LORDS AND LADIES
by V.P. Viddler
Part 1
The dinner party that night was extraordinarily fraught with tension, for
the rumor was that Lord Aldenby had finally become so disgusted with the
haughty and aristocratic Lady Aldenby that he had determined to humble her and
degrade her before the entire company. Our tension was heightened by the fact
that there were no women in attendance.
At last our host appeared, along with his young and beautiful wife,
looking as haughty and as aristocratic as ever. But I noticed that the lady was
unable to look any of us steadily in the face. I also thought she had to stop
herself from gulping down her drink.
I must say I was vastly stimulated by the idea of watching this
high-blown lady forced to shame and debase herself. We sat down to dinner, and
her eyes stayed on her plate.
At last: "Julia," Lord Aldenby said, "all these gentlemen would be most
gratified to see your breasts. Naked, you know. Kindly oblige, my dear."
Our breaths stopped.
Lady Aldenby cast one swift, imploring look at her husband. He was blank.
She lifted her head. I saw a gleam of tears in her eyes. Her hands shook
slightly as she brought them to the front of her dress. She undid the catch and
the buttons. And then took off the top part of the outfit. Her breasts were
naked, and quivering.
Lady Aldenby looked at no one. She sat with her bare breasts as we all
stared, motionless. And then Lord Aldenby said, "Thank you, Julia. Now stand
for us."
Lady Aldenby started to say something, but caught herself. And got up
from her chair. And allowed her dress to fall around her feet.
"Behold, gentlemen," Lord Aldenby said. "I have forbidden Julia to don
underthings tonight. I assume her body has your approval?"
A foolish question. The naked Lady Aldenby was a breathtaking sight.
Lord Aldenby directed her to turn slowly in front of us, and as she did
so she began to cry.
"And now," Lord Aldenby said, "ring for Johnson to clear away, please,
Julia."
Julia stood still, as though stunned. Lord Aldenby just waited. At last,
sobbing softly, Lady Aldenby picked up the bell and rang for the servant.
Johnson came in. He could not stop himself from staring at the naked and
trembling form of his mistress.
"Now, Julia," Lord Aldenby said. "I want our guests to have the pleasure
of your utter humiliation. As a taste of what is to come. You will kindly go to
Johnson, go down on your knees before him, take out his penis, and minister to
it with your lovely soft mouth."
Lady Aldenby swayed, and all of us held our breath.
"Do it lovingly, Julia," Lord Aldenby said, "for you will do it for all
of us before this night is over. And much more. Do not protest, Julia. Your
dignity is destroyed; your pride is in ruins; your chastity is to be violated
in any and all ways which I can find to subject you to. As for your physical
well-being and the continuation of the pristine condition of your body, that
will depend largely on how happy Johnson is -- and how happy I and the rest of
us are -- with your ministrations. Now."
And Lady Aldenby walked to Johnson, bowed down, and did as Lord Aldenby
had commanded.
Later, as she lay spread out across the table and I plunged in and out of
that sobbing, squirming body, in my turn, I knew that haughty, aristocratic
lady would always know her place...
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LORDS AND LADIES
by V.P. Viddler
Part 2
Lady Aldenby was never the same after that night.
Nor was I.
Each time I saw the lady, I could not but recall her as she was then,
humiliated and violated by us all. I saw her naked, twisting body stretched out
upon the large dining table, each wrist and ankle held firmly by one of us on
the orders of Lord Aldenby; her arms and legs spread wide and taut, her
degraded body open and blazingly helpless. Of course it had not been necessary
to hold her, for if Lord Aldenby had commanded her to lie still for us to do
with her as we would, she must have done so. It was the lord's will, though, to
have his proud wife pinned down and raped by force, to add to her shame.
And each time Lady Aldenby saw me, or I suppose any of us, that memory
suffused her mind also. As haughty in her carriage as ever, still her face
showed that she recalled that singular night -- and that she knew that I was
recalling it also. A tremor of her body, a slight avoidance in her eyes, told
me, and also, I am sure, added to her mental horror and humiliation. The
awareness and the memory made my cock stiff as a board.
One day, Lord Aldenby, in the lady's presence, commended my work and
asked what particular thing I would like as a reward. I took a good breath and
gazed directly into the lady's eyes. I saw fear in them.
To Lord Aldenby I said boldly, "I would like a night with Lady Aldenby,
my lord. Alone. With your command to her that she obey any and all of my
orders."
