Amelia -
Slave Girls of Watchnest Hall
by
Lindsey Brooks
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2010 Lindsey Brooks
Published by Strict Publishing
International
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Chapter 1
Amelia stirred, dimly aware of splashing sounds close by. Her buttocks were terribly sore and the stiffness that extended from her calf muscles all the way to her cramping shoulders made her groan aloud. She tried to lower her aching arms and winced at the painful bite of metal on her wrists.
With sudden wakefulness came dreadful recall. She was lying on her side in a bed, her steel-braceleted wrists chained to its headboard. She had spent the night as a plaything for Victor Birchwood. No longer was she Miss Amelia Barron, respectable gentlewoman. Victor had deprived her of her happy life and made her a chattel at Watchnest Hall, once her beloved home and now her prison.
Amelia opened her eyes. The source of the splashing was directly in front of her. Not three feet away, the man who had engineered her downfall stood naked, pissing into a chamber pot. Kneeling before him holding the pot was Jane, the eighteen-year-old who had also had the misfortune to fall into Victor’s evil clutches and been chained alongside Amelia for his night-time pleasure. Her face was turned aside to avoid the spray as a glittering stream of urine spurted from Victor’s penis, while he stood, hands on hips and a contented smile on his florid face.
“Amelia, awake at last,” he said. “Well, I have allowed you both to sleep late today. After last night you deserve it, my dears.” He chuckled and Amelia turned her face into the pillow. The girls had variously been his dears, darlings, and beauties during the night. And ‘bunnies’ of course, his pet name for all the girls caught in his wicked web. His endearments, false as they were, had not spared them his cruel punishments or wicked lust.
Worst for Amelia was when, with heavy irony and a gloating smile, he called them ‘young ladies’. It was the harshest reminder of everything she had so recently lost when Victor came to claim his inheritance. Her legal battle to keep him from taking Watchnest Hall had ended in defeat when the courts declared Jonathan Barron dead and allowed Victor, as next in line, to take the Barron estate for his own. Arriving in advance of the day appointed for his takeover, Victor had found Amelia on the point of departing and accused her of stealing money and possessions that were rightfully his. Feeling morally justified in what she had done, Amelia had known it was not strictly legal and had been terrified when Victor threatened her with arrest, imprisonment and even transportation to Australia. Numb with fear, she had signed a written agreement drawn up by Charles Dunkerley, Victor’s lawyer, to act in the capacity of servant at the Hall for a period of three months.
But the demands Amelia’s captors made on her went far beyond anything usually required of a servant. Sexual assault, beatings, chains and endless humiliation had been the hallmarks of Amelia’s servitude since she put her name to the paper. And, to her utter, agonising shame, as she had endured them all she had experienced feelings of sexual arousal she would not have believed possible just days ago.
Oh heavens, five days! That was all it had been since Victor’s arrival had shattered her peace and security, and revealed to her and everyone else the depth of the dark lusts that so easily defeated her earnest efforts to suppress them. Amelia had resolved to learn about this devilish passion that not only dominated her waking thoughts but even penetrated her dreams. She was an educated young woman, she reasoned, rational and intelligent enough to learn to overcome her base desires. In time, she would conquer them.
And she did not believe Jonathan Barron was dead. She would not accept the tale that the benefactor, who had opened his home to his distant cousin when she thought herself all alone in the world, had drowned in a boat accident in a South American harbour. She had never met Jonathan. Four years ago he had suddenly gone to Chile, only days before Amelia first came to Watchnest Hall. Yet, she was determined to seek him out as soon as her period of bondage was completed. Amelia had promised herself she would restore him to his home and Victor would be ousted from the position he had ruthlessly usurped.
But that had been before her revelation of the previous night - when Victor had called her ‘slave’ and she had climaxed merely from the images that single word, so terrifying yet so exciting, had conjured in her mind. Then, as the sun was rising, Victor had taken her with uncompromising force. With the pain of her punishments and the pleasure of her passion intertwining, Amelia had dared to look inside herself and confront her deepest desires. What she had seen had confirmed her worst fears. She loved what her captors did to her - the pain and humiliation, the forced submission, the chaining of her limbs that left her completely at their mercy. Part of her wanted it to go on forever. And that part was growing stronger.
With sudden loathing and revulsion, Amelia’s spirit rebelled. She refused to accept her admission. She would not give in to the dark enigma of her desire. She would find the strength to fight her unnatural lusts. If not for herself, she owed it to Jonathan to resist Victor and make every effort she could to recover his home. He would expect nothing less of the one he had left to safeguard his birthright in his absence. And Amelia still clung to a secret hope that somehow Jonathan knew of her plight and would come to her rescue. Oh Lord, she prayed, don’t let him be dead!
She looked up. Victor had stopped pissing. He took the pot from Jane, replaced it in the commode by the bed and put his hands on his hips again.
“Now you can suck me.”
Amelia gulped at the same moment as Jane.
“Master, I…” the girl began, her distaste obvious. Victor’s penis no longer hung down between his thighs but was rising to point directly at Jane’s lips. She licked them nervously and Amelia moved restively, making her chain rattle. On the end of Victor’s cock was a large drop of yellow urine.
“You’ve been a good girl lately, Janey. Don’t spoil it now.” The edge to Victor’s words and his significant glance at a long, slim, willow switch lying on top of the dresser were enough. Jane leaned towards the lengthening penis and opened her mouth. Victor’s fat cock-head pushed inside and she shivered as her lips closed around it. Was it from fear, disgust or excitement, Amelia wondered? Perhaps all of them. She had discovered only the night before that Jane experienced the same frightening yet intoxicating passions which lay at the heart of her own dilemma - the incredible mingling of humiliation, pain and sexual pleasure that provoked feelings far more intense than any she had ever known.
Watching Jane’s head bobbing back and forth on Victor’s shaft, Amelia recalled how it felt when she was made to suck her captors’ cocks. A familiar tingling prickled her sex, moist warmth spread through her belly and her nipples stiffened. She saw how the thick meat filled the girl’s mouth, stretching her jaw wide and making her cheek bulge outwards. It was horrid that Jane, an educated gentlewoman of good family should be forced by the threat of a cruel flogging to perform such a demeaning act. No respectable girl would find it in the least exciting. Amelia’s sheath rippled.
