Copyright, kayce69@fsworld.co.uk

 

 

                         Another story from Pagan.

 

 

         All you have to do is see the servants are kept busy.

 

 

I thought, that tapestry could be repaired, it wouldn’t take long; after all I had been schooled in fine needle work and I, oh god who cares about the stupid pictorial depicted on the wall, I was only thinking about it to blot out what had happened to me and would happen again and again. What happiness I felt as I remembered those words, It was going to be so easy, he said, I would be lady of the manor, he said, just rule the home and keep the servants busy, he said.

 

Just likeI remember when my father said, Miss Sara Morton Brown would one day be a lady; he would hold my chin and with his warm smile spread across his lips tell me that my charm, sensibility, demure disposition and beauty would be irresistible to any man, his loving words were always followed by, as long as she kept herself to herself. I didn’t realize what he meant, how could I, having never been involved with other women, but I had to keep something called virginity safe and let no man touch me until it was in my own matrimonial home but I don’t think he meant it, well not like it is now.

 

Oh Father why did you go and have to die, I stayed with you, never left your side, you meant everything to me after our lose when my mother died at my tender age of six, that was bad enough, but for you to go when I was but seventeen, how could this be what did I know of this world?

 

Male tutors taught me knowledge, I am well versed in our empire, our Queen Victoria, how industry would change our world, new horizons in India, the Americas and my religious education is second to none but I knew nothing of what a girl should know.

 

I thought I had beauty, my father had told me and he would never lie. I would look at myself when I would bath, a nice 5foot 6 frame and what I thought was the right proportions. I knew about breasts and thought mine a little large but having seen pictures of my mother thought it natural. The nipples, from what I had read about were for breast feeding my young but they seemed excessively long, they would sometimes hurt when they rubbed on my bodice and how they thickened when I was cold was but a mystery to me.

 

My waist was very slender, it seemed the curve of my bottom almost disappeared in to it and I used to think about the things in books, one such book said a baby would form inside my stomach, I remember shaking my head as to how the tight firm skin would hold such a thing and when it would happen. I even wondered about the hair that neatly curled above the hole for losing my water but when I started bleeding the words, its what women do, from my embarrassed tutors had me more than confused.

 

No, I knew nothing of the world but I did know that outside my front door it was a place that frightened me.

 

That fear was soon realized at the funeral. I met my aunt and two cousins, young uncoothed scruffy men, slightly older than me, I felt sick as I saw the grins on their faces when their mother told me I was to live with them, she just droned on as my young mind tried to understand that due to some over seas business failure my fathers house, our family home had been forfeit to the debtors, she sneered at me as she said anyway you’ll like it, it’s a nice room and you better be grateful.

 

I couldn’t believe it, I stood there staring at the three of them, my jaw dropped and all I heard was one cousin say to the other, “Looks nice with her mouth open,” as I turned to hide my tears the other said, “Any ideas what we should put in it?” if only I had known what they meant.

 

My so called nice room was in the attic, Andrew and Roland shared a large room under mine and Aunt Miriam occupied the front of the house, the housekeeper had a room but living close by, she hardly used it, I hated the house there were no locks on the doors, which meant I had to use the bathroom when no one was about.

I kept myself to myself, I had brought my books so I studied, using the excuse that I must learn to make my way in the world so I may repay her kindness, that was what I hoped she thought not that I really wanted to get away from her and the continual nasty remarks and unnecessary touching of my body from the other two.

 

My sanctuary lasted but three weeks. It was a Tuesday night, I sat in my room, I had finished work on my tapestry but I couldn’t sleep even though it was late my mind wrestled with the fears people instilled in me now I was alone in the world, suddenly my thoughts were disturbed by squeals and slapping noises coming from downstairs. I was worried, what could be happening, so I took the decision to find out; with my heart thumping fast slowly a crept down the stairs.

 

As I crept further down the grunts and slaps got louder, surly my Aunt wasn’t having to chastise her sons at their age, I knew they were unruly but, if in body alone they were nearly men.

I could see my Aunts room door, it was slightly open, light came from the crack at the side, I crept closer, the noise’s from the room masking any sound I made.

 

I had to clasp my hand to my mouth at the sight that greeted my inquisitive eyes.

On the floor knelt my Aunt, she was naked, her hands clasped behind her head, Andrew was naked and standing in front of her, he had something between his legs, it looked attached, it was long and thick like a pole, pink as his own flesh but hard and it was pushing in to my Aunts mouth.