"No," Lady Aldenby whispered.
Lord Aldenby smiled. "Done," he said. "Tonight. My dear, you will submit
to all commands. Promptly and docilely. Is that understood?"
The lady shook. "Yes, my lord," she said softly.
And that night she came to my room.
It was most gratifying to watch the proud, haughty and aristocratic Lady
Aldenby quaking with shame, fear and rage as she awaited my commands. I had her
strip slowly, very slowly, standing and turning in front of me until she was
completely naked. I then had her walk about the room, watching and watching as
she displayed her body in delightful motion, watching the swaying of her
breasts and the rippling thighs. And then I had her go to her knees, and crawl.
I sat back and brought out my hard cock while I watched her crawl back and
forth, back and forth. She began to sob.
"Oh, my lady," I said, "your shameful crying is joyful music to my prick.
Do crawl over here now and take it into your voluptuous mouth."
The lady did, slowly, as I said. Her quivering lips were magic around my
prick. The lovely head bobbed up and down, and her soft hair brushed across my
crotch.
"I will shoot into your face," I said, and I did, listening with joy to
her degraded cries as my gism spurted over her mouth, her eyes, her hair, her
nose and chin.
"And now spread out," I said. "I shall fuck you on the floor...
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LORDS AND LADIES
by V.P. Viddler
Part 3
The long-awaited exhibition of Lady Aldenby's whipping was the most
exciting day of the year.
At dinner a month ago, Lord Aldenby had asked his young wife to stand as
he made his announcement. We all watched her as he spoke.
"You have all seen my wife undergo humiliation," he said. "You have all
seen her naked. You have all watched her using her mouth on my servant. You
have all taken your pleasure with her body. But degradation, exposure and rape
have not done enough to still her spirit. Not to my liking. Docility,
obedience, scraping are not sufficient. She must be broken. For once and for
all. Crushed. Ground into the dirt like the pig slut slave shit- licking cunt
that she is."
Tears rolled down Lady Aldenby's face. Her body shook. It was most
fascinating to watch.
"In a month," Lord Aldenby continued, "you will all attend an exhibit at
which Lady Aldenby will be whipped."
We all gasped.
Lady Aldenby moaned and sank to her knees.
"Yes," Lord Aldenby said, gloating. "Whipped. Thoroughly and without
mercy. From head to toe, front and back. Whipped. Lashed. Flogged. Beaten until
her body is a mass of raw meat, until she is hoarse and bloody-throated with
screaming; until she hangs limp and unconscious in front of you all."
Lady Aldenby slipped to the floor. She twisted against the ground,
sobbing, kissing her husband's foot and begging brokenly for mercy. Lord
Aldenby went on as if she didn't exist.
"Lady Aldenby will be hung up by her wrists, high off the floor," he
said. "She will be stripped naked, and I shall allow sufficient time for you to
enjoy the sight of her fine body, swaying and wriggling and squirming with pain
and horror. And then the whipping will begin. Methodically, steadily, and with
no hiatus, no matter how loud or pathetic her screaming and howling and
shrieking and pleading and begging and squirming and twisting and kicking and
pitching. And all of you will participate." A buzz went through us. "Yes. All
of you will have an opportunity to whip her as you please. Nothing will be
spared. Her breasts, by all means. And thighs. Flog them. Blood will run down
her back, over that curvaceous body. Think of the sight. Her body stretched so
taut that her breasts thrust out for the whip, nipples aching. Ah. Aching. And
of course our entertainment would be lacking if not for a final touch -- or two
or more -- of the branding iron."
Now Lady Aldenby screamed. "Oh, god," she babbled, clutching his leg. "Oh
dear god, no, for god's sake have pity, oh pity, oh no... no..."
The lord smiled down on her. "When it is finished, you may all rape her.
But you must do it brutally, as roughly as you can. I want her in continuous
pain. Ruin her body and you will ruin her spirit. That haughty soul will bow
down to its masters from now on. And now, Julia, you will strip -- no, don't
get up -- strip and spread out so our guests can ravish you as much as they
wish while you still have a body..."
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LORDS AND LADIES
by V.P. Viddler
Part 4
After her public whipping, Lady Aldenby was no longer that haughty,
aristocratic woman whom Lord Aldenby had married. She was no broken to his
liking, and the lord kept it that way.
