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The following
story is set in Willow Hall a secluded Elizabethan mansion located deep in the
English shires adjacent the
Beryl opened her eyes when the light in her cell was switched on and the
key rattled in the thick wooden door. Sara, the senior housemaid walked quickly
into the room followed by Lucy the young assistant maid who had only just
started working for Lord Wallingford. Both women wore the traditional maids uniform; very short black dresses, white apron and
cap, black stockings with suspenders and black high heels.
“Hurry now” gasped Sara, “ your presence is
required in the Master bedroom”
Sara knelt down beside Beryl and unlocked the chains from her collar and
ankle bracelets that tethered her to the wall of the
cell. Beryl felt Sara’s firm breasts press against her arm and could smell soap
and perfume. Sara was in her late thirties, a pretty woman with a good figure.
Beryl got to her feet, wiped bits of straw from her skin and stood
looking at her naked reflection in the full-length mirror on the opposite wall
of the cell. For a woman in her early 40’s she still had a good body, a slim
waist with a flat stomach, and a magnificent pair of breasts with gumdrop
nipples. She smiled at her reflection as she ran her hands down her body. Her
past life as the respectable wife of a vicar, and mother to his two children,
now seemed a different world away. That was the past this was her life now and she
had no regrets. Her husband to her surprise had allowed her to leave to live
the life of a slave, a life she knew she was born to lead. However he made her
pay a high price for her chosen lifestyle and insisted once gone she could
never under any circumstances return and that she would have to sever all links
with her children. She agreed to his terms and left only to be shocked to
discover within a week he had moved his sister into the vicarage.
Beryl had been Lord Wallingford’s slave for just a few weeks and now
upon his death last week, which was shrouded in secrecy, his son, Lord
Wallingford III inherited his father’s,’ livestock’. Apart from the cows, sheep, pigs, and three
magnificent horses it included his slaves: Beryl, another female in her late
twenties simply called, ‘Girl’ and a teenage male called, ’Boy’. Beryl knew it was very unusual for a female
her age to be still active as a house slave and was grateful for each new day
especially as her new Master, Lord Wallingford III was
just 19.
Sara finished washing Beryl, sprayed
her with the Master’s favourite scent and started to brush her hair. Beryl
could see Lucy in the mirror standing by the cell door gazing at her as Sara
helped her into a black leather thong, black stockings and suspenders and a
pair of black leather high heel boots. Beryl thought the girl looked very young
probably no more than 15 years old, the same age as her daughter, and wondered
what she must be thinking.
Sara finally attached a lead to ‘Ls’ slave collar and held the end out
to Lucy together with a cane, which all maids carried when walking a slave.
“Here girl take this slave to the Master bedroom immediately” Sara
instructed.
Lucy gingerly came forward and took the end of the lead and the cane
from Sara. She looked at Beryl’s naked breasts and tugged her collar, “This way
slave” she said in a low voice and led the way out of the cell. Beryl caught
Sara’s eye as she passed and both women smiled at each other.
Beryl walked obediently out of her cell on her lead behind the young
girl. As they mounted the stone steps from the basement where the slaves were
kept Beryl noticed Lucy had a fantastic figure, no doubt a requirement of the
job. The young maid led Beryl through the main hall and up the grand staircase.
The soft rich red carpet, dark polished mahogany wall panels and crystal
chandeliers all spoke of the opulence of the owners of Willow Hall. Beryl felt
out of place walking semi naked through such surroundings led by a child. On
the stairs they passed an old man wearing an apron who was polishing the
handrails. He stopped work and stood to one side to allow Lucy to pass. As
Beryl walked past he stared at her naked breasts and lusted after her semi
naked body as she walked slowly up the stairs. He sighed and carried on working
as if such a sight was nothing out of the ordinary, which indeed it wasn’t, in
Willow Hall.
Lucy led Beryl along the hall at the top of the stairs to a door at the
end where she stopped and turned to inspect her charge. She pushed a strand of
hair behind Beryl’s ear, straightened her stockings and turned her slave collar
so that her name Beryl faced front.
“OK “ she whispered, “Follow me” as she opened
the door and led Beryl into the Master bedroom.
Beryl followed the young girl
into the bedroom and was immediately struck by the musky atmosphere, a mixture
of sweat and sex. Her attention was first attracted to moaning and groaning
coming from the large four-poster bed located against the wall opposite.
Master was kneeling, naked at the head of the bed with his back to the
door holding the bed head with both hands as he fucked frantically. His naked
lean body was glistening with sweat.
