Chapter 11 Paying the debt
Feeling more relaxed after three days at Violet's 1866 cottage, Eric asked if
they should do another chapter for the book.
"If you wish, but I must warn you, the previous chapters may seem mild by
comparison. I know you like stories of group sex, rape and whipping but I don't
know how it will affect your mind when I am the victim. First though let me set
the scene by describing a comparatively mild night's gambling at cards."
Geoffrey as I have told you was an inveterate gambler particularly at cards.
Unfortunately he was not very good at it but neither were most of his friends.
Nevertheless he lost more often than he won. If he lost all his ready cash early
on in the session, I would be brought in and used as collateral. A quick fuck at
the end bought him £5 worth of chips; and all night session, £20. At first I
despised him for using me for his gambling debts but I soon found it was better
or at least, less painful, to spend to spend the night with whoever won than
with Geoffrey after he had lost a good deal of money. The others just fucked me
hard before we went to sleep and again when we woke. In general they were quite
kind to me.
You may wonder why he didn't use one of the prettier servants as collateral. I
gather he tried it at one time and had his knuckles rapped. Servants couldn't be
considered his property and the father of one girl tried to have him charged
with forcing girls into prostitution. Geoffrey managed to buy and worm his way
out of it but hadn't dared try it again especially as all the servants had be
warned about it. Servants who cooperated with him with his friends did it
because they supposedly wanted to. Most of the friends who used their sexual
services did give them presents or money and they accepted this. As a wife I was
rarely offered either money or given a present. I was just Lord Geoffrey's
property and as he constantly reminded me, I must obey him.
Possibly because I lost my virginity late in life my vagina was tight and after
use quickly shrank back again. You have noticed that too. If they couldn't see
my face, they could imagine they were fucking a young maiden instead of a
relatively old woman and this seemed to give them a good deal of pleasure. There
was also the kudos of fucking a titled Lady. A Lady who was the wife of a
friend.
When Sir Percy Greville joined them at cards, Geoffrey lost even more. Sir Percy
not only knew how to play but was not averse to dealing from the bottom of the
pack and using other sleight of hand tricks. These things I suspected when they
were happening for real and was able to confirm with my flights back in time.
Sir Percy had made most of his money when the slave trade was in its heyday but
now relied more on income from a chain of brothels he set up around the country,
the most notorious of which was that of Madame Warboys in Central London. I
personally knew him as being even more sadistic than Geoffrey. Twice I'd had to
spend the night with him to pay Geoffrey's debts and each time he used the tawse
between my legs and on my nipples before fucking me as hard as possible. This
was all done with the encouragement of his wife. On the particular night we will
go to and which was to cause me so much suffering, Geoffrey had been drinking
and losing heavily. At the end of the evening he was in debt to the tune of a
colossal £525. In those days or should I say, these days since we are already
back in 1866, it was a fortune. Watching the game, I could tell Sir Percy was
deliberately not mentioning Geoffrey debt as it grew and I was fearful that he
had plans for me. I was right!
"Are you ready to go back and watch that episode?" Violet enquired, "It will be
the worst one for you but remember, I came through it although it did take a
long while before I fully recovered."
Eric stated that he was as ready as he would ever be but inwardly wondered just
how much worse things could get from what had already been done to her.
Violet gave him a hug and a kiss, told him to be brave and then took his hand
and whisked him back a few more years until they arrived towards the end of the
evening's card games.
"Well that is £525 you owe me Geoffrey," Sir Percy remarked, "Let's call it a
round £500 seeing we are friends. Lord Robert if I might have £35 from you and
Michael £25." Robert and Michael sat each side Sir Percy and with a little good
natured grumbling about the run of the cards, they paid up.
"Will you take the wife for the night in lieu of payment, Sir Percy?" Geoffrey
asked.
"Oh come now Lord Geoffrey, one night with your wife is not worth £500. In any
case I can get plenty of ladies in my own houses. Ladies far prettier than your
wife." They all knew he meant the ladies of pleasure in his whore houses.
"You won't take an IOU?"
"Geoffrey, you know it is against our rules. Besides I would probably have to
wait months before you either won enough elsewhere to pay me or until one of
your ships docks with its cargo. Perhaps you'll have to sell part of the estate
but that could takes weeks too."
"Would you take my wife for a week then?"
"As I said Geoffrey, I have no need for another woman of pleasure." Sir Percy
paused. "Perhaps.....?"