She closed her eyes but she could still hear Jane’s tongue slobbering over Victor’s cock and the slurping of her lips when she sucked on it. Fight it, Amelia’s rational mind demanded. But from the moment when, minutes after arriving, Victor Birchwood and Charles Dunkerley had laid her on the drawing room carpet of Watchnest Hall and filled her with their hard cocks, Amelia had been in thrall to the lustful cravings of her treacherous body. She hated being forced to go naked, never permitted to place so much as a concealing hand before her bare breasts or hairless sex, while continually subjected to the humiliating scrutiny of her captors. It roused such a conflict of emotions that she spent half her time overwhelmed by desire and the other half by despair. And now the pressure of the leather-covered, metal bands, placed around her neck and wrists only the night before, added to that turmoil, constantly reminding Amelia she was completely at the mercy of her tormentors whims. Submit! It was a word she had never had cause to use before the radical change in her fortunes. Now it was one that was never far from her thoughts. And all that it betokened terrified her. Her sex quivered.
She heard a squeak escape the lips around Victor’s cock. Opening her eyes, Amelia discovered it was one thing to make a resolution, however firm, and quite another to put it into practice when confronted with the sounds and scents, and sights of sex. A floorboard under Victor’s foot was squeaking noisily, his panting breaths grew rapid and Jane’s rhythmic slurping had changed to half-strangled splutters. Victor was using her mouth as he would her sex, thrusting his shaft in and out between her lips. Her face was red, her breathing ragged and drool was escaping one corner of her mouth as she gagged on the thick cock forcing its way towards the back of her throat. Victor stiffened suddenly, buttocks tightening and his hips jerking convulsively. Jane made gurgling noises and frantic efforts to push him away but he gripped her head and held his cock within her mouth until his climax subsided.
“Hm, more practice for you, I think.” Victor reached down and unclipped the chain from each of Amelia’s wrist bracelets. “Down beside Jane.”
Every muscle protested, especially those in her cramped shoulders and aching buttocks. Amelia was sure from its fearful scorching that the skin of her bottom must be split and raw from the caning Charles had given her the previous night.
“Hands up.”
Wincing, Amelia lifted her hands to the back of her collar, hating the little thrill of fear and excitement that ran through her as they touched the hard, leather-covered, metal band.
“Clean her tit.” Victor nodded at the thick gob of semen that had escaped Jane’s mouth and was clinging to the upper curve of her right breast. Amelia’s empty belly gave a flip. In the romantic adventure stories she was fond of reading, the heroine was always rescued from the villain’s evil attentions at the eleventh hour. Many of the masturbation fantasies that she had regularly enjoyed before Victor’s arrival had been about what might have happened to her heroines if they had not been saved. Now, she no longer needed to fantasise, and reality was far crueler than anything her imagination had ever invented.
Amelia lowered her lips to the young girl’s warm, perspiring skin, licking along the trail of spunk until her tongue lapped on the point of the firm teat. It was as hard as her own nipples were. Amelia drew back, looking from the rapid rising and falling of Jane’s big breasts to her moist, parted lips.
“Now her face,” Victor ordered.
Jane’s mouth and chin were smeared with a mixture of her drool and Victor’s come, and sticky strands of it dangled from the line of her jaw, catching the bright June sunshine streaming through the window. Certain of the consequences if she refused and that her battered buttocks could not bear them, Amelia licked the spunk from the girl’s face. As she sucked the last grey gobbet from Jane’s lower lip, the girl’s mouth pouted and brushed Amelia’s lips in a gentle kiss. Unseen by Victor, their eyes met and Amelia knew Jane understood exactly what she was feeling at that moment. She could see the girl was feeling it too.
“Swallow it down, Amelia. You’re not done yet. There’s still my cock to clean.”
Amelia’s stomach felt distinctly queasy as she swilled the slime to the back of her mouth, fought the urge to gag and choked it down. Reflexively closing her eyes as she swallowed, she opened them to find Victor’s cock in her face, its shrinking, pink head revoltingly greasy and a big, pearly drip of spunk clinging to its tip. Allowing herself no time to think, Amelia positioned her open mouth beneath the dangling tube, closed her lips around it and wriggled her tongue over its stickiness. The slack shaft was more difficult to cope with than when it was erect. She had to lower a hand from her neck to hold it while she finished her task by licking along its length.
She drew back, careful to avoid contact between her heels and her buzzing bottom, and feeling a twinge of pain in her shoulder as she returned her hand to her neck. It was a relief when Victor gave a satisfied nod but disturbing to admit the flavour of spunk seemed much less unpleasant than when she had last been forced to taste it.
“Now you had better piss,” Victor said, smiling without warmth. “You don’t want to upset Judith with a repeat of yesterday’s little accident, do you?” He did not wait for her response but picked up the chamber pot and placed it on the floor. “Straddle it. On your knees.”
Amelia’s heart sank further. It was another way for him to enjoy humiliating her and at the same time remind her just how complete was his power over her. But she had been aware of the urgency in her bladder since the moment she had awakened. If she denied her need, she would not be given another chance. Besides, Victor would not take no for an answer. His word was law at Watchnest Hall. She knelt astride the pot, suffering tortures of embarrassment as she squirted her urine noisily into it and Victor, uncaring of his nakedness, watched her with grinning satisfaction. It was almost as bad when Amelia had to witness Jane’s tears running down her fiercely blushing cheeks as she took her turn, and her face twist in abject fear as Victor promised to punish her if she did not hold her head straight and stick her tits out.
When the girl was finished, Victor took the pot and carelessly emptied its contents out of the window. Amelia’s temper flared. As if his presence at the Hall was not sufficient desecration, he dared to pollute its very soil with his boorish, thoughtless action. No wonder Jonathan Barron had never permitted him to set foot in his home. Victor, taking a clean shirt from Jonathan’s own linen press, left her simmering with resentment while he dressed as quickly as a man given to wearing ridiculously tight trousers could without a valet to help him. Not troubling with his cravat and draping his frock coat over his arm, he unlocked the bedroom door, picking up the willow switch from the dresser before opening it.