 

Behind her stood Roland, he to had a similar thing between his legs only it wasn’t hard, it hung down with a fleshy pouch behind it, in his hand he held a riding crop which he flicked viciously at my Aunts naked buttocks, it was her that was making the squealing, grunting noises.

 

I stood there mesmerized by the scene before me; the more Roland slapped her bottom the more my Aunt wiggled it around at the same time moving her head quickly back and forth, the thing in her mouth seemed so long. I stifled a gasp as she let go of it, it was huge; she kissed and licked up and down what looked like a roll of meat with a large bulbous head; I felt sick as she kissed the tip before starting to lick it, her mouth then moving down to the weird pouch under it, I gagged as she tried to get it in to her mouth.

 

Roland bent behind her, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, he put his hand down and played with her bottom before I watched it slide under and between her spread thighs, he was pushing his fingers up inside her water hole, my Aunt was wiggling even more as she started to suck Andrew’s meat back in to her mouth.

 

Roland was giggling, saying things that were strange to my ears, “Mothers a fine cock sucker, still the best, what say you brother?” Andrew was pumping his hip towards my Aunt and this long thing seemed to be completely in her mouth, I was wondering how she could do it as he sniggered back, “Sucks all the way as long as a finger is stuck up her, you want to fill her mouth before with both take her to the bed and do her other holes later?”

 

There seemed to be urgency now, they all moved franticly, then it happened; Andrew held her hands to the back of her head and pushed. At the same time Roland thrust his fingers up inside her and I gasped, it must have been heard because at the same time Andrew suddenly pulled the thing out of Aunts mouth and white globs of sticky juice spurt from a hole on the end covering my Aunts face and breast’s.

 

She didn’t move, she swayed as the stringy white stuff covered her face but she still stayed knelt and her hands stayed clasped behind her head, as I stepped back I could still see Roland as he moved, he came around in front of her and my Aunt started licking his long thing, I nearly stumbled as I watched it grow long and hard before my eyes.

 

As I turned to go back upstairs I saw him push it in to her mouth. Slowly I crept back, my mind in turmoil as I tried to understand what I had seen. I lay in bed, if I couldn’t sleep before I certainly couldn’t now.

 

Thankfully I must have dozed off because it was Jane the housekeeper that woke me, telling me breakfast was ready, a quick wash and I was down.

“My you look like you had a bad night,” I jumped Roland was behind me he hadn’t gone out, I said something like I stayed up finishing my tapestry work, stammering as I added, I didn’t realise how late it was, he just grinned at me as he said, “Oh I thought it was something you’d eaten or is it, wished you had,” I ignored him.

 

I quickly ate and returned upstairs, my aim to catch up on some sleep. I must have been successful  because when I woke it was dark and I was hungry. I went downstairs but the house was empty, grabbing some cheese and bread I scurried back upstairs, rushed through the door and put the chair back under the handle.

 

“Hello cousin Sara,” I froze in horror as I felt a hand on my shoulder.

I went to move the chair, as I did I dropped the plate, but it was to late, other hands grabbed my arms and dragged them behind me, I felt rope roughly binding my wrists, I struggled to get away only to hear Roland mocking me, “Got you now little Sara, you’re not going anywhere.”

Andrew joined in, “Enjoy the show last night well we think you can do better then ma-mar and as dear ma-mar has gone out we have all night to prove it.”

 

My squealed protests could never be heard, I knew we were too high and so did they as they dragged me to my bed.

Their evil grins will live with me the rest of my life, my pleas for mercy were just laughed away, I knew nothing of the plans, why me, what had I done that they should force themselves upon me, I begged in the name of all that was good to be left in peace only to get Roland laughing at me as he pushed me on to the bed, “The only good piece right now is you.”

 

I struggled as I watched them remove their breeches, their long things daggled obscenely between their legs; soon they were on me, positioning me the length of my bed as first Roland then Andrew climbed on.

Roland attacked my blouse, unbuttoning it, pulling it from my skirt then dragging my bodice down until my breasts were bare before him, as he did that so Andrew pushed my skirt up until he could pull on the ribbon of my bloomers, loosening them so he could pull them down, it seemed my begging only increased the crazed actions.