"What is it man?" Geoffrey thought he saw a little hope. He knew Sir Percy could
be ruthless with debtors and was half suspecting him to suggest passing a piece
of property to him which when sold would raise far more than £500.
"I know you regularly chastise your wife, as of course you should. We do have
clients that like to chastise women too but it is not easy to persuade the
regular girls to allow it and of course it takes them away from their normal
duties and can keep them from work for a week or so. How about letting your wife
become one of my girls for a week until she earns an amount equivalent to your
debt?"
"For one week only? And no permanent damage?"
"Yes, I will return her next Sunday evening. She will be well marked of course
but nothing that won't heal in time." The pair shook hands on the deal.
Violet tried to protest but received a slap across her face from Geoffrey. "I
have no choice woman and in any case it will be nice not to see your ugly face
for a week."
"Get a length of cord and a cloak for her Geoffrey, if you please. I wish to
bind her hands so she cannot run easily and in this weather she might catch a
cold and die before she's earned her money." With that the party broke up.
Robert and Michael wished Percy good luck with her and each left in their
respective coaches.
*****
Ghost Violet sprang them forward in time by a couple of hours to Sir Percy's
bedroom where he was showing his prize to Edwina his wife. "You think we can
earn £500 with her in a week?" Edwina was saying, "Even the attractive girls
can't earn that much."
"Only because they don't allow themselves to be well and truly thrashed. This
one doesn't have a choice."
"Ah, yes, I can see they way you're thinking now," Edwina responded, "We can
allow her to be well whipped and get clients to pay to see it done. I'd like to
see it done too. How will we go about it? With a face like that we can't sit her
in one of Madame Warboys windows."
"It's late now. Let's discus it in the morning. I'll just tie her to the bedpost
unless you want her in bed with us again." Percy tied her wrists to the foot of
the bed.
*****
Eric felt himself on the move again and when he looked, wintry sun shone through
the windows. Percy and Edwina were stirring and a maid brought in breakfast. She
was ordered to untie Violet from the bed, take her to the kitchen and feed her
without untying her wrists. She was to be brought back when the maid came to
clear away the breakfast things. Violet hadn't slept. The floor was hard, her
position uncomfortable and the knowledge she was to be used as a whipping block
for sadistic men frightened her badly.
On her return, her wrists were released and Edwina crisply ordered "Undress
completely." Edwina inspected her body thoroughly and poked her fingers in every
orifice. "You're right, Percy, she is a tight one. If we can hide the head,
she's got quite a fair body. Nice plump arse which can take plenty of
punishment. Titties too are well rounded. We might well make a bit from her if
clients are allowed a fairly free rein on what they do."
"Lady Violet," Sir Percy began, "I have decided how you will pay off Geoffrey's
debt in one week. Unfortunately as you have gathered it will be quite painful
for you but really that is not my concern except in that I must keep my part of
the bargain and return you next Sunday with no marks that won't heal in time.
They may take a long time to heal but your husband didn't specify a time limit
on that. We will take you to Madame Warboys establishment. Tonight and until
Wednesday, you will be offered at £15 a time. For that a client can lay on ten
strokes with a lightish tawse on any part of your body, even the very tender
areas and afterwards they can fuck you in any hole they desire. Thursday and
Friday you will be allowed to recover ready for Saturday evening when we will be
staging a tableaux in which you will be the star."
Violet tried to plead with him even though she knew it was a waste of time. Sir
Percy ignored the pleas and added a warning, "One other thing you have to
remember, Violet, you must earn £1,000 in the week, not £500. Madame Warboys
takes half of what you earn for her own expenses and for the upkeep of her
establishment."
Fast forwarding in time by only a few hours, Eric and Violet found themselves in
a sumptuously decorated room. Madame Warboys parlour. Five young men in their
early twenties were arguing or rather haggling with her. One named Tom seemed to
be the spokesman.
"Madame Warboys, you have advertised that for £15 we can stroke Lady Theyer ten
times with the tawse and then have her in any way. There are five of us. Could
you not see your way to allowing us all this service for £65? A small discount I
think you will agree when it all comes in as one lump sum with no waiting for
the next client to turn up." The Madame demurred but in the end Tom's persuasive
tongue won the day.
"No longer than an hour and a half," were her parting words as she instructed a
burly man to show the gentlemen to the lady's cellar. "Josh will remain in a
corner out of the way but won't interfere unless you break the conditions."
In ghost form, Eric and Violet followed them. Violet was sitting on a low bed
wrapped in a blanket. "She's only had one client before you, Sirs," Josh
informed them.