“Come, young ladies,” he said. “I’m in need of my breakfast and I expect you could do with something more than just my come in your bellies.”
As if to confirm his crude statement, Amelia’s stomach rumbled emptily as they reached the kitchen.
“By gad!” Victor said as they entered.
Amelia stopped dead in surprise. Judith Carver, until a few weeks previously her trusted lady’s companion, was leaning back in a kitchen chair, a long, bare leg slung over one of its arms and one hand holding her light, muslin dress above her waist. With the other she held the cut-down, cane, parasol handle she used to enforce her will on Victor’s captive girls. Its curved end was hooked into the velvet-covered collar encircling the neck of a slim, blonde-haired girl kneeling between her legs, pulling the girl’s head into her crotch.
Judith opened her heavy-lidded eyes. “One moment, Victor,” she said huskily, grinding her hips against the blonde’s face.
Amelia had immediately realised that it was Sophie who was being forced to serve the cruel, self-appointed Mistress of Watchnest Hall. The petite blonde, the first of Victor’s other victims that Amelia had encountered, had taught her the pleasures of all-female lovemaking on only her second night in captivity. Amelia had never dreamed that two girls could take pleasure from one another in that way until it had happened. Now she vaguely remembered reading the word ‘lesbian’ in one of the books in the Hall’s library, without much understanding of its meaning at the time.
Sophie had shown a marked enthusiasm for making love to Amelia, which unfortunately did not extend to doing the same with Judith and had earned her a brisk caning the previous night. At the recollection, Amelia looked at the blonde’s bottom and regretted it at once. Thick, raised weals of deep red disfigured Sophie’s taut little rear cheeks, and the flesh beneath was crisscrossed with purple bruises. Amelia’s empty belly fluttered. She had received more cane strokes than the petite girl had. How ravaged and ugly must her own poor bottom appear? She quashed the urge to try to peer at it or reach a hand to the buzzing flesh.
Judith’s gasps became faster and louder and her hips began a frenzied jerking, mashing her sex against Sophie’s mouth. Sophie wriggled, trying to escape the suffocating pressure and, Amelia had no doubt, the surge of bitter juices Judith spilled into her mouth as she climaxed. The older woman’s wriggling gradually ceased and she slumped into the chair with a sigh of contentment. A lazy smile spread across her face. Making no attempt to lower her skirts, she withdrew the parasol handle from Sophie’s collar. Breathing hard, the blonde sank to all fours on the stone-tiled floor. Judith’s thick, protruding inner labia glistened wetly, flushed with blood and the white-tipped, pink nub of her clitoris was slowly but visibly shrinking back under its hood.
Amelia looked on in consternation. It was not the first time she had seen her former employee being pleasured by a woman, but it was a frightening reminder of the drastic reversal of their roles. She had hated the woman she had believed was her friend ever since Judith had revealed how she had betrayed her, spying and passing information about the court case to Victor. Amelia feared her too, for the vindictive cruelty Judith had shown her and for the beatings and humiliation she had inflicted. But mostly, Amelia was terrified of being forced to share her bed and perform for her former employee in the way Sophie had just been made to do. Judith had assured Amelia her turn would come and seemed to be taking great pleasure in delaying the moment for her own satisfaction, and to heighten Amelia’s fears. It was working.
“That was good, Sophie,” Judith said, still panting. “If you continue in that fashion, you and I will be better friends and there won’t be any need to flog your naughty bottom in future.” She stood up, let her skirts fall and bared her teeth in amusement. “Unless, of course, it pleases me to do so. Now get up and fetch Victor’s breakfast from the oven, and some for these sluts, too. Good morning to you, Victor, though little remains of it.”
“G…good morning,” Victor said, face flushed and his trousers bulging. His eyes were fixed on the outlines of Judith’s big, erect nipples thrusting against the thin stuff of her dress.
She laughed softly. “Look but don’t touch, Victor dear. You know I only like girls.” Her eyes roved over the bodies of the two young women, and Amelia’s skin crawled.
Victor blinked and cleared his throat. “Quite,” he said, and sat down. Sophie set a plate on the table before him and the smell of cooked meat displaced the musky odour of Judith’s arousal in Amelia’s wrinkling nose, though Sophie’s face still shone with a liberal coating of the older woman’s outpouring when she returned with two more plates.
“I will admit your idea to spend all summer here is an increasingly attractive one,” Judith continued as Victor began to eat. Her eyes strayed to Amelia. “Very attractive, indeed. And Charles said the same thing to me earlier.”
“Excellent,” Victor said. “I hope you will both view my next proposal favourably, also.”
“Then you have formulated the plan you mentioned the other night?”
“I have,” he confirmed with his fork half way to his mouth. “I will explain shortly.” He gave Judith what Amelia interpreted as a significant look and then he glanced at his three captives.
“I look forward to it,” the older woman said, taking the hint not to press him on the matter in the girls’ presence.
Amelia was very curious about the plan Judith had mentioned and a little wary too. Anything Victor thought up could well involve her and her fellow captives, most likely to their detriment.
“Come ladies, sit and eat. I’m sure you will need your strength later,” Judith said tauntingly.
As Jane obeyed, Amelia turned to Victor, sure she would get nothing but more cruelty from her former companion. “Please, Master, I….” There was no easy way to say her backside hurt too much to sit on it.
Victor laughed at her discomfiture. “You may kneel at table, Amelia. Judith is right. You need your strength.”
Trying not to read a threat into the words, Amelia applied herself to the meal. Fried liver, bacon and onions obviously suited Victor, but it was not what she would choose to eat for breakfast. Nevertheless, having had nothing since the previous afternoon, she ate with a will, reflecting that mealtimes were a good deal more haphazard than when she had run the household with a scrupulous efficiency that had earned the admiration of Jonathan’s loyal butler, Jeavons. It was something, along with his exciting stories about Jonathan’s many adventures and his tales of her distant ancestors, which she had always valued highly. It had come as a shock when she had discovered during her abortive attempt to escape from Victor, that Jeavons had lied to her. She had seen him through the window of Watchnest Lodge, stark naked with one of the local girls a mere mile from the Hall when he had told her he would be far away in Gloucester. It was a puzzle the demands of her captors had given her little time to think about.