 

Roland bent his head, his eyes feasting on my naked breast’s, in a crazed laugh he almost shouted, “You have got to see such nipples,” Andrew stopped, he slid up my body as both of them started to suck at my naked breast’s. They made me cry out as their teeth pulled at my nipples, I felt finger’s touching me between my legs as digit after digit pushed in to me, Andrew stopped sucking my nipple, he looked at me, “My, my cousin Sara you have got great nipples, the like of which I have never seen before and I will use them time and time again and in the none to distant future you can be sure but now I must taste what must surely be a sweet tight virgin cunny.”

 

Roland was now free to molest both my breasts as Andrew slid down and down the bed until I felt his elbows thumping in to my thighs as they forced my knees apart, Roland grinned at me, “Come now cousin, don’t disobey us or life will be the worst for you. There’s no need of shyness your only going to get your titties sucked and your only going to get your cunt fucked and maybe your cute bottom will take a stiff cock tonight as well and there’s nothing you can do about, we will fuck you tonight and many more nights, get used to it, its you roll in this house the same as ma-mars and your first duty is sucking my cock, don’t fight it, its what women are for, so just open those pretty lips.”

 

I tried to answer but all I could do was jump and squirm as I felt Andrews tongue, he was getting some sort of satisfaction licking my water hole, pushing his tongue inside and sucking at the hard nub at the top of it, his fingers were pulling the hole open giving himself access to my innermost parts.

 

Roland could see I was shaking, he straddled my chest and daggled his fat meat over my lips, “Come on little miss innocent, I saw you last night and you saw ma-mar as she sucked us off so now its your turn to get on with the same, what we call paying lip service to your masters.”

 

He put his hand back and pinched my nipple, the pain was such that I had to open my mouth, his foul meat shoved inside and he began to pump it in to me, pushing it to the back of my throat. I tried to stop him, I was confused all the time my mouth was being used Andrew was pushing his fingers in to me, deeper and deeper, he hurt, my dry hole wouldn’t accommodate his continual thrusting, much as he kept fingering me then licking and spitting on his finger before continuing his assault, he still hurt, I wanted to protest but couldn’t as Roland’s fat meat was now getting fatter, harder and longer, completely filling my mouth.

 

Roland grinned down at me, “Is cousin Sara enjoying her face fuck, you do look splendid with a cock in your mouth, it really suits you, I knew it would from the first day I saw you, quite a complement to think that I had decided there and then to fuck every hole you have for many years to come.” He was now breathing heavy, he grabbed my hair and dragged my head up and forward as he crammed his meat further in to my mouth, I squealed around it as I felt a sharp pain between my legs, my squeal around his meat must have sent Roland over as he shouted, “And here’s your first load, here you are cousin swallow this for your fucking supper.”

 

My mouth filled with a strange salty taste then spurts of warm liquid hit the back of my throat, I gagged, I thought I would drown in the filth. He pulled back, back enough for me to gulp air as well as this juice but all he did was laugh as I swallowed and coughed, groaning for what seemed to be his pleasure.

 

I had only just caught my breath when he slapped the hideous thing back on my lips, “Lick it clean, you won’t want a dirty cock up your bottom later,” as I tried to comply with his order I heard Andrew say, “You can use her cunny next if you want, my finger went all the way, our pretty little cousin isn’t a virgin any more so we may as well enjoy all of her goodies.”  

 

“You clean her cunny up,” Roland grinned in my face, “Hear that cousin, we are going to clean your cunny up, then fuck it all tonight and then night after night after that, I bet you’re going to look real nice with out these silly clothes, I know you have a hell of a body and later I’m going to love stripping you and playing with it.”

 

They both got off the bed, as Andrew rubbed a wet cloth over my abused hole I heard Roland say, “Right, tie her legs, then I think first we will take a beer, find the riding crops in mothers room, then a satisfying cigarette before back here for an amusing night of just fucking our cousin Sara,” he turned and grinned at me, “You thought you were tired last night, well tomorrow I don’t think you will be fit enough to get out of bed in fact I bet you will still be here when we come to use you again, which I can promise you will be much more fun as tomorrow night we will have you and dear ma-mar to play with,” I lay there bound hand and foot as he went down stairs laughing at me, “You will love the taste of her cunny in your mouth as she will licking yours.”

 

I fought hard against the rope, it wouldn’t move, I was in a panic, was this it, to spend the rest of my young age having these awful things that seemed to have no meaning at all being done to me by this strange family, suddenly I remembered my tapestry box, there were sharp scissors in there.

 

With in five minutes I was pulling my clothes straight and sliding quietly down the stairs, I grabbed my purse and coat and was out the door and away, away where, the housekeeper Jane, she lived somewhere near the embankment.