Night after night he would call one of us to her room, and would allow us
to sit and watch while he had his way with his wife's body.
At some point he would usually command her to look straight at the
watcher as he fucked her. Lady Aldenby's horror and humiliation was finally
topped by Lord Aldenby's forcing her to orgasm. To watch the lady's face as
unwittingly she was driven to climax again and again, was a study calculated to
produce a hard penis in any man.
And when he was through with her, the lord commanded us to take the
naked, panting body. Gloatingly he would watch as I got on top of her,
listening to her moans and sounds of shame. He would give her instructions as I
took her, making her twist her hips or arch her body, or roll her breasts
against me, or open her luscious mouth for my kiss. And it was fine to have
this once so proud woman sobbing and thrashing under my thrusts, and to shoot
my gism far into her wriggling cunt.
One night Lord Aldenby made her lie on top of me and grind her whole body
against mine, then crouch above me and pump slowly up and down, up and down on
my cock, bouncing her full breasts and squirming until I shot.
Another night I was allowed to fuck the lady in the ass. I loved having
her crouched on all fours, head hanging, long hair dangling, crying and howling
with pain and degradation as I pushed my prick hard all the way up her anal
passage, and thrust and thrust back and forth, holding her quivering breasts in
my hands, vising the nipples in my fingers, squeezing them as hard as I could
to make her groan and shriek and twist and buck until I shot.
Then Lord Aldenby would usually make her crawl for us, on all fours or on
her stomach, or roll around on the floor like a whining dog.
Both of us would have her again before the night was finished.
And what I did we all did.
Lady Aldenby belonged to all of us now. If she saw us in the hall, she
had to kneel quickly until we had gone.
At dinner she was always naked.
Lord Aldenby amused himself by having her suck off the servants.
Often he had her crawl around under the table all during dinner, taking
each of our cocks into her mouth and sucking us off slowly, in turn.
And once a month, without fail, she was strung up in front of us all and
whipped without mercy, after which she was brutally raped by all of us, plus
any man whom the lord could bring in from his many acquaintances.
In all the days I was there, I never tired of hearing the lady's screams,
or of raping her body, or of watching her various humiliations, or of having
her crawling and squirming in front of me, crying, sobbing, babbling for an end
to suffering which would not come.
I loved watching on the day Lord Aldenby had all of us line up to piss on
his young wife as she lay in a shallow pit in front of his mansion.
And I loved having her in my own room, hung up by her wrists and dangling
in horrid agony, taut, in pain, kicking vainly, twisting in air, yelling,
gasping, while I watched and burned her nipples again and again and again
and...
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LORDS AND LADIES
by V.P. Viddler
Part 5
It soon became obvious that the constant whipping and fucking of Lady
Aldenby was giving her a worn and weary look, far from the proud haughtiness of
former days. This was what the lord had aimed for, but now that she was broken
he quickly tired of her charms. Told that she was good only to be chained in
the cellar to function as a sop to the pleasures of the servants and dogs, Lady
Aldenby was forced into consenting to bring her younger sister, Lady Judith, to
the manor, where the youthful, budding girl would be driven by blackmail to
give in to the lord's salacious whims.
The unsuspecting maid arrived at the manor one morning to be greeted by
the sight of her sister Julia stretched naked on the ground in front of the
house, fastened tightly to four stakes, open to all and sundry who desired to
fuck her or to piss on her body, or to torture her in any way that took their
fancy.
As Judith stared in shock and horror at the moaning, spread- eagled form,
the lord filled the doorway. "Ah, Lady Judith," he said. "Do come in, my dear.
But first -- take off your clothing. All of it. You see, you will not need
clothing as long as you are in this house -- and I think you will be with us
for a long, long time."
"Oh, my god," the young girl gasped. "What will you do to me?"
"Just what I have done to Julia, as you see -- I shall make you a
helpless pawn fit only for fucking, sucking, and whipping. You are now my
slave, and will do as I say at all times, and without hesitation. Now get your
clothes off or I will have my man rip you apart."
"Ah," Lady Judith said softly. "Oh, my master. I am yours."
And she took off all her things, slowly, sensuously.
"I have waited for a man who could bend me to his will," Lady Judith
moaned. "Oh, look upon my naked body, and tell me what you will do with it!"
"Why, you dirty little slut!" Lord Aldenby said. "I'll tell you, all
right. That beautiful young virginal body will be fucked in every hole it has,
again and again and again, by all my servants, my hangers-on, and my animals.