Tom removed the blanket and asked the others to bring the lamps closer so they
could have a better look. Her back, breasts, groin and buttocks all showed the
tell-tale bluish stripes left by the tawse. A little spunk dribbled from her
vagina. "Looks like her previous client tickled her a bit all over," he
remarked, "I think what we will do is to concentrate on sensitive areas. We've
only an hour and a half to play with her so I suggest that to get the most fuck
time in, we get to thrashing her now. We do it all in one go so she is nice and
sore and sensitive for fucking afterwards." The others seemed to be in
agreement.
"Help me string her up by her ankles with her legs apart, then we'll give her
cunt a good baker's dozen, same to her tits and a dozen each to her belly and
arse. That'll use up our allotted fifty," Tom continued.
"Do you know what they mean by a baker's dozen, Eric?" asked Violet.
"Of course. I am just old enough to remember our local baker giving 13 rolls if
you asked for a dozen," Eric replied.
"Yes, and they are going to do it in the cruelest way possible."
By now the young Violet they were watching was tied upside down from the rafters
with her crotch wide open. Her hands hung down but they couldn't quite reach the
floor. Tom took his stance in front of her, his breeches showing a distinct
bulge. Without any hesitation he brought the tawse crashing down centrally on
her slit. The split ends followed around the crease of her arse and bit into her
anal opening. A horrendous scream came from the victim but she wasn't given any
time to recover. Three more strokes followed one after the other with very
little pause.
Tom examined the result. "Her cunt lips are swelling nicely," he announced, "By
the time we're done the opening will almost be closed so it will grip our pricks
tightly and they'll be nice and tender so she'll feel it when we push them apart
and give her a good fucking. Too many of these high born ladies like to keep
their cunts unavailable except in exceptional circumstances. Well Lady Theyer,
these are exceptional circumstances." Without more ado he laid on the final six
strokes. Violet's hoarse cries faded at the ninth as she passed out. The cruel
youths laughed at her swinging lifeless and carried on with her punishment.
Harry put the final three of the baker's dozen on her crotch and then had her
hauled a little higher so he could start lashing her tits. The others thought it
fun to swing Violet so she swung up to meet each stroke of the tawse. Harry had
almost finished his session when his victim started to regain consciousness.
Nevertheless the others carried on until by the end of the fiftieth Violet was
just a swinging limp mass of tortured flesh.
"My God, Vi, how can people do this to a helpless woman?" Eric's jelly form was
shaking although Violet was trying to hold and comfort him.
"Everyone was more cruel in those days but there were a few that had the power
and temperament to be real sadists and Madame Warboys catered for their tastes."
They stayed and watched as Tom unmercifully raped the girl who was now thrown
down on the bed and then Violet whisked them both back to the 2001 cottage. It
had more comforts than its quaint 1866 predecessor and Violet wanted to hold him
tight.
It took over an hour before Eric was reasonably calm. "All this whipping and
stuff is alright in one's imagination," he said, "But not when it is for real
and when it is happening to the woman you love."
Frieda called by just as he was beginning to compose himself. She remarked that
Eric seemed upset. "He dosed off and had a bit of a nightmare," explained Violet
but she could see Frieda didn't believe her.
Next morning it poured with rain so they stayed in a did a general clean of the
house before settling down in the conservatory. "You do realise, dear, that
there is worse to come." Violet opened the conversation. "But perhaps I ought to
finish that episode."
"As you saw, I wasn't aware of what was happening all the time. I vaguely
remember each of the youths having me at least once and one of them used my
bottom hole as well. I do remember Josh bringing Madame Warboys down and she
castigated him for letting it happen. He answered that she had told him to leave
them alone provided they kept to the rules. "They used to rules to the full," he
said, "But they didn't break any."
I remember being carried upstairs and washed and salve being put on and given a
dose of the morphine mixture. Having gone back since and watched, I saw they did
indeed take the greatest care of me. Polly, an elderly rather portly lady, was
in charge and she seemed to have sympathy for me and treated me very gently.
Madame Warboys came in the next afternoon and grumbled because she said Polly
had given me too much morphine and I would not be able to earn anything that
day. Polly had been there long enough to stand her ground with her employer.
"Rachel," she said, "Do you want this lady reasonably fit for Saturday or not?
It's going to be a full time job to get her looking at all decent by then. Then
she's got to go through it all again and worse I expect." Fortunately at the
time I didn't hear the conversation. All I vaguely remember is a somewhat
euphoric state for a few days.