“Where is Charles?” Victor asked. “And I don’t see Belinda.”
“Charles took her for a walk,” Judith said, a half-smile playing around her lips.
“A walk? By heavens, I hope he’s being careful!”
“Don’t worry,” Judith soothed. “Charles is a lawyer. It is part of his profession to be discrete. And I think you will be much entertained when her returns.”
The meal had just ended when the sound of the back door opening announced Charles’s return. Belinda appeared in the scullery doorway with Charles close behind. Amelia felt a little unwanted thrill of excitement run over her skin. How would it feel to walk completely nude in the open air, exposed to the sun and the breeze? Charles stopped suddenly and Belinda came to an abrupt halt, grimacing. A second later, her mouth twisted again as Charles started forwards and she did the same, her movements stiff and awkward. Amelia frowned. Belinda always moved with grace and elegance.
“What’s this, Charles? I hope no one saw you,” Victor said with a frown of his own.
“Not a soul, rest assured.” Charles smiled broadly. “Belinda and I took a stroll in the garden but I stayed close to the house. I just had to try out something I found.” He turned and Belinda turned with him, eyes narrowing.
Amelia’s attention was first seized by the thickness of the ridges the previous night’s caning had raised on the brunette’s buttocks. They were horribly red and looked atrociously painful, and underlying them the bruises on her bottom had merged into a mass of purple, blue, and sickly yellow. Amelia swallowed. Belinda had received more strokes than she had, but not by many. The burning and throbbing of her own behind could be little different to that the brunette beauty was suffering.
Amelia noticed the polished wooden shaft, as long as her arm, that Charles held in his hand. Its end seemed to disappear between Belinda’s thighs, but as a twist of Charles’s wrist made the girl turn further, Amelia saw that it did not extend so far. Her mouth fell open. It was jammed into Belinda’s anus. Unnerved, Amelia watched Charles tug on the implement. It came free of the young widow’s rear with a soft pop, and she shuddered. At the end of the stick, a long, phallic length of darker wood was attached at right angles. It was at least six inches around for most of its length, and then narrowed suddenly to perhaps two at its base. Amelia’s bottom protested painfully as her sphincter tightened at the thought of the discomfort the thing must cause when forced between the sensitive membranes of a rectum. Then she recalled that only the night before the young woman had shown a particular enjoyment of similar abuse. After her ferocious caning, which Belinda had not liked at all, Victor had buggered her furiously to orgasm while she was chained over one of the tables in the library. All too aware of her own weakness, Amelia did not presume to condemn Belinda’s.
“That’s a novel instrument, Charles,” Victor said, answering the lawyer’s grin with his own. “Did you find it in the trunk?” After forcing Amelia to reveal she had found the ivory dildo with which she pleasured herself in an old, tin trunk in the attic, they had brought it downstairs and were gradually exploring its contents.
“I did. I confess it took me a little while to work out its purpose.”
“You shouldn’t have used it on Belinda,” Victor said, suppressing his amusement. “I am still cross with her for trying to evade my entry the other night.”
That was not the truth of it at all, Amelia knew, but Belinda was wise enough to make no protest. Victor motioned her closer and slid a finger between her legs. She hissed softly as he probed her sex. He held up his wet finger.
“I knew she’d take pleasure in it. I meant to deny her that for the present.” He shrugged. “Ah well, I’ll find out tonight if she has learned her lesson.” Eyeing the implement in Charles’s hand, he motioned Belinda away. “An anal plug on a stick,” he mused. “Is it an effective method of control?”
“Very. The slightest pressure in any direction gets an instant response. And a very satisfying feeling of mastery, I might add.”
“I haven’t come across mention of it in the book yet,” Victor said. “But I am only half-way through. I’ve been concentrating on the scheme I mentioned. I would like to discuss it further, if you and Judith would be good enough to join me in the drawing room. The young ladies have domestic chores to occupy them.” His sardonic tone was clear, and Amelia was not alone in staring resentfully at the backs of her captors as they left the kitchen. The door lock clicked, and Amelia realised that for the first time she and her fellow captives were together and free from the scrutiny of their tormentors.
Jane burst into tears. The three other girls immediately wrapped their arms around her, holding her close and one another too, comforting each other as their individual sorrows got the better of them. Amelia wept with the others, but there was solace in the warm contact of their bodies and the knowledge she was not alone in her misery, even if their touch did reawaken the ache in her bruised breasts and heighten the throb of her buttocks.
Belinda was first to disentangle herself. She wiped a hand over her tearful, blue eyes and Amelia looked into them, then into Sophie’s and Jane’s. There was so much they could have said. Their faces showed it. Yet, they all kept silent, perhaps not daring to speak of things that would inevitably lead them to reveal the darkest aspects of their natures to both themselves and each other.
“We had better wash those dishes. Then you can help prepare the meals for later,” Belinda said, as if they were not standing naked save for the collars around their necks, with the marks of their recent beatings fresh on their bodies.
“It’s horrid,” Jane said. “It’s sinful. I’ve stopped trying to resist. I even offered myself to them last night.”
Belinda grabbed her shoulders, making her big breasts sway as she shook her. “Look at me,” she said and Jane raised her tear-filled eyes. “This is not your fault. It’s not your doing and you are not to blame. Do you hear? Victor and his cronies bear the responsibility, not us.” She laid a hand on the curve of Jane’s left breast. “In here you know that. Whatever is done to us, however we behave when it happens, we are not the guilty ones. Remember that.”
“It’s true,” Amelia said, wanting to believe it herself, but aware that they were getting dangerously close to those feelings they had no wish to confront.
“It’s Judith,” Sophie said. “Victor has been much worse since she came, and Charles too.”
“It’s that damned notebook he keeps reading,” Belinda said, and Amelia felt a twinge of guilt because it was she who had revealed the whereabouts of the tin trunk in which Victor had found it. “It’s giving him ideas he could never have thought up himself. That bitch just encourages them.” She glanced warily at the door then looked at Amelia. “He seems to have a special grudge against you.”