You will be thrashed, whipped and branded within an inch of your life, and your
constant screams will act as background music when I am occupied with my work.
You will crawl naked about my house, and your mouth and your ass and your cunt
and your tits will all be constantly ready for my cock and for that of any man
I assign you to. You will hang from my ceiling by your wrists throughout each
night, and by your hair during the day. Do you hear what I'm saying, you dirty
filthy cock-sucking pig bitch slut whore asshole shit-licking cunt?"
"I do, my lord," gasped the girl, falling to the ground. "Oh, I crawl to
you now; I crawl naked on the ground to you on hands and knees. I kiss your
foot, oh my lord. Do with me as you will. I will worship your body with my
mouth. I will twist and squirm and howl under your awful whip. Hurt my body.
Use my soft young body. I will do anything you command. I will give this body
to anyone you say. Oh, allow me to lie with my sister, naked and struggling in
the bright sun, unable to stop my rape, all your men violating my virginal
body, taking me, again, again, again, again..."
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LORDS AND LADIES
by V.P. Viddler
Part 6
"My dear Lady Judith," Lord Aldenby said. "I am going to whip your back
to ribbons."
"My nipples hurt so badly," Lady Judith said, swinging by her wrists,
body taut as a drum.
"I'm so glad," the lord said. "Why don't you cry for us, you slut?"
"I cannot draw my breath with him pinching my nipples so brutally,"
Judith said.
"Do not stop," the lord told his man. "Do it harder."
"I -- I... I can't... AAAAAAAAAAAAAA." Judith's young body twisted wildly
in air, legs kicking spasmodically. "Oh god, oh god, oh god god god!" she
howled.
"How I love your pain," Lord Aldenby said. "I can't wait to slash your
smooth skin to rags."
"Do it," the girl gasped. "Whip my body, thrash me hard, oh my god, don't
pinch... ooooohh no for god's aaaa IIIIIIII OH JESUS I CAN'T
AAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!"
"Julia," the lord said to his wife, who dangled from her hair across the
room. "It is your turn next, you know."
Julia only gurgled through her tight gag as I rammed my prick up her ass
and into her guts, as my partner kissed her ruined breasts with the glowing tip
of his cigarette.
"Put bowling balls on her ankles," the lord commanded. "I want her bloody
tits pulled flat. Flat, I say!"
"I will fuck your full staff if you will take me down," Judith said. "I
can't stand any more."
"I will thrash you to ribbons first, you slut," Lord Aldenby said. "And I
will grind your back into the mud. Writhe for us, filthy cunt. Howl your throat
raw." And his whip rose.
Crack!
"NOOOOOAAAAAAAAA..."
"Twist and squirm and kick. And again."
CRACK!
"IIIIEEEEEEEEEE! KILL ME!"
CRACK!
"You will suck my cock, you shit-licking twat. Tell me that!"
CRACCK!
"AAAHHH! I... AAAIIIEEE!... WILL... NOOOOOOOO... SUCK... GGGHHHGGG...
Y-YOUR... HAHAHAHAAAAHHUUUUUUGGGHHH... C-C-C-C-COOOOOCK..."
I came inside Lady Julia and took hold of her long hair, pulling her head
back, straining her neck, so I could kiss her gagged mouth as I spurted. Kiss
her twisting lips as my partner kissed her straining nipples with his torturing
cigarette. Kiss her hard and painfully, tugging the soft hair, coming and
coming in her anus.
Lord Aldenby was making Judith dance in mid-air, dance with pain and
agony. The man who was pinching her nipples caught her thrashing legs and
thrust himself between her thighs, brutally slamming his prick into her
wriggling, jouncing cunt. We all listened to her howls as she was whipped from
behind and fucked in front, her so juicy young body doing its wild
uncontrollable dance of horror.
But she would fuck us all that night, fuck us with passion and abandon,
lying on the great wooden table in the dining room on which I had first
participated in her sister Julia's mass fucking and humiliation.
When she had worn us all out and we had all urinated all over her
writhing, taut body, Lord Aldenby brought in the dogs. Lady Judith fucking,
sucking and being brought to orgasm by a pack of dogs was a sight I can still
call up. I call it up as I fuck Lady Julia, whose ruined but still luscious
body is pulled so tightly across my bed that her ribs stick out against her
smooth skin. I hold tightly to her aching titties, twisting them, knowing the
angry burns still throb agonizingly as I maul those mounds. And I force her to
kiss me as I slam into her, her unwilling lips squirming against my lips, her
sounds of pain and horror filling my mouth.