 

The fog got thicker as I struggled through the narrow streets. I tried to remember her address, I thought Blake street or was it Burn or Blaine street I looked everywhere. As I dodged  horse’s  and carriages I knew I was getting close to the river, the smell of seaweed and the rattle of carts along with the noise of rowdy bars frightened me, my heart pounded as I searched street names, suddenly an arm gripped mine.

 

“What’s the hurry little lady, lost or something?” I looked round only to see a large ugly man, his arms covered in tattoos, behind I saw three more, one, a black gentleman grinned at me, his gold teeth shone in the dim lamp light, the first one spoke again, “I said are you lost, can we help, you know a nice little thing like you shouldn’t be out here alone.” I stammered, “I’m looking for a street,” he stifled a giggle, “There’s a lot of them around here love, which one?”

 

I was in a panic, “I think its something like Blake or Burn street, its near the docks,” the one with gold teeth tapped the first man on the shoulder, “Burn street is down that alley,” his finger pointed over my head, as I turned to look in that direction I was propelled towards a dark alley.

 

I tried to speak to them; I remember I nearly fell as my head turned up, turning to speak, they were so big but I tried, “Please are you sure this is the way, it doesn’t look the type of place she would live,” but they still jostled me, pushing me in to the gloom of the alley, I was about to say that they were wrong and it was a dead end when suddenly they stopped.

 

I turned to see where we were but all I could see was them, I tried to explain, it’s a dead end I told them, I need to look elsewhere, thank you for your help but I should be going, but they took know notice of my trying to get past, they pushed me further back, hands grabbed at me, some one got behind me, holding me, I struggled but I was held tight as the leader grabbed my jaw, “There’s only place your going and that’s down on your knees,” he looked at the man behind me, “Get her down and hold her, I’m first in her mouth.”

 

I had no chance they were far to strong, I soon found myself on my knees as was the man holding me, I couldn’t scream his arm held me around the throat his other hand gripped my hair, all I could see was the glint of the gold teeth as the black man watched the leader unbuckle his trousers.

 

I could only squeak my pleas for mercy, please gentlemen stop this, its wrong I beseech you to stop, its, it is unchristian of you, you are breaking the law, I am refusing your attention so release me, he just laughed at me, “The only thing I’m breaking is my balls so stop talking and start sucking,” his filthy meat pushed at my lips.

 

The pain in my head forced me to surrender I opened my mouth and for the second time in two hours I found a man’s meat thrusting in to my mouth. I tried to concentrate, again I was trying not to choke, he was yelling, “Suck it, suck it,” I still didn’t understand but I wanted to live so I tried doing as he told me, then I heard the others talking.

There were gruff voices, “You going to fuck her?” then another voice, “No I’ll wait until we get her on the boat,” I panicked as much as I could as another voice said, “She’ll be good for the voyage, use her as fuck meat until we get to Edinburgh then we can sell her to one of the dock whore house’s.”

 

I struggled but still I was held, the foul meat tasted awful but it was filling my mouth, the huge head rubbed in to the roof of my mouth running along before jabbing in to my throat, I could hardly open my jaw wide enough to get it all in, it was much more than Roland’s, even while my mouth was being abused I thought why were these things different sizes, as I thought that I felt it swelling even more as his thrusting became faster, the fear returned as I heard him boast, “Watch me fill her mouth lads, watch me make her swallow but I tell you this ones a innocent we’ll enjoy fucking her every day for the next two months,” I still didn’t understand what they meant, what these words meant but now I had other things to worry about I was trying to swallow as more warm fluid filled my mouth.

 

A gruff voice almost deafened me, “There you go sweetheart, enjoy having a face fuck did you well get used to it, your pretty little mouth is going to be sucking cocks and swallowing cum all the way to Scotland.”

 

Hands were all over me, pulling at my bodice gabbing at my breasts as the man behind shook my head making me swallow all the warm salty liquid, I was trying to cry out, begging them to stop but all I heard were voice, “Come on, knock her out lets get her back to the boat and get her strung up and naked, I can’t wait to start fucking her cunt,” all these words were foreign to me but I was still frightened, then suddenly without warning the shouts changed, they became cries.

 

Thumping noises and shouts, more like screams of pain filled the air as they suddenly left me. Frightened I looked up, a huge man stood over me, a club in his hands and I could see blood dripping from the end, I waited for him to strike when a gently hand took my arm, I looked up, my eyes fell on a kind mature face, his eyes smiled back at me, “Come my dear, don’t worry, they won’t be coming back, Danvers has seen to that.