“Because I tried to stop him claiming the Hall for his own. He had Jonathan Barron declared dead so he could inherit it. But Jonathan is the true owner. I believe he is still alive and will come and rescue us all.”
“Maybe so,” Belinda said, looking unconvinced. “But meanwhile let’s get the chores done. I hope Victor lets us have some of your salve, Sophie. My backside is on fire.” She picked up the plates from the table and began directing the girls about their duties.
They were still busy when Victor returned an hour later with Charles and Judith, a pleased expression on his face. “Ah, all still here, I see,” he said, eyeing Amelia who had already made one escape attempt. She had not tried again. Both doors to the kitchen were locked and Belinda had said she had seen Victor nail all the windows shut on the day she arrived at the Hall. “Bath time for bunnies,” Victor announced, “and if you are very good, you may soothe your hurts afterwards.”
Amelia was glad of whatever had put him in his good mood but the gratitude his words stirred in her was unsettling. She knew very well that the girls would have had no hurts if Victor had not punished them in the first place.
Indoor plumbing had not yet reached the upper floors of Watchnest Hall. The bathrooms were off a short passage next to the kitchens. When Amelia had been mistress of the house, she had had exclusive use of the master bathroom, but now she found herself herded along with the others to the servants’ facilities. Victor and Charles, both in shirtsleeves, brought chairs from the kitchen which they placed either side of the doorway. They sat, looking as if they were awaiting the commencement of a theatrical performance. In a way they were, Amelia thought, and felt a crushing humiliation that once again the intimate act of washing herself was to be entertainment for her captors.
Judith took charge, directing the filling of the two bathtubs almost to the brim until clouds of steam swirled around the room. She had equipped herself with the long, slim willow switch instead of her usual short cane, and waved it threateningly as she got the girls into line. Taking the small key that unlocked their collars from Victor, she removed the velvet-covered, metal circlets from the necks of Jane, Belinda and Sophie. She spent longer taking the narrow cuffs from Amelia’s wrists and as she unfastened her collar, she made sure her forearm rubbed repeatedly on the stiff cone of Amelia’s left nipple. The memory of her agony when Judith had flogged her breasts with the switch ensured Amelia did not pull away, even though her former companion’s gloating expression made her want to curl up in embarrassment. Worse was the stimulus she could not help feeling at the pressure of Judith’s warm skin on her nipple and the knowledge of how much her hated, former companion was enjoying it. The steam dampening the tight bodice of Judith’s dress had moulded it to the big rounds of her breasts, accentuating the outlines of her long nipples through the fine muslin. Amelia looked up in disgust and stared into the glittering, green eyes of the woman who had betrayed her. Judith gave a mocking chuckle and bared her white teeth.
“Soon now, darling.”
Amelia’s gut tightened. Did she mean today? Tomorrow? How much longer would she be kept in a state of constant anxiety, wondering when she would be forced to serve Judith sexually, as all the other girls had? The thought of it filled her with dread.
“Into the baths with you.” Judith pointed with the switch. “Sophie, Amelia, that one. Jane, Belinda, there.”
Jane cautiously dipped a toe into the water and pulled it back. “Ooh, it’s too hot!”
The willow flicked and she gave a squeal and clasped her hand to the thin line it scored into her right breast.
“In, I said,” Judith snapped. “Or are there four bottoms wanting more punishment here?”
With grimaces and exclamations, the girls stepped into the water. It was very hot, but after a few moments hopping from foot to foot, Amelia got used to it and stood trying to ignore Victor and Charles watching her as she awaited Judith’s next instruction. There were no windows in the bathroom but the sun was slanting through the skylight in the high roof, casting patterns on the nude girls’ bodies.
“Down in the water,” Judith ordered, parting the steam clouds with a slash of her switch. “Then you can give each other a good soaping and get some of the stink off you.”
Gasping and flinching along with the rest, Amelia lowered herself into the water. It felt scalding on the sensitive membranes of her sex and set her buttocks burning with fresh pain that made her groan.
“Up, and get soaping,” Judith ordered.
If she had not been so aware of her captors’ eyes following her every move, Amelia would have felt relieved at rising from the fiercely hot water. Instead, she felt the ignominy of having to obey every demeaning order she was given, and much to her discomfiture, a curious pleasure, even pride, that her beauty could excite the men’s desire.
“Get on with it.” Judith’s stinging smack with the switch across the backs of Amelia’s thighs banished that feeling. Sophie’s hands were already smoothing soapily across her shoulders, massaging away the aches that had accumulated during her night in chains. Whatever the circumstances, the little blonde’s touch was always pleasant. Amelia lathered her hands and began to reciprocate.
For long minutes, nothing was heard but the slick, slippery sounds of the girls soaping one another’s bodies. Amelia could not help but enjoy Sophie’s gentle kneading of her bruised breasts. She slid her hands over the petite girl’s pointed teats and felt their stiff peaks against her palms. Sophie exhaled a long breath and slithered her hands over Amelia’s ribs to her belly. It quivered at her touch and glowing warmth began spreading between Amelia’s thighs. She had known from the outset she would eventually surrender to her desire, but had hoped it would have taken longer. Her dismay was worsened by the way Judith’s glittering eyes continuously watched her.
“Right, fingers in pussies. And I want them smelling of nothing but soap when you’re finished.”
Chapter 2
Judith’s demand was impossible. The instant Sophie’s finger penetrated her, Amelia felt her juices flow and she knew it was more than just soap and water that made the blonde’s sex yield so easily to her own probing digits. In the other bath, Jane was already panting and pushing down onto Belinda’s hand while her own fingers sought the brunette beauty’s pussy. Judith’s tinkling laughter sounded above the quickening breathing of the four captives.
“That was most unfair, Judith,” Victor said, grinning as he rose from his chair. “You have set our bunnies a hopeless task, as I’m sure you know. But they do provide a most entertaining spectacle. I see no reason why they shouldn’t be allowed to come. And I’ve a fancy to participate.” He rolled up his sleeves and soaped his hands.