I fuck away at my lord's lady, while downstairs young Lady Judith awaits
what may befall. Morning will find her on her knees in the privy, drinking piss
from cock after cock after cock. Lord Aldenby will want to watch as they make
her bob for shit in the toilet, and also fuck that small young ass. I think
about it as I pound Lady Julia and kiss her soft lips, and grab her tongue in
my teeth and hold it, coming as she bucks with pain under my body, arches and
wriggles and Judith crawls naked in at my door. God...
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LORDS AND LADIES
by V.P. Viddler
Part 7
And so it was, day by day, night by night, two women always at our mercy
in the manor. But mercy was not in large supply. Julia and Judith, in their
different ways, submitted to our lusts -- lusts for torture and pain as well as
for their bodies. Judith was basically masochistic, and although she suffered
and screamed as much as anybody under our whips or our branding irons, she
would not have changed her situation if she could. Lady Judith loved being hurt
and humiliated and degraded as much as she hated it. And Lady Judith loved to
fuck. Fuck and suck us all. On and on. With her luscious young body straining
against the chains that spread her curvaceous limbs far apart, with her
shaking, hard-nippled breasts flattened and also thrusting up at us, with her
soft torso twisting against the hard top of the huge table, she would thrash
through orgasm after orgasm, howling in joy, delight and pain as the pack of us
took her again and again and again and again...
But Lady Julia, of course, was another story. Her pain was nothing but
pain; her degradation a constant and unmitigating horror. On a number of
occasions, when Lord Aldenby had kept her hanging by her hair all night long in
his room, she told him that she wanted him to kill her. The lord only laughed.
He would not, he said, do without the joyful pleasure of having her screams and
moans and sobs to accompany his slumber through the night. And he loved waking
up to find her hanging in front of him, almost mad with pain, her once haughty
body doing its slow, squirming dance in the air. Most often he would watch her
until his cock was throbbing with lust, and then roll on top of Lady Judith,
tied tautly across his bed, and fuck her hard and fast, still looking at the
dangling form of his pain-maddened wife.
"Julia," Lord Aldenby said one night at dinner. "I wish to have a trial
to find out which method of hurting a woman's breasts is most painful --
burning or sticking with pins."
Lady Julia, sitting naked at the foot of the long table, shut her eyes
and began to moan softly.
"And so you will act as our guinea pig, Julia -- for a pig is what you
are. Stand up."
And we took the shaking woman to a stand that was built for this purpose,
and soon she was bowed sharply backwards over it, hands and ankles tightly
bound, body most tautly stretched, and breasts thrust beautifully, prominently
out and up.
"Now," Lord Aldenby said.
And with him on one side and me on the other, this cruel trial was on. In
turn, the lord seared Julia's left tit with a hot branding iron, and I (when
the lady had stopped flopping about and yowling to burst my eardrums) stuck a
long, thick, sharp pin as deeply into her nipple as it would go. And twisted
it.
Lady Julia's sounds of pain and horror filled the room, and many men had
soon fallen upon young Lady Judith and rammed their cocks one after another
into her cunt and ass and mouth. They made her scream too, though I think at
that time Lady Julia's won the prize for loudness. We continued alternately
burning and sticking her ruined tits for a long, long while. Luckily, she was
tied in such a way that she could be fucked, front and back, without any need
to untie that straining, writhing, wriggling, humping, arching, taut, rolling,
struggling, jerking, pain-crazed body. And I did, until she lost consciousness.
That night again I had the lovely Lady Judith crawl naked into my room. I
had her drink my piss from my cock, swallowing it all, and I had her catch my
shit in her mouth as it came out of my ass. I told her that if she got sick on
my floor I would make her eat it. Her sobs and choking groans made my prick so
hard that I hit her across the mouth with it, driving her to the floor, and I
dropped onto her luscious curving young body and bit at her pink nipples. Bit
and bit, hard, harder, and Judith put her long curving legs around me and
rubbed her thighs on my skin and squirmed in pain and tried to get me to fuck
her churning, pain-vibrating body.
"Fuck," I said, and she did....