 

I tried to thank him but all he did was smile and point to a grand carriage, “Lets get you cleaned up young lady, I didn’t think you were the type to invite that kind of attention,” with his help I staggered to the carriage.

 

The huge man walked in front, nobody stood in our way, nobody dared. I found myself in the warmth of the carriage wrapped in a large cosy rug as I explained my predicament.

He listened to my plight, shaking his head as her heard how I had given my trust to family and strangers only to find myself abused. I ended up crying like a baby until he patted my hand and said, “I think a few days in the country would do you a lot of good young lady,” he lent out of the window and said something to the big man and the carriage lurched forward.

 

The ride took over two hours and as we rode through the country side. My life, being simple was easy to tell. I found out he was a widower, his wife had died at child birth and he made no means that he was a man of wealth but had not been well sense his wife died and his house keeping had gone to ruin, no control over unruly staff, there was no one to keep the servants busy, the house keeper, gardeners and men servants were a rule unto them-selves and he had business elsewhere so control was lacking, he smiled as he suggested that maybe I would like to earn my keep and live safely at Highgate Hall by being head housekeeper.

 

The next three months were heaven, we all worked together, Mr Highgate was amazed at the way I controlled the staff, though myself I didn’t think I did anything but they worked well and they gave him respect, it was then we became close. It was as we approached the time for his first business trip away that he intimated his feeling towards me, he loved my innocence’s, I remember he laughed as I asked what those men had been saying but he didn’t answer, the fact I was chaste and of good character made him warm to me and that if I stayed that way on his return we could became more than just friends.

 

My heart jumped, was this to be my matrimonial home, was I to be lady of the manor?

 

He enjoyed being able to continue his business ventures, as he said, that was where the money was. His first wife had always begged him not to go, he knew she fritted as when he returned she always looked tired and would keep by his side when he was home, but now he felt better knowing I would always be my charming innocent self.

 

I watched his carriage disappear through the gate, I gave a little prayer that the next three months would pass quickly; as I turned to go back up the steps I stifled a tear, his last words filled my mind, remember my dear all you have to do is see that the servants are kept busy.

 

I went to my room to compose myself; I knew I couldn’t be seen by the staff in this state, I waited about half an hour then thought a walk in the grounds would be beneficial and refreshing.

I walked to the sculpture garden expecting to see the gardeners busy but the rakes lay on the ground and the wheelbarrow lay on its side. My next stop must be the stables, again no-one, in a hurry I made my way back to the house.

I passed bucket and cloth at the windows but where were the servants, as I made my way to the back door I could hear laughter from the kitchen parlour.

 

My stomach turned over as I approached the parlour door, there had to be an explanation maybe just a misunderstanding, I gently pushed at the door, I first saw Rogers the groom, he roared with laughter as he saw me peeking around the door, “Well if it isn’t the young Miss Morton Brown come in and sit yourself down,” I went to move as I heard Todd the stable boy say, “Ya come in here darling and sit on this,” I was confused, I pushed in but I couldn’t see another seat.

 

Mrs Dorking was very silly, giggling for no reason, I bit like my two cousins when they had been drinking but surly not her, but like the others she was laughing and I felt at me as she said, "Hello lovely, just been talking bout you, your ears burning?" it was then I was sure Sugget the gardener said, "I'd like to burn her but not her ears," then he used a strange word, "More like her cute arse."

 

They all laughed so I thought I better do the same, laughing along with them, that seemed to break the ice as they laughed even more, it was Reith the house man that suddenly said, “ Mr Rogers I thought you were going to suggest to Miss Brown that now that the master has gone away she should learn to ride, you do still have the ladies saddle that the late mistress was trained on?”

 

I was taken aback as Todd threw his head back and roared, And we all know what happened to her after her riding lessons, she had to---,” Rodgers snapped, “Silence boy,” he looked coyly at me, “Sorry marm we let him have a little drink, the boys not used to it, now where were we, oh yes what do you think about doing some riding?” Todd got up and pushed past me, he had his hand over his mouth but I knew he was still laughing.

 

Reith came up to me, “We will try a session this very afternoon, shall we say around three, I’ll make sure I have finished my duties and be on hand to assist Mr Rogers should the need arise, would be nice to have one over on Mr Danvers when he returns, he does have a tendency to think women are not for the great outdoors, don’t you agree?” he smiled at me, I thought how kind of him to think of my welfare.

