch between those pretty legs, have we, sweetheart. Then let Rogers see to it for you. You can find out first hand why the ladies like old Rogers' beard."
I was still weak and he knew it. He climbed on the bed and I tried to move, but he grabbed each of my ankles and pulled them wide apart, exposing me to his lust crazed eyes. He dropped between my legs, his face pressed to my flesh, his eyes staring up into mine. I lay there helpless as he ran his beard-covered chin over what I now know they called my cunt.
The feeling jolted me as the smooth beard inflamed the lips of my cunt. The sensation returned and I pitifully yielded to the inevitable. I knew I would spasm again and Rogers would do what he liked to my now defenceless body.
Rogers made me spasm three times while he licked, sucked, and rubbed his beard between my thighs and over my dribbling cunt. He forced juice to run from me, using the slippery liquid to inflame me more. I couldn't help but listen to his muffled laughter when I squeezed my thighs, trapping his head onto my hole as my juice spurted into his face.
I lay there, an exhausted limp doll, as he took his clothes off, got on top of me and fucked me again. This time while his huge cock battered my sore inside he was slobbering his juice-covered mouth over mine, then onto my hard long nipples. It's to my humiliation that I let him do what he wanted to me without putting up any resistance.
I lay there as I heard him leave, his deranged laughter filling the house, a disgusting male laugh of which I have heard many times since.
Thus my fate was sealed. In the early weeks I came to realize what depth human beings would sink to in their quest for lust. Much I have endured.
To begin with, I couldn't face them that morning after. I could hear their laughter as they recounted the things they had put me through. I hid from them, quickly dressing and escaping to the garden. Far from the house I sought solace in the summer house. Time to think was my plan, but again how wrong could I be.
I had not been there but twenty minutes when my retreat was invaded by our local gardeners, the Sugget brothers. They stood between me and the door, grinning and gloating at finding me alone. Surely they knew nothing of yesterday, so, in my best superior voice, I challenged them to leave.
Their grins grew to a snorting laugh as the older said, "Aye, we be going after a while." I stood and went to move past them but I didn't get very far. The older one rasped in my ear, "You be going later too, after us have seen them long nipples we heard so much about."
The younger one tugged at my arm. "And after I done got a sniff at what you got between your legs. Rogers says it's a sight to behold and Dorking do say it taste like nutmeg and I like nutmeg."
I struggled but knew it would be futile. I firm slap across my face stunned me into silence. I stood there, a pitiful sight, while these horrid men fondled my body as they laughed in my face while removing all my clothes. All too soon I was naked, as were they.
The younger one had me pinned against the wall while kissing my face, neck and nipples. The older one was on his knees between my legs licking like a mad dog over and into me. In fear of my safety, I gave up any resistance and did all that they told me.
I cursed the way my body reacted, how it became aroused though I did not want this. The words of my father screamed in my head, "Never let a man touch you. Save your virginity until it's your husband." Yet here I was naked, straddled across a common workman, as I bounced up and down as his cock rammed into me while the other man stood in front, making me tickle his sack while he was feeding his long thick cock into my mouth, forcing me to suck its entire length or tickle the head with my tongue. What was to become of me?
After they had both fucked me they played with my body for at least half an hour, making me kiss them or stand open legged as they licked and slavered at my cunt before they suckled like babies on my long thick nipples. When they tired of that I was bent over and used for a second time, both of them fucking my cunt from behind before making me lick and suck their foul meat clean, then hard. And then, before I was allowed to stand, I again found myself with two more mouthfuls of their foul juice. They stood over me grinning as I was forced to slowly swallow each load, not daring to spill a drop.
I was crying as I found myself wandering back to the parlour, collapsing onto the floor explaining to Dorking what had happened and her laughing at my stupidity as she prepared the mixture.
She cleaned me out then pushed me back to my room. I was surprised by her kindness as she stripped me and lay me on the bed, but once again I was mistaken. She knew what the mixture would do to me and I soon found her between my legs licking me, arousing me. I tried, even though my body was convulsing to spasm after spasm under her expert touch, to think why she would want do this. Then she removed her clothes and straddled my head. I watched in horror as she lowered her cunt onto my mouth and forced me to do the same to her unclean hole while her fingers played with my slit. For an hour I ended up as nothing more than her dutiful plaything, forced to lick and push my tongue up her foul tasting hole until she screamed obscenities at me as she spurt her juice into my open mouth.
It was then I decided to run away. I sneaked out in the early hours and made off across the field. I was mortified to find my way blocked by a wide river. I would have to walk miles to find the bridge. It could only have been an hour when I heard the sound of hounds and a hunter's horn relaying to others that they had picked up my scent, Soon I was running for my life as the hounds closed in.
To their amusement they tied my hands together in front of me and pulled me behind Danvers' horse. Like a tethered animal being led to the slaughter, I was forced to march behind, dogs yapping at my feet, men grinning from their horses, voices recounting the various ways they wanted to fuck me as I was humiliated all the way back until we entered the barn. Fear clenched at my stomach as Danvers threw his crop to Todd.