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LORDS AND LADIES
by V.P. Viddler
Part 8
Lady Julia was covered with piss. It glistened on her body and oozed onto
the wounds striping her skin. She lay in a slimy puddle of piss and shit. She
had lain there for many hours, and would go on lying there for many more. Her
mouth was distorted by an ancient hinging gag, which held her mouth wide open,
straining her jaws and allowing passage for any fluids that might be poured
down her throat. Horrible gasping, rasping sounds came out of the gaping mouth.
Particularly when the dogs and pigs and goats were set upon her helplessly
bound body.
Nearby, Lady Judith was hanging from a tree by her hair, wrists bound in
back of her, as two men fucked her front and back and a third stuck small
spikes all over the soft flesh of her young, wildly twisting body.
It was this sight with which Lord Aldenby introduced his cousin, the
Marquis of Smight, to life at his manor.
"My good lord!" the marquis said in shock. "What -- or who -- will be
your next victim, I wonder?"
"Your wife," Lord Aldenby said.
"Ah," Smight said. "How ingenious. Anna is coming now."
Lady Anna was tall, slim, lusciuosly curved and had long dark hair. My
mouth watered, for I knew I would soon see this fine lady naked and bound and
squirming with pain. Lady Julia and Lady Judith had spoiled us, and we wanted
fresh young flesh at our mercy.
Lady Anna knew right away what was in store for her. A small sound came
from her throat as she saw the tortured women.
"No!" she gasped, choking. "No! No!"
"But yes, my darling Lady Anna," Lord Aldenby said. "Your husband has
sold you to me for my slave."
"Ahh no, no!" Lady Anna moaned, shaking. "For god's sake, no. I beg you,
I cannot stand this!"
"Your fright is most stimulating, my lady," the lord said. "And I am
certain that your body will be also. I would like to see it now. All of it. You
will now take off your clothes."
"Oh dear god," Anna moaned. "You cannot -- I can't -- oh John, John --"
"Do as Lord Aldenby says, Anna," said Smight. "You are his now. His lowly
toy and plaything, to do his bidding. Now do it."
"No... not out in... not in front of..."
"In front of us all," Lord Aldenby said. "Your body will be used by my
whole staff, in all ways. Now begin."
"No, no, no, ah god, help me..."
"Allow me to convince my wife, my lord," Smight said. And his crop
flashed in a series of hard, brutal blows across the lady's firm round breasts.
Her screams split the air again and again. And soon we were watching as she
took off all her clothing, sobbing wildly and trying vainly to cover her firm
young body with her hands.
Whip! Whap! Scream!
And Lady Anna stood naked in front of us all, hands down, crying and
shaking and absolutely beautiful.
By that night, when a satiated Lord Aldenby sent her to my room, Lady
Anna had been taught with brutal thoroughness what she was and what she must
do.
She crawled in at my door. "Oh my master," she said. "I am yours for this
night. I am your humble naked slave, your thing, your toy." She was sobbing
now. I smiled. "I am a slut and a whore. I am a dirty filthy piece of shit. I
am a lowly cock- sucker. My mouth is yours, my lord; my body is yours, my lord;
my tits, my nipples are yours, my lord; my legs, my hips, my thighs, my back;
my ass is yours, oh my lord. I will do as you command. I will fuck you again
and again, I will suck you with mouth and lips and tongue, I will drink your
piss and eat your shit, I will degrade myself before you, crawl for you, shame
my honor. Destroy my honor and my dignity, lord. Hurt my body, abuse my young,
proud flesh. Whip me all over." Sob. "B-burn my breasts and my thighs. Ohh god,
ohh let me prostrate this body for you..."
I told her to stop, I had had enough. I said, "Piss. Right now."
But she couldn't. So I put out a few cigars on her nipples. Slowly. Until
she pissed on my floor.
I said, "Drink it," and the lady, in a paroxysm of shame and disgust,
bowed down and obeyed.
"Wipe it up with your hair," I said. "And then lie flat on the floor and
spread out, so you can get splinters in your tits as I fuck your tight young
ass."
Next day Lord Aldenby put on an exhibition of whipping, with Lady Anna as
the victim of honor. In front of us all she was hung up by her wrists in the
dining hall and whipped by the lord and the marquis until she was raw-throated
from howling and that body spasmed horribly as it rotated and dangled as we
watched.
And then she was stretched on the table and raped and raped and raped...