“Ah yes, yes Oh Fucking Christ yes” he gasped as he humped hard and
fast. Beryl noticed Master was fucking ‘Boy’ the only male slave at Willow
Hall. ‘Boy’ was 14 years old and had his wrists tied to each of the bedposts
and his ankles tied to each wrist. Beryl smiled to herself, since her arrival
at Willow Hall she had a sneaking suspicion that Master was a bisexual, and now
here was the evidence. She looked to her left and out the large Elizabethan
window that dominated that end of the room. She was surprised to note it was
nearly dusk; it was difficult to keep track of time in
Willow Hall as events happened whenever the Master fancied. As she turned to
survey the opposite end of the room she noticed ‘Girl’ her sister slave.
‘Girl’ was standing facing the large
stone fireplace her arms stretched wide above her head with her wrists tied to
two brass hooks embedded in the mantle piece. Her dark long hair hung in a neat
plate down the centre of her shapely back terminating in a bright red bow just
above her waist. The dark blue pleated skirt she was wearing had been lifted
and tucked into the waistband exposing her heart shaped bottom. Beryl noticed
the red stripe marks of a cane on ‘Girl’s’ bottom and upper thighs. She stood
her long legs slightly apart
in a pair of white socks and black patent high heel shoes. Beryl
concluded ‘Girl’ had been acting out one of young Master’s favourite fantasies,
the torture and rape of a schoolgirl, however something must have gone wrong
and ‘Girl’ had to be punished. Beryl wondered what she had done to warrant such
a savage beating.
Beryl’s attention was once more drawn towards the bed as Master groaned,
yelped and emptied himself into boy’s arse. Lucy stood in front of Beryl
holding the end of her lead, eyes cast down waiting for Master’s instructions.
“Ah! Lucy” exclaimed Master panting as he wiped sweat from his face, “bring her over here” Master pulled out of Boy, moved to the
side of the bed and knelt waiting for Lucy to bring Beryl to him.
“Good kneel her down there” Master instructed.
Beryl felt Lucy’s hand on her shoulder as she pushed her down onto her
knees. As Beryl knelt down she realised her right knee was in something wet and
gooey. Master was kneeling on the side of the bed in front of Beryl, hands on
hips his erect penis standing proud in front of her face.
“Suck bitch” Master ordered and Beryl felt Lucy pull her head back by
the hair and push her forward towards Master’s penis. Beryl took Master’s erect
penis into her mouth and as Alison continued to push her head forward she had
no option but to take Master’s cock down her throat. Master groaned as Beryl
sucked hard on the erect penis. Deep throat was something Master particularly
liked his slaves to perform. Beryl could taste boy’s shit on Master’s cock but
she knew the taste would soon fade and continued to suck hard on the erect
penis in her mouth cleaning it along its length with her tongue. Master was
excited and thrust hard into her mouth and down her throat,
she fought hard not to gag.
Beryl spared a thought for ‘Boy’, still bound to the bed head and
panting wildly, Christ his arse hole must hurt thought Beryl as she sucked hard
on Master’s huge erection.
“Enough” shouted Master as he pulled his cock out of Beryl’s mouth.
“Now get the bitch to clean up this mess and then take her back to her
cell” he ordered as he leapt off the bed, walked across the room into the
bathroom closing the door and locking it behind him.
Lucy looked around the room all the action she had witnessed made her
horny: ‘Boy’ was still tied to the head of the bed and could not see her;
‘Girl’ was facing the mantelpiece and Beryl was on her hands and knees at her
feet on a lead. Lucy was in charge and could not help herself. She stepped in
front of Beryl, lifted her skirt, pulled her knickers aside and thrust her
groin into her face. Beryl knew what to do and without a word immediately began
to eat the young girl’s pussy. Although it was strictly forbidden for the maids
to interfere with the slaves the latter knew they had to please the maids or
suffer their displeasure.
Lucy gasped and pulled herself off Beryl’s face, bent down and kissed
Beryl on the mouth, ‘Good Bitch’ she whispered in her ear.
‘Now, you heard Master clean up this
mess’ Lucy ordered Beryl in a loud voice as she pushed the slave’s face down to
the floor and into the gooey mess.
‘Lick it up Slut’ she snarled and watched as Beryl began to lick up the
mess on the carpet. Beryl soon realised it was ‘Boy’s’ spunk and it was still
warm. As she licked the carpet clean on her hands and knees with her arse in
the air she felt Lucy run a finger down between her buttocks and slip it into
her shit hole. Lucy pushed her finger all the way into Beryl up to the
knuckle. She giggled to herself as Beryl
groaned, she loved the sense of power she had over this mature woman.
Beryl now knew why Girl had been beaten, she had dropped ‘Boy’s’ sperm
on the carpet, which was a terrible offence and had quite rightly earned her a
savage punishment.
Lucy pulled her finger out of Beryl’s’ arse and ordered her to stand.
Beryl got up off the floor and followed the young maid out of Master’s bedroom.
In the hallway Lucy stopped, turned to the slave and looked her straight in the
eye.