"Boy, show her the error of her ways."
As the men left, Todd threw the rope over a beam and hauled me up onto my toes. He tied it off before walking around to me. Grinning into my tear covered face, he sarcastically tapped my nose.
"Been a naughty girl, have we? Well, we will soon spank those thoughts out of you, and maybe I'll have some respect from you after I've finished. And we all know how you must show respect." My lips trembled as his fingers dropped onto them. "That's right, you understand. I'm gonna use this pretty little mouth of yours and you're going to let me."
He moved behind me and I felt his fingers unbutton my skirt. It fell to my knees, then my bloomers followed. I pleaded for mercy but he wasn't listening. He was too interested in fondling my buttocks, then sliding around, kneeling in front of me and caressing my cunt as he slavered over it and in it with his tongue.
He stood laughing in my face as I begged him to release me while, all the time, unbuttoning my blouse then my bodice, until my breasts hung bare for his pleasure. His mouth latched over my nipples and his teeth bit and pulled on them forcing squeals from my mouth, while below his hand played between my legs with his fingers driving up inside me. And all I could do was hang there and take it.
He pulled both my nipples hard. I thought they would rip away from my body and I squealed. I had never felt such pain and what scared me the most was that, as he twisted them, he was grinning. He was getting aroused by my pain.
I made a pathetic plea for mercy which only seemed to inflame him more. I closed my eyes, blotting out his evil grin, only for him to squeeze the swollen hard buds even harder until I once again stared into that loathsome face.
But before I could blink away the tears he had gone; he was behind me. A stinging slap on my bottom echoed around the barn which made me only too aware of what my punishment was going to be. His voice, cold and menacing, filled the barn.
"Never did find out if you could dance or not, did we? How's about we start with a jig."
The "ssswwwwtttt" noise was instant, the pain unimaginable, as my body shot forward only to swing back for the second, then third. All the, "oh god please stop" in the world didn't even slow his rhythm down as my buttocks burnt at the mercy of the flailing crop. Then he moved lower, just under my bottom to that curve to my thighs, picking out unmarked skin to rain blow after blow down on my defenceless body. I lifted one leg then the other as he ordered me to dance. All the time I could hear him grunting with pleasure as he inflicted more incomprehensible pain.
My head hung as he walked back in front of me, his body wet with sweat, his face flushed with excitement. I jerked my head up as his fingers pulled at the tender flesh of my cunt.
"Want me to sting this?" I shook my head but knew he would do what he wanted. He grinned. "Well, we will have to think of something else for me to do then. You want to play with me or shall I play with you? And you know I play rough."
With all the strength I could muster I said, "I will do anything you want if you stop."
He grinned as he held my jaw. "You will do whatever I want whether I stop or not. It's just this way you will give me respect sooner."
He lowered me to the ground; laughing at me he strolled over to a stall and leant against it.
"I'm waiting. It's time to play suck the cock, little cunt mouth."
I did not want to give him any cause to tie me up again. I was in so much pain but still I moved towards him. Kneeling at his feet I took his belt off and undid his breeches, then put my hand in his undergarment pulled out his fat swollen cock and began to caress its length with my tongue. He waited until my mouth covered the end then he shoved at least six inches of his fat meat into me. I tried not to gag as he thrust at me. His voice bellowed from above.
"That's it, suck my cock, you little cunt. That's what you are and that's what I want. Come on, let's feel some tongue."
I tried hard to do everything, sucking it, running my tongue around the end, even into the folds of skin, but even that didn't stop him ramming it at the back of my throat.
"Open your throat, I want it all in or I'll beat you until you do."
I panicked as I tried to breathe through my nose, all the time swallowing his cock. I knew I had to or he'd beat me until I did. Moving my head and kneeling, I managed to get my back arched and, throwing my head back, his cock slid into my throat. Breathing through my nose, I rocked back and forth. I knew I was doing something right as I heard him moaning and grunting with pleasure.
As I hoped, he was so aroused from beating me that it took but a short while and the first of the taste came into my mouth. I felt the meat swell so I took a deep breath and began swallowing. Soon I was franticly swallowing his filth; I dare not waste any for fear of reprisal. He grinned down at me as I knelt like some sort of subservient dog at his feet.
"Let's play some more. Take the rest of your clothes off. Let's have you naked so you can show me your cunt."
Totally naked, I lay on that mattress, legs open, my fingers holding my cunt lips wide as he stood above stroking his hardening meat.
"Think I'll fuck me some of that. Tell me who's fucked that before?" I told him of Rogers, Danvers and the Sugget brothers. He said, "Turn over. Do the same with your red arse." I didn't move, not understanding. He bellowed, "Turn over and show me your red arse before it becomes blood red."
Slowly, I turned, brought my knees up and pulled my bottom hole open.