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LORDS AND LADIES
by V.P. Viddler
Part 9
"I will fuck them all," said the Marquis of Smight. "I will fuck Lady
Julia, I will fuck Lady Judith, I will fuck Lady Anna. Who else can I fuck, my
lord?"
"Fuck your granddaughter," Lord Aldenby said.
"Ah, I would love to do that, but the girl is but a school child."
"So what," the lord said. "Is she not a sexy young bitch?"
"Ah yes, oh yes, my lord. She has legs like a young colt. Thighs that
make my mouth water. Calves that cry out for stroking. And her fine, luscious,
bouncing, squirming, hard- nippled breasts make a man's cock throb with want."
"So then," Lord Aldenby said. "Get her, my boy. Bring her to the manor,
and I assure you you can fuck her all you want. Of course, I want my share, you
know."
"Gladly, my lord," said the marquis. "But as I say, Lucinda is in school.
And she is still a virgin, I'm sure."
"Gad, man, what of that?" roared Lord Aldenby. "Get her! I want her! By
god, I shall break her schoolgirl spirit, all right! Would you not like to see
that young, nubile body crawling on the ground in front of you? Crawling on her
belly, squirming, begging to fuck you if only you will stop hurting her?
Hanging by her wrists, stretched as tight as a rubber band, head thrown back,
mouth open and screaming, legs thrashing, taut body twisting as you..."
"Oh my god," Smight said, "stop. Your words and the things you describe
have me so aroused..."
"Good," said the lord. "Take it out on Julia, or Judith, or Anna, and
while you fuck them, think of your young Lucinda and all the things you will
make her do to you. If you take Judith, say, and lay her out on the bed of
spikes inside, she will give you such a fuck upon her wild, bucking, bouncing
body..."
"I go," the marquis said.
"Thrash her first," Lord Aldenby told him. "It will make her pain so much
worse."
Lucinda, he thought. Pretty Lucinda. I want you right now, on your knees
with your sobbing mouth around my cock. Stripping for me as you suck.
Who should he fuck now? Anna was hanging in his bathroom right now,
hanging by her hair from the ceiling, waiting for him to brand her with his
cigar tip while she yelled her head off. God, he loved doing that! Anna did
such a stimulating dance for him in mid-air as he touched the cigar to her
flesh all over her body.
But it was Julia he wanted now, Lady Julia, his wife, whom he had reduced
from a haughty, aristocratic snob to a ruined, broken hulk. After all the
whippings and brandings and torturing and shaming and public fucking and
sucking, he still got a big hard-on by making her crawl for him.
"Julia," he called, "crawl in here."
Julia crawled in awkwardly, for her hands were bound behind her back.
"Roll around on the floor, pig slut," he said.
And Lady Julia got down and rolled, painfully, until he said stop.
Soon he was fucking Julia's mouth as his man whipped her thighs with a
riding crop, making her sob and gasp and whimper around his cock.
Lucinda, Lord Aldenby thought. A young girl. Firm, hard tits to torture.
Curving young legs to slash to ribbons. Smooth skin to burn and ruin. A young
soft mouth to rape, a virgin cunt to ram your cock into. Lucinda. Ah, how you
will look spread-eagled across my dining table, limbs pulled so taut the skin
will almost rip, tits flat and curvy, body covered with gism, body and face
with gism from my men. Hundreds of them. Fucking your young, luscious,
delicious, squirming, twisting, arching, bucking, rolling, thrashing,
struggling, bouncing, tortured, tormented, aching, jerking, ruined body! When I
am through with you I will throw you into the cellar and you can amuse the
servants. And the dogs.
Judith howled loudly. Ah good. Smight was hurting her. Judith was no
longer a masochist. Pain is not fun when it is suffered constantly,
incessantly, and horribly. Only for the sadist is it fun. Ah, yes. Scream.
Julia will scream also. Anna will scream delightfully.
"I will bring Lucinda," Smight said, coming in.
"Good," the lord said. "Right now, you can fuck Julia's mouth as soon as
I finish, and I will go see what you have done to Judith."
"I hope Anna is in pain," Smight said.
"Upstairs, hanging in my bathroom by her hair, my boy. Go pay your
luscious wife a visit. Would you loke to thrash the bitch on the breasts?"