 

As I returned to my inspection of the cleaning I noticed all the male servants scurrying about their business, everything was once again fine at Highgate Hall and I thought how good of them to be concerned over me now my protector, Mr Highgate was away.

 

It was ten minutes to three, as I walked towards the stable, I must admit to being a little fearful but Reith’s remarks about showing off to Danvers was exciting, I hoped I had dressed correctly, I had thought of a long loose fitting dress, I had left my bustle off, instead choosing bloomers and firm under top, short but strong boots and my hair tied up top and tight, there was most certainty a tingle in the air.   

 

Rogers and Reith stood by a brown fine horse, it looked enormous to me, and it was fitted with a saddle, I had never seen a saddle before and I thought how strange that it should have a short pole like thing fastened in the centre but what did I know of such things. They turned as I entered, gave a courteous nod and with a smile beckoned me towards the horse.

 

Reith took my hand and told me that he would watch and be on hand should I fall, we were only going to trot around today, Mr Rogers would lead but not let go, then he waited while Rogers fetched some steps, with them holding the horse I attentively climbed upwards.

 

As I reached the top Rogers explained that I should let my dress billow front and back and not to let it bunch up under me, this was a learners saddle built to give added security to the novice, I was to sit astride and get comfortable, I took a deep breath before I threw my leg up and over and while pulling my skirt out from under me lowered myself down.

 

The nub shaped pole felt uncomfortable, I didn’t know how it fitted, Rogers told me to move around until it felt secure but I could hardly say it felt easier when it was in my water hole, but the material of my bloomers helped cushion the pressure and fortunately I had just finished that strange time when I bled. I smiled and nodded that I was ready, Rogers ran his hand over his thick beard then looked at Reith before saying, “Walk on,” and we moved out.

 

As we left the stable Reith shouted, “Just rock gently to the movement of the horse,” I did and it did feel easier especially as the nub pushed in deeper and felt securer.

Roger’s walked a little further, he turned and nodded, I nodded back, “Just squeeze the saddle a little, use your thigh muscles as I may walk a little faster, maybe even run a bit then back, just to let you get the feel, remember what Mr Reith said, bounce with the rhythm of the horse,” he started to quicken the pace.

 

The nub thing seemed to slip out then in again, it made me feel strange, not uncomfortable but it seemed to slip in easier as though I was wet. I must say I felt dampness around it but a slippery damp, and it seemed as I got damper a little tingling sensation filled my stomach, I was a little pleased when he went back to a walking pace I found I could catch my breath again.

 

Then without warning he started to run, we were moving in a large circle and as the horse seemed to lean to the right the nub was rubbing me, I suddenly realised that the moister had made my bloomers so wet that they had torn, the pole thing was actually now rubbing inside me and the tingling was making me dizzy.

 

Roger’s ran, walked slowly, walked quickly and ran again now moving the horse in a figure of eight, as the horse changed direction so I bounced around, like-wise the nub moved all around inside me, I began to swoon, the sensation was making my head spin, I could see, but only in a blur that we were heading back into the stables.

 

As we came to a holt I started to faint, I could just feel Reith lifting me from the horse, I must have been a handful as he was actually lifting me by holding and squeezing my breast’s, he held me like that for a few moment. Then he passed me down, Roger’s must have tried to grip my legs, in my state it must have been difficult as I felt his hand slide under my dress, as I lowered so his hand travelled up my bloomers and slid in to the torn gusset, his whole hand was over my naked water hole.

 

I was very over come, so they held me like that for a while before lowering me to the ground. In my confused state I heard Reith say, “ Her dress is too tight,” Roger’s laughed, “Well we know what she needs she needs air,” with that I felt fingers on my dress, all the buttons on the front of my dress were undone, and my bodice top dragged down my arms. I felt cold hands on my now naked breast’s, squeezing them and my nipples, which were now very long and thick were being pulled; I knew I must awake, fortunately I must have mumbled something because my bodice top was quickly dragged back up my arms.

 

The next thing I heard was Roger’s, “Oh well done miss, you’re all right, did you enjoy that?” while quickly buttoning my top I struggled up, I could see the concern on their face’s so I said that I was fine, apologizing for my silliness and that it must have been the excitement, Reith laughed and said, “Good, same time tomorrow then and we will take it a step further.”

 

I tried my hardest to walk out of the stable, I didn’t want them to see me, the wetness between my legs made me embarrassed and I still felt quite dizzy. Some how I found my way back to the house and literally dragged myself up the stair by gripping the banister rail, not knowing where the strength was coming from as I made it to the top. My room swayed in front of me as I clutched at the handle, the door opened and I crumbled to the floor.