Amelia had had scant hope of resisting Sophie’s touch. She knew the instant Victor began squeezing the slippery flesh of her right breast that she had none at all of resisting them both. Amelia hated her captor, yet his strong hand roving over her body felt luxuriously sensual and heightened the excitement Sophie’s busy fingers were provoking in her pussy. She thrust her own fingers deeper into the blonde’s sex as Victor teased Sophie’s nipple with one hand while the other explored the taut bow of Amelia’s belly. When he clasped her thigh and slowly rubbed the slick skin, she moaned.
Gradually, never ceasing to knead the firm muscles, Victor moved his hand from front to back, rubbing a little higher each time until he met the lower curve of Amelia’s buttock. A sudden stab of pain made her belly tighten and a tickling tremor ran the length of her sheath. Her finger slipped from between Sophie’s thighs as the sensations overpowered her. She mewed loudly when Victor slowly ran his hand over her ravaged buttocks, his fingertips sliding over every ridge Charles’s vicious caning of the night before had raised on her skin. More tremors teased her sex as Sophie worked her fingers faster and the ball of her thumb rubbed the hard nub of Amelia’s clitoris. She squirmed against the pressure, feeling the pain in her buzzing bottom intertwine with her pleasure until the two sensations were inseparable.
“Amelia is about to come,” Victor announced, but she was too far down the path to care if the others were watching. The sudden shock of Victor smacking her raw buttocks was all it took to complete her journey. With fierce pain burning her bottom and fiery pleasure in her sex, she came hard. Sophie’s arms closed round her, supporting her as her head spun and lights flashed behind her closed eyelids. Her sex rippled ecstatically with the power of her orgasm.
Amelia’s hearing was the first of her overwhelmed senses to recover. “Wasn’t she just made for this, Victor?” she heard Judith say. “How she kept it from me when I was living here, I can’t imagine.”
“She was indeed,” Victor agreed. “And I too was taken in by her airs and her top-lofty manner. But once I’d bared her tits and cunt, her true nature soon became apparent.”
Amelia cringed inwardly at their crude laughter. Seconds later she heard Jane’s moans rise in volume as she too surrendered to her passion. Opening her eyes, Amelia saw the young girl grinding her sex onto Belinda’s rapidly moving hand, mouth wide and eyes screwed tight shut.
“I’ve a notion Jane is another who has found her true calling,” Victor said, watching her big breasts bouncing. “I hope we can find more like them. It would help ensure our new venture’s success.”
Despite the last distracting tremors teasing her sex, Amelia sensed his words were significant, even if she could not grasp their full meaning. She looked at Victor but he had not turned to her to explain.
“You’re a naughty bunny, Amelia,” he said, tutting with what she hoped was mock annoyance. “Here, Sophie, let me stroke that little slit, since Amelia has neglected the task. Lean back against her and spread yourself.”
Sophie bent her knees and arched her back while Amelia held her with the girl’s shoulder blades flattening her breasts, and the heady scent of arousal filling her nostrils.
“Play with her tits, Amelia,” Victor ordered as his left hand joined his right on Sophie’s sex and the blonde’s wriggling increased - rubbing her little bud, Amelia guessed, while his fingers also worked deep inside her. For once, Victor’s instruction did not fill her with her usual disgust or resentment. It was no hardship to squeeze and rub Sophie’s sweet, little breasts, and from the girl’s reaction, it undoubtedly heightened her pleasure. Amelia discovered that from the petite girl’s fervent squirming and the volume of her whimpers, she could predict almost to the second when she had reached her peak. Just as Sophie had done for her, Amelia supported her as the lovely blonde bucked and shivered her way through a long, juddering climax. As Sophie recovered, Amelia rubbed her cheek on the girl’s damp, blonde curls.
“That’s enough,” Judith said. “You’re here for our pleasure, not your own.” From sheer vindictiveness, Amelia was certain, Judith slashed the willow switch across the blonde’s sorely-caned bottom. She howled, tears springing to her eyes and water splashing from the tub as she jumped from foot to foot and clutched her buttocks. “Down in the water,” Judith snapped, “and rinse yourselves thoroughly, especially those cunts.”
“Amelia is not the only one who has been remiss,” Charles said. “Little Janey’s wantonness also got the better of her and left poor Belinda unsatisfied.” He turned the brunette beauty as he spoke, revealing the two, soapy fingers with which he held her outer labia apart to expose the bright-pink interior of her pussy. Belinda’s cheeks were flushed, with embarrassment perhaps, though her half-open lips and rapid breathing showed that that was not the only cause. Grinning broadly, Charles slid his fingers into her sex. She gave a sharp intake of breath, then a sudden, half-strangled cry of shock and pain as Charles pressed hard on the raw, ridged weals and dark bruises on her buttocks.
Belinda did everything but leap from the bathtub in her efforts to avoid his touch, but the fingers jammed in her pussy made all her twisting ineffectual. Only when he moved his hand from her battered bottom did she regain some control, nostrils flaring and breasts heaving as his fingers began moving again between her thighs. He laughed with pleasure, and Judith and Victor joined in.
“It’s not just this bitch’s cunt that needs cleaning.” Judith smiled wickedly. “Did you soap your arsehole, girl? I know for a fact Victor filled it recently and I’m sure you used it last night, Charles.”
“Of course,” he replied, unabashed, wriggling his thumb beneath the hood of Belinda’s clitoris. “Who could resist a rectum like the beautiful Belinda’s?”
“Quite.” Judith’s malevolent smile bared her pointed eye teeth. “Well, have you washed it, you shameless slut?” She lifted the young widow’s breast with the tip of the switch and Belinda shook her head. “I thought not.” Judith let the girl’s full teat fall back into place. “Right, get bent over. If you can’t do it properly, I know who can.”
Of course Belinda had not tried, Amelia thought. Any attempt would have brought her arm into contact with her cane-ravaged backside. Crouched in the bath with the water lapping her breasts, she swapped glances with Sophie as Charles and Judith continued to humiliate their lovely brunette victim. They made her bend forward with her breasts hanging heavily beneath her, her bottom facing Victor and her head against Jane’s hip.