"I want to do it to Lucinda," Smight said. "My god, the tits, the young,
bouncing tits. To lay the crop across them and watch her howl and struggle and
beg... to lie on top of her, forcing her to curl her young thighs around my
waist, forcing her to wriggle and twist under me. To shoot up her virgin pussy,
and kiss her yelling mouth, kiss her twisting lips and let her scream down my
throat, kiss and kiss her while I pull her hair and slap her tits and kiss and
fuck and hurt and pull and kiss kiss kiss my Lucinda..."
...............................................................
LORDS AND LADIES
by V.P. Viddler
Part 10
"I'm sorry, sir," the school principal said, "but Miss Lucinda is
unavailable right now. She is being chastised."
"Chastised?" Lord Aldenby said. "For what, may I ask?"
"For nothing, sir. Simply that. Except for the fact that Miss Lucinda has
the most sinfully nubile body I have seen in many a long day. Many of our
instructors have gotten most aroused by the constant sight of her swaying,
bouncing breasts. And her smooth, curving bare legs. And her full, pouty lips.
And her long, long, swinging yellow hair. And so it was naturally decided that
there was only one fitting way to satisfy their lusts. By first punishing Miss
Lucinda until that sweet young body is a bloody ruin, and then making her into
the slut she is by fucking her repeatedly, over and over and over again."
"By god!" Lord Aldenby said. "What a bully school this is! But can we not
see the little slut?"
"It is most unusual," the principal said.
"We will pay," said Smight.
"Ah. Well. Just at the moment, Miss Lucinda is being stretched on the
rack."
"My lord!" said Lord Aldenby.
"Hark!" said the principal. "I think, if you listen, you can just hear
the young lady."
A far away but most shrill and spine-chilling scream could be faintly
heard.
"The rack!" the lord said. "By god, we must see this!"
"Well... Miss Lucinda is most certainly not in a position to object,"
said the principal.
And he took them downstairs to a sound-fast room containing many
instruments of pain. The largest was a round wooden rack, and upon it lay the
naked body of young Lucinda, most tightly stretched and obviously in horrible
pain. Screams came continually from her wide open mouth. Her head, the only
part of her body that could move at all, rolled wildly from side to side, and
her long yellow hair hung down almost to the floor. But she was the most
erotically beautiful sight in the world. The taut, straining body was curved
and hollowed in mouth-watering relief. The elongated calves and thighs were
exquisite. The thrusting, quivering, luscious young breasts cried out to be
touched -- or beaten. They did not bounce now, but that they could sway and
swing until they drove a man mad, was most obvious.
"By god," Lord Aldenby said softly. "I would pay five thousand dollars
right now, to be able to slash those titties with a whip or a riding crop."
The girl screamed louder.
"How many lashes, my lord?" said the principal.
"A dozen," the lord said. "Ten thousand for two dozen."
"You may pick any whip you wish, my lord."
"Thanks," the lord said. "This will do."
As he moved toward the bound and helpless girl, whip in hand, Lucinda
tried desperately to twist against her bonds. That tight, curving body twitched
and spasmed in a futile attempt to avoid what was coming.
Lord Aldenby raised his arm. Frantically, Lucinda tried to stop gasping
and yelling long enough to say something, to beg and plead. Lord Aldenby smiled
happily.
"Ah, my dear young Lucinda," he said. "Such fine, fine breasts. Take
that." And his arm came down.
A loud, cracking sound that made Smight's cock hard in a moment. A
terrible, vibrating scream that rebounded off the walls.
The whip rose again. And fell.
"Oh, Christ," said Smight through Lucinda's blasting shriek, "I must add
to this wonderfully suffering whore's agony. Or perhaps, still better, I can
fuck her squirming young cunt while Lord Aldenby whips those tortured tits."
"I will pay," Lord Aldenby said. "Do it, man!"
"Thanks," Smight said, forcing his cock between Lucinda's curving thighs
and putting his weight onto her horribly taut torso.
"Miss Lucinda howls so nicely, does she not?" the principal said.
"Join in, man," the lord said. "Go on. Burn her, for god's sake. Take
this, you filthy young cocksucker. Take this and this and this!"
Crack! Slash! Whack!
"How beautiful her body is in her pain!" said Smight. "How this cunt
spasms! Hurt her some more, my lord. Whip harder as I come inside her twat.
Burn her, principal!"
"I am burning the slut now. Burning the writhing little yowling bitch.
Ah, Miss Lucinda, hurt, you whore. You young, smooth, soft, breast-bouncing,
hip-swinging Miss Lucinda. I kiss you with pain..."