 

Like a distant voice I heard Mrs Dorking, and I seemed to be lifted on to the bed, it was like a muffled voice in another room as I tried to make out what it was she was saying, “Well, well dearie they have got you in a right mess, well lets have these clothes off and take a peek, looking at you maybe there’s time to have a taste and see what all the fuss is about.”

 

I was pulled, pushed and tossed around but I didn’t have the strength to open my eyes let alone help myself, then the weirdest sensation, it was like but not like what had happened with my cousin’s. Between my legs felt wet and something smooth was playing over my hole, the tingling came back. As I felt a strange feeling in my nipples my body must have jumped and I know I groaned because I’m sure Dorking said, “Mm dearie, you taste as sweet as nutmeg no wonder the boys what some of that to play with, be soon like the old days, another helpless little fuck toy to be used while masters away,” but I was to exhausted to understand and the words seemed to jumble in my head.

 

I must have fainted because when I woke I was in clean under garments. I hurriedly dressed, checked myself in the mirror and raced down stairs to find out what was going on. To my amazement all was quite, the dish’s were done, the house was clean, I looked out side all was neat and tidy and no one was to be seen, I knew Danvers would be back tomorrow but I didn’t realize they were that bothered, I smiled as I remembered the words, they are an unruly lot, I smiled to myself, how wrong could he be.

 

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, Roger’s and Reith were in deep conversation, 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 congratulated 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.

 

Roger’s stood with Danvers, 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 with out 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, with out 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, it smelt very strong. As I took a sip Danvers pushed at the glass and the liquid filled my mouth. I swallowed it all, it felt like fire in my throat, I coughed as Roger’s 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 in to 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 our hands behind up 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 else where 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 Roger’s 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 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 Roger’s began to run and that same tingle, only ten fold 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, the ribbed edging on the leather nub rubbed inside me, oh god the feeling was becoming over whelming, I felt wet, was I going to relieve myself, what was the feeling that was engulfing me, I squealed for him to stop, I could do nothing with my hands tied, suddenly Danvers rode to the side and took the reigns from Roger’s and we moved faster.

 

The horse’s were now trotting at a fast pace, 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 over powering 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 school girl.

 

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 lead to the house. The bridle path was very uneven and suddenly the horse was taking shorter strides, I bounced up and down very fast, I 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 I couldn’t understand these feeling, as I bounced faster so I leaked a wet slippery juice over the saddle, 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 wrist. 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 to much of a state to protest as he handed me down to the smiling Rodger’s, I wanted to tell him my hands weren’t free but he ignored my mumblings.

 

I felt more hands lifting me it was as though I was flying, my body tingled, I was a 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 on to the mattress. I looked through blurred eyes at three shapes, as my body convulsed in to another spasm they seemed to descend on me, a muffled voice said, “Right we’ve wanted 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, 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, fingers pushed at my hole, first one went then two, in and out, in and out, the feeling was over powering me, mouth sucked at me nipples, 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 gona 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, lets 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, 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, my hips bucked upward, not once but over and over again, the feelings forced me, my body had a will of its own, I couldn’t help it.

 

The sucking of my nipples caused them to swell, 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, tongues snaked between my own panting lips, I could taste male saliva mixing with mine as the intruders 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 excited my inner body, my enter being was lost in this new found emotion when  with out warning my eyes opened wide to see Danvers prone across me, his knees pushed between mine and something large and hard was pushing up in to me, his meat thing was trying to get in to 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, what ever it was it felt huge as it rammed up in to me, then it slid back, then up again, to my horror I felt a new sensation, over powering all the other, 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 uncontrollable in to 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 in to 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 then 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, 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 your pretty mouth.”

 

In my weakened state I was no match for such brutish strength, 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, 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, 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 in to 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 cousin and that sailor had come back to haunt me. My head was dragged down and the foul bulbous head jabbed in to 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 in to my water hole again. Without warning it rammed in to 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 gasp’s 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 spasm’s 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, the feeling were driving my to the edge of insanity; my mouth filled with salvia, 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 Roger’s thing pulled out then as he rammed back up my hole, little grunting noise’s 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 arse hole 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 over whelming 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 to 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 dieing 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, Rogers saw to the horse, I blinked up, tears filled my eyes but all I could see was this repulsive man grinning down at me, his long thick meat still hung 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 shock 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 dieing 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, 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 lets get you back to the house.”