“Keep tight hold of her tits,” Judith instructed the younger girl. “If you let go, you know what to expect.” The willow rod swished and Jane yelped as it smacked her buttocks in a foretaste of what Judith threatened. Sobbing, she reached under Belinda and closed her hands tightly on the young widow’s dangling breasts. Judith soaped her hands vigorously, concentrating on the two longest fingers of the right one.
Charles speeded up his rubbing of Belinda’s clitoris. She trembled slightly and the soapy suds coating the red welts on her bottom slid slowly down its out-thrust cheeks. Between them, above the reddened gash of her pussy, the pinkish-brown pucker of her rear entrance flexed. Judith’s arm shot out and plunged her slick fingers into the girl’s anus.
“Ooh!” Belinda’s body jerked violently and she wrapped her arms around Jane’s waist, her breasts stretching in the girl’s grip as she squirmed on the impaling digits.
“Let’s see how quickly we can finish her,” Judith said and Charles ginned evilly. She forced her fingers to the knuckle and twisted them inside Belinda’s rear passage.
“Ooh, Mistress! Ooh, Mistress!” Belinda repeated the words over and over as the older woman violated her helpless rear. Her body wriggled continuously under the assault, but everyone watching could see it become less and less to escape the penetrating fingers and more and more to meet them. Soon, Belinda’s hips were moving rhythmically in the time-honoured fashion, pushing back against Judith’s rapid thrusts into her anus and Charles invading hand in her sex.
“Oh-ho, splendid! Quite splendid.” Victor laughed, the thick outline of his cock straining his trousers.
“Yes, Mistress. Oh, yes!” Belinda crooned raggedly, then louder, “Oh, yes, yes!” She bucked wildly, slopping water from the brim-full tub, almost pulling Jane off her feet as she writhed in orgasm while Charles and Judith kept on teasing her until her frenzy gradually subsided.
“Very good, Belinda,” Judith mocked. “I think you enjoyed that, didn’t you?” She gave a sudden twist of her fingers in the brunette beauty’s anus.
“Ow! Yes, Mistress.”
“Perhaps you’d like to do it again?” Charles suggested, swapping wicked grins with Judith.
“Oh no, Master, please.”
“Just as well,” Judith snapped. “You’ve had all the satisfaction you’re getting today.” Her fingers made sucking sounds as she pulled them free and slapped the thick weals on Belinda’s bottom. The girl shot upright, hissing in pain.
Amelia’s heart went out to her as she saw the fierce blush on Belinda’s cheeks and the depth of humiliation and misery in her expression. Tears brimmed Belinda’s eyes and Amelia’s own prickled in response. She knew the shame that came after lust was spent, and the self-loathing at having allowed her dark desires to overpower her. She knew exactly how the brunette beauty felt. And she could imagine how much worse it must be to know it was Judith who had provoked her passions. Sudden fear cramped her belly.
“Really, you’re just as pathetic as these other sluts,” Amelia’s former companion told Belinda, laughing. “One finger up your arse and you’ll do anything so long as you can come, won’t you?” The willow rod was back in her hand and she tapped the girl’s flank with it. “Won’t you?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Belinda sobbed softly.
“Wash that soap off and get dried,” Judith told the girls. “You have duties waiting.”
Victor and Charles returned to their seats to enjoy the spectacle of the girls towelling themselves, laughing at how cautiously they patted their flogged bottoms. Jane had only been spanked the previous night and was first to finish. Victor had her kneel before him and locked her velvet-covered collar around her neck, doing the same to every girl as each finished drying.
“By gad, I love this, Charles,” he said while he fastened Amelia’s collar in place and locked her metal bracelets on her wrists. Their touch on her skin once more reinforced her knowledge of her complete vulnerability. “You may take Sophie and Belinda to the kitchen, Judith,” Victor said. “Let them soothe their backsides with some of Sophie’s ointment before you set them to work. Amelia and Jane will be along presently.”
Amelia watched him warily. She had been very conscious of the erection bulging in his tight trousers when she knelt to be collared. As Judith left, he exposed it. Charles took out his thick penis and stretched out his legs.
“Now, Jane or Amelia?” Victor pondered.
“Toss you for it,” Charles said, laughing.
Victor laughed too. “Not while we have these beauties to do it for us. You choose, Charles. I’ll never be able to make up my mind.”
Charles lusting eyes went from Amelia to Jane and back again. “Amelia, then.”
A nervous quiver filled her belly. Victor snapped his fingers and pointed between his splayed legs. “Kneel, Jane.”
At the same time, Charles gave Amelia a short nod. She stretched her jaw to accept his taut, purple-headed cock into her mouth, kneeling like a supplicant at his feet. From the corner of her eye she saw Jane’s head bobbing and heard the wet noises her mouth was making on Victor’s penis. Then she turned her attention to licking and sucking the hot, rigid shaft between her lips.
“Do your best, my dears,” Victor said, somewhat breathlessly. “If you please us we may be persuaded to forget about your failure to obey orders and…” He gave a sudden grunt as Jane gripped his cock more firmly and flogged its head with her tongue. “…Spare you further punishment.”
With his words and the throb in her breasts and buttocks spurring her on, Amelia increased her efforts.
“Look at me,” Charles ordered. She did it fearfully, knowing his hypnotic eyes would trap her own. Cringing inwardly, she continued to suck until his lips twisted suddenly and he gave an ecstatic groan. Hot spunk spurted to the back of her throat, and Amelia fought the need to cough and kept moving her mouth on Charles’s thick meat until a satisfied smile creased his face. “Don’t swallow yet,” he told her as he pulled his cock free.
A long sigh and a sudden up-thrust of Victor’s hips told Amelia he was also coming and she listened to Jane’s slobbering and slurping as she waited, still trapped by Charles’s compelling eyes.
“Look, Victor,” he said and nodded to Amelia. “Head back. Open your mouth.”
In a torture of embarrassment, she obeyed, revealing the cloying, glutinous slime pooled in her throat to Victor’s curious eye.
“Well, there’s a sight,” he said with wicked amusement. “Jane, watch this.”