“Clean it” she snarled, holding the finger she had just pulled out of
Beryl’s arse up to the slave’s mouth. Beryl obediently took the full length of
the maid’s finger into her mouth and began to suck it clean. As she sucked on
the girl’s finger she looked her in the face and noticed she was looking at her
with a smug smile of superiority.
Lucy turned sharply on her high heels and holding the end of Beryl’s’
lead led her back to her cell in the basement. On the way down the grand
staircase they met Sara.
“Oh there your are Lucy” she exclaimed, “Give me Beryl I’ll return her
to her cell you run along to Lady Anne’s bedroom she is asking for you”
Lucy handed Sara the end of Beryl’s’ lead, glared at Beryl as if to say
don’t tell anyone what happened between us then headed back up the grand
staircase. Beryl was glad it was Sara who would take her back to her cell she
did not want to be alone down in the basement with Lucy just now. That young
lady obviously had problems and unfortunately for Beryl she was working them
out on her.
Beryl was glad to be back in her cell. She smelt Sara’s perfume as the
senior maid leaned over to attach her lead to the wall by her head. Sara was younger
than Beryl in her late thirties but with the trim figure of a twenty year old.
She undressed her removing her stockings, suspenders and leather thong, as a
mother would undress a child before bedtime.
“There you are darling, get some sleep now there’s a good girl”
Beryl smiled she liked Sara and almost expected to receive a kiss on the
forehead as she wished her goodnight. She also liked the way she called her,
’darling’.
“I have a day off tomorrow so Lucy will look after you. I am sure she
will, take good care of you, she is a good girl. Sleep tight” she added as she closed the cell door
behind her.
Seconds later the light went out and Beryl was left staring into the
darkness. She moved on the straw bed to get comfortable and ignored the clanking
of the chains that tethered her to the cell wall.
Lucy will take good care of her tomorrow, yeah right, that little bitch
will take care of her all right. Beryl shuddered in anticipation of what
tomorrow would bring. She began to think of her situation so different from her
life just weeks ago when she was the wife of a Vicar living in
Alone in the darkness she slowly
began to rub her hands over her taught body. Her large breasts had long been
her best feature both men and women loved them. Her nipples stood erect in the
cool night air, they were hard and sensitive. She tweaked them between her
fingers and thumb, mmmmm….. she
loved it. She ran her hands down her body to the tops of her thighs and circled
back up to her burning pussy. Ahhhh…. Christ she was
a woman, a woman with raw passions and needs. Mmmmmm… She played with her clit,
which stood erect like a small penis. Jesus…it felt good as she gently stroked
the top of it with her index finger. Mmmmm…she took
hold of it between her finger and thumb and began to
masturbate it as if it were a small penis. ….FUCK! …. She loved her life and
the wanton, slut, whore, slave she had become. It was her lifestyle and nobody
would stop her from being her true self.
Harder and harder she began to abuse herself…she thought about Sara, Lucy,
Master and Lady Anne…. Mmmmm…..about ‘Girl’ and ‘Boy’
she was part of the group…a willing member of a perverted community. She longed
to be taken by all members of the group, the herd; …yes they were all animals
….her job to give pleasure to each and everyone.
Beryl was panting hard in the silent cold night air, the fingers of her
right hand hard at work on her clit and the fingers of her left hand deep
inside her cunt. Oh Christ she wondered what delights was she yet to experience
at Willow Hall. She thought about the old man she had passed on the stairs on
the way up to Master’s bedroom. What had he thought at the sight of a semi
naked mature women being led up the grand staircase on a lead by a young girl?
Did he want to touch her as she passed, strike her to the ground and mount her
there and then on the stairs? Did he think about fucking her hard as he sucked
her magnificent tits? What about the beautiful ‘Girl’ what was her story and
would she ever get to experience pleasure with her
young body? Was Lady Anne a sadistic bitch as was
rumoured and would she get pleasure in torturing her?
Beryl gasped in the darkness life was exciting full of unknowns with
much pleasure to be experienced. She longed for the orgies that would come at
Willow Hall when it was rumoured slaves were so drunk or high on drugs they
willingly had sex with all and sundry. Beryl longed to live the sensual life,
it was what drove her, it was her true self, right or wrong did not matter she
had to be the animal she was.
Beryl gasped with pleasure as she came, the only missing ingredient was
a large cock. …. CHRIST… She could do with a hard 8” cock throbbing inside her
right now.
Beryl began to slow her breathing as the throws of ecstasy subsided. She
was panting hard and sensed the cool night air through the veil of sweat that
covered her body. She stretched out on the straw bed, parted her legs and began
to pee into her bedding. She smiled to herself in the darkness as the warm
liquid began to spread beneath her bottom.
Mmmmmm…. The first job for Little Lucy in the
morning…muck out the slaves.
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