"And who's fucked that cute hole?"
I whimpered, "No one."
He roared with laughter. "That's not like Mr. Reith. Not like him to miss out on a nice cute virgin arsehole. Well, well, time to get one over on him. Put your fingers in your mouth then stuff them up your arse. Better make it nice and wet, unless you want more pain."
Fearing this man, I did as I was told. Surely nothing could be as painful as his whipping. Oh how I soon found out how wrong I could be. After I had degraded myself by wetting my fingers several times and ramming them in my bottom, he knelt behind me. I felt his cock end pushing at the entrance. He pushed but stopped. A stinging slap on my raw buttocks was followed by the command, "Relax your fucking arse," which made me stop fighting. His hands came around under me and gripped my swinging breasts. Then he did it. He drove in with all his strength at the same time pulling hard on my breasts. His huge cock sank into my bottom. I have screamed in my life but never like that.
As he rammed harder and harder into my bottom, he forced sobs out of me. It could not have been worse if he had used a hot poker, but all he did was laugh, an evil sadistic laugh as he yelled at me, "That's it, little miss perfect, scream while I fuck your arse. The last one did until she got used to it. But, like you, she had no choice so scream all you want. I'll be fucking your arse for many years to come. Now take it."
Without mercy he fucked my bottom, and it seemed to take him so long. He pulled at my nipples as he shoved into me until, in the end, he had my bottom high in the air while my face rammed down into the dirt. He giggled like a crazed animal as he pummelled his filthy juice deep into my bowels. When he'd finished with me, I just lay there crying. He sat by the stall and gloated over me.
I staggered up. I wanted to be away, to get to my room, but he grinned and said, "Where do you think you're going? My cock needs to be cleaned."
I looked around for cloth and water but he grabbed my arm and pushed me to my knees. Shaking my hair until I thought he would drag it out by the roots, he rammed the filthy thing back in my mouth forcing me to suck it clean. The taste was foul as I worked over it. I knew in my soul that it would get hard and I'd be sucking it for as long as it took for me to be again swallowing what had surly become my staple diet -- more male juice. But at least when I was done he left me.
I made it back and Dorking had been to told to see to my pain. She washed me and creamed my sore marked skin and let me sleep. It was a disturbed night of horrid dreams, but I slept.
Day after day all that week and last it has been the same. I have come to realise there is no escape. I am now what I am, what one of my many assailants once called me -- nothing more than fuck meat.
I hope that as the days go by they may get tired of me, but at the moment I am being fucked three or four times a day, sometimes by up to three at once. And of course there's Mrs Dorking to lick out. I have been threatened with many obscene things which I hope will never happen. I can't imagine how you could get one of those horse cocks in your mouth and, oh god, just a moment. I think I hear footsteps and the sound of keys. It's not that time already. Oh no, the door's opening.
"Mr. Danvers, Mr. Rogers, I didn't realise the time."
"I can fucking see that, girl. Get your clothes off."
"Yes, come on, cunt, let's have you naked. My cock's fit to burst."
"Come off it, Rogers, your cock is always fit to burst when it comes to fucking Brown."
"That's because she knows what I like, don't you, Brown?"
"Yes sir."
"And what's that? Come on, girl, get those bloomers off. Let's see your cunt."
"Sorry, sir. Yes sir. He likes me to suck his cock all the way down my throat while I tickle his sack. I do that until he fills my mouth, then I must keep swallowing and sucking until he's hard again. Then he has me bend over while he fucks my arse a dozen times, then my cunt the same, and he keeps at me until he comes again. Then I make sure his cock is nice and clean with my mouth, sir."
"That's right, my girl, and the other day I pissed in her mouth. Made her keep it there while I had some fun with her nipples."
"You be careful not to mark her. I had to have a word with Todd the other day. Found her tied up in the stable, arms behind her and up to a beam. He had weights hanging on her nipples while she was forced to suck him off three times on the trot, and that was without stopping."
"Well, she shouldn't have such fabulous nipples. I love fucking off between her big breasts while she licks the head. It's fabulous. In fact, she has got fabulous everything. Can't keep my cock still when I'm near her."
"Hear that, Brown? Rogers just paid you a complement."
"Yes sir. Thank you, sir."
"There you go, Rogers, the girl thanks you. Right, how you gonna have her? I want some mouth first."
"I think I want her mouth on mine too. She can suck us both. Then when she's swallowed both, she will get us hard again before we can take what we like after that. Is that a deal?"
"You heard him, girl, on your knees and get to work. And look at us while you suck."
"Yes sir."
"Mmm, mouth like velvet and a throat to match. Don't you just love it when your cock sinks all the way in?"
"I agree, Mr. Rogers, she has learnt well. You're a good face fuck, Brown. In fact, you're a good fuck and that's how you will stay. The house is perfect, Mr Highgate will be proud of you. You have done exactly as he instructed, and even as lady of the manor you will still be keeping the servants busy for many years to cum."
THE END