 

My torn bloomers daggled 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 deary, did the boys give you a good seeing to, had their fun did they, they been dieing 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 lesson 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 in to the other end then held the end on the fosit, I felt the water fill me before pouring back in to the bucket under me, Reith laughed, “There, all you 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, “Late 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 your 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 I will clear you out, its only when the master fucks you, you leave it in, and make sure he fucks you often, they will leave you alone when your 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 your 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 deary 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, 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, 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 stared up in to 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, 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 on to my hole as my juice spurted in to his face. I lay there an exhausted limp doll as he took his clothes off. His lecherous grin grew wider, it mocked me from behind the wet glistening beard as he got on top of me, kneed my legs apart and began fucking me again, this time while his huge cock battered my sore inside he was slobbering his juice covered mouth over mine before moving on to my hard long nipples, its to my humiliation that my body forced me to let him do what he wanted to me with out 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, “I, 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 say’s 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 in to silence, I stood there a pitiful site while these horrid men fondled my body as they laughed in my face while removing all my clothes; all to 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 in to 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 its your husband yet here I was naked, straddled across a common workman as I bounced up and down as his cock rammed in to me while the other man stood in front, making me tickle his sack while he was feeding his long thick cock in to 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 of the 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 think nipples. When they tired of that I was bent over and used for a second time, both of them fucking my cunt from behind.

 

Then they humiliated me, I was nothing more than their plaything, the oldest took me first fucking me from behind while I had to lick and kiss the younger ones meat, he wouldn’t allow me to suck it no he wanted to take his brothers place after he had finished.

When they changed places the oldest kissed me making me kiss him back before making me lick and suck his foul meat clean, then hard and then before I was allowed to stand I again found myself with another mouthful of their foul juice.

 

Then his brother filled my cunt and followed his brothers act until both of them stood over me grinning as I was forced to look up at them, open my mouth while they watched their filthy juice as I slowly let it slide down my throat not daring to spill a drop.

 

I was crying as I found myself wondering back to the parlour, collapsing on to 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 on to 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 in to 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, a hunter’s horn relayed to others that they had picked up my scent and 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 horse, 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 on my toes, he tied it off before walking around to me, grinning in to 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 on to them, “That’s right, you understand, I’m gona use this pretty little mouth of yours and you’re going to let me.”

 

He moved behind me, 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 round, 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 breast hung bare for his pleasure; his mouth latched over my nipples his teeth bit and pulled on them forcing squeals from my mouth while below his hand played between my legs his fingers drove 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, 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 in flame 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 in to 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 to 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 what ever 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 lent against it, “I’m waiting, its time to play suck the cock little cunt mouth.” I did not want to give him any cause to tie me up again, so much pain but still I moved towards him; kneeling at his feet I took his belt off and undid his breech’s, then put my hand in his under garment 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 in to 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 what you are and that’s what I want, come on lets feel some tongue,” I tried hard to do everything, sucking it, running my tongue around the end, even in to 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 breath 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 in to 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 in to 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 asked, “Turn over do the same with your red arse.”

 

I didn’t move I couldn’t understand, 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 arse hole, 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 a wet, unless you want more pain.”

 

Feared of 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 followed by the command, “Relax your fucking arse,” 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 breast’s, his huge cock sank in to my bottom, I have screamed in my life but never like that.

 

As he rammed harder and harder in to 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.”

 

With out mercy he fucked my bottom, it seemed to take him so long, he pulled at my nipples as he shoved in to me until in the end he had my bottom high in the air while my face rammed down in to the dirt, he giggled like a crazed animal as he pummelled his filthy juice deep in to 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 your 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. It took me another quarter of the hour to empty him once more in to my mouth but at least when I was done he left me.

 

I made it back, 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 know what I am, what one of my many assailants once called me, nothing more than fuck meat.

 

The humiliation is the worst thing. I sit there in the office as I pay their wages like I am the boss, only to find myself on my knees sucking their cocks and playing with their balls, or bent over the desk while I get my cunt or arse pounded from behind and while they wait their turn at me they count their money.

 

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, its not that time already, oh no the doors 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 lets have you naked, my cocks fit to burst.”

“Come off it Rogers your cock 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 lets 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 keeps 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 with out stopping.”

“Well she shouldn’t have such fabulous nipples, I love fucking off between her big breast’s 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 Roger’s the girl thanks you, right how you gona 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 Roger’s 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.”