“Get it down,” Charles ordered.
Cheeks burning and with tears in her eyes, Amelia swallowed and felt the thick come slide down her gullet. It was very unsettling to discover her stomach rebelled far less than previously, and the spunk seemed quite palatable. And, to her horror, it seemed almost natural to go on to clean Charles’s cock with her tongue.
“They are certainly improving,” Victor said, buttoning his trousers.
“Yes, but they did forget to raise their hands as they should have when they were finished,”
Amelia looked at Jane in alarm and both girls quickly clasped their hands behind their necks.
Victor chuckled. “A little late, my dears. I will have to punish you after all. Stand up.”
Amelia got to her feet, stomach twisting nervously. Beside her, Jane was trembling. Victor gave each of them a light tap on the mounds of their sexes.
“There, consider yourselves chastised,” he said.
With relief flooding her, Amelia was mortified when she again felt a surge of gratitude towards her tormentor. How was it possible? Only moments earlier she had hated him. The night before, she had been terrified of him when he ordained she be caned, then only a little later had longed to feel his cock inside her. Her thoughts and feelings remained a hopeless tangle as she returned to the kitchen with two words spinning around in her mind – slave girl.
Sophie was bent over the kitchen table, her jar of salve beside her and her eyes closed as she sighed and gasped in time with the motion of Belinda’s palm rubbing ointment over her bottom. The gloss on the young widow’s buttocks showed she had already had her turn, and Amelia could see only two thin, bloody lines on her bottom where the cane had split her skin. It raised the hope that her own throbbing backside had fared no worse. Suddenly, she was desperate to feel the soothing effect of the salve.
Judith was watching Belinda’s breasts swaying as the young widow massaged the ointment into Sophie’s petite behind. Her folded arms accentuated the fullness of her own breasts, and Amelia guessed her former companion did not notice the way Victor eyed them or the quick look he exchanged with Charles. Judith’s short, knotted cane was back in her hand, and she used it to direct Jane to the table beside Sophie and told Amelia to see to her hurts. Her complacent smile said she knew perfectly well that Jane’s spanked bottom hurt far less than Amelia’s caned one.
With a resentment she found hard to conceal, Amelia dabbed a hand in the jar and began massaging the girl’s rear. The rhythmic movements and the feel of Jane’s flesh, soft and firm at the same time, began to have their effect. A warm, sensuous feeling overtook Amelia, and she was aware of the girl sighing and making little sinuous movements under her hand. Jane was becoming aroused. And was there not also a warmth spreading through Amelia’s belly and a tickle at the lips of her sex? She swallowed hard and was glad of the distraction when Victor and Charles left, their lust clearly spent for the time being.
“We had better check the railway timetable,” Victor remarked as the door closed behind them, provoking Amelia’s immediate interest. Was he planning a journey? But only that morning, Judith had said they intended to stay at Watchnest all summer. Unless their secretive discussion had changed something. Nervous flutters filled Amelia’s belly. She felt a bee-sting smack on the back of her thigh.
“I said, that’s enough. Lord, are you daydreaming again, Amelia?” Judith demanded, and leaned close to whisper. “You had better not be so tardy when you’re in my bed, darling.” She raised her voice again. “You young ladies should not imagine that a little soreness and a few bruises will spare your bottoms more punishment. And if you do think of misbehaving, remember what I told Amelia when I switched her tits. I can find plenty of places that will hurt just as much as those delectable derrieres are doing right now. Jane, do you remember when I had to spank your naughty pussy?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Jane said, blushing.
“Then get some of that salve on Amelia’s backside and tell the ladies how it felt.”
“It… it hurt, Mistress,” Jane said as Amelia leaned her hands on the table. “It hurt a lot.”
“But it made you obedient, didn’t it?”
“Y…yes, Mistress.”
Amelia winced as the girl touched her smarting buttocks and began smoothing the ointment over her skin.
“And you may be sure it will have the same effect on the rest of you if I decide it’s necessary,” Judith warned.
For several minutes, Jane’s touch was torment on Amelia’s awfully buzzing bottom, but then she started to feel the soothing effect of the salve. The fiery stinging of her skin subsided and the deeper ache within her buttocks became almost tolerable. For once, Amelia thought, her gratitude was not misplaced as she gave thanks for Sophie’s salve.
“Speaking of your tits, Amelia,” Judith said into the silence that had followed her threat, “perhaps they might benefit from an application of ointment, too. Stand up and face me.” She waved Jane aside with her cane.
Amelia sensed her fellow captives watching apprehensively as her former companion dipped her fingers into the salve. She kept her eyes lowered. The narrow, criss-crossing, two day old, bruises on her breasts had changed colour from dark blue to mauve and yellow, but they still hurt. She much preferred the pain to what she knew was coming. The touch of her traitorous former companion had revolted Amelia from the first. Her skin crawled as Judith smeared some salve onto the upper curve of her left breast then began rubbing the remainder into the right. Amelia closed her eyes, felt a stab of pain in her nipple and opened them again.
“No, look at me, sweetheart.”
A shiver ran up Amelia’s spine. Judith softly breathing endearments was even more frightening than Judith mocking her or barking orders. They were standing almost toe to toe and she had to tilt her head back to look reluctantly up into the taller woman’s face. She saw the intensity in her green eyes, swallowed hard and fought to hide her repugnance as Judith’s splayed fingers closed on her jutting teat. Her former companion’s gaze had the same mesmerising quality that Charles’s did, drawing her in like a moth to a candle and with the same promise of doom at the climactic moment. Amelia could not tear her eyes away.
Cringing inwardly, she felt Judith’s long fingers alternately squeezing and releasing her breast. It began to throb dully and give sharper twinges of pain where the fingertips pressed more deeply into its firmness. Horribly conscious of the others watching, Amelia dared do nothing but stand still and suffer. She was aware of the smile turning up the corners of the woman’s mouth, and that wherever her fingers roamed on Amelia’s breast, they always returned to its peak. And despite all her efforts to stop it, her nipple was swelling to erection. Judith focused on the elongating point, teasing it as it filled and hardened.