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\nA Secret Desire

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\nThe Widow Walters looked out\nof her window, down at the London street below. She watched the\npeople hurry and scurry up the street: urchins with torn clothing and\nno footwear; smart businessmen in bowler hats; a costermonger pushing\nhis barrow of fruit. It looked cold outside, this January morn. But\nthe widow was warm, as a log fire roared in the hearth in her living\nroom.

\n\tThe room was full of all the\nthings which appealed to the widow, for the Victorians were\ncollectors, and they liked amassing items of importance to them. On\nthe white, veined marble mantelpiece above the hearth a carriage\nclock ticked off the seconds of her life. Beside it, on the\nmantelpiece, there was a genuine mediaeval set of thumbscrews,\nacquired at some cost to the widow. Beside the widow’s favourite\nupholstered armchair there was a rosewood occasional table. On that\ntable was a porcelain plate, with the crumbs from some sweet\npatisserie, and a green glass cup and an opened bottle of Ambrecht’s\nCoca Wine. On the walls of the room there were several framed black\nand white lithographs, albeit not of a sort that you would find in\npolite society. These “artistic” prints showed semi-nude women\neither tied down, waiting for the whip, or with the evidence of some\nencounter with a flagellant marking their broad derrieres. They were,\nof course, a private printing. As were the books in a small bookcase\nagainst one wall, containing tomes with titles such as “Lesbia\nBrandon” and “The Mysteries of Verbena House.” \n

\n\tThe widow was dressed all in\nblack, as she had been ever since the death of her late husband. If\nblack was good enough for the queen then it was good enough for her.\nHer two “French” waited nervously at the back of the room, having\nbeen summoned by their mistress. Each was wearing a rather revealing\nFrench maid’s outfit, and not the sort which a normal chambermaid\nmight wear in these times. Marie – real name Mary Tanner – was\none maid. Margo – real name Maggie Jones – was the other. Both\nmaids were in their twenties. Both were brunettes, and they had\nanother feature that they shared: the prominent size of their busts,\nalmost spilling out of their tops. These two had been selected not\nfor their skills in housework, but for their beauty and bustyness.\nAnd they were required to take part in activities at which most\nchambermaids would balk. The Widow Walters was a demanding mistress.\nBut the maids earned twice as much as they would earn in any other\nplacements. And, besides, they enjoyed most of the activities.

\n\tThe Widow Walters was dressed\nall in black. But, this morning, she had exchanged her long, black\ndress for something a little different. She had one jodhpurs made out\nof black cloth, which hugged the widow’s derriere; knee-high black\nleather riding boots; and a black riding jacket. Underneath the\nriding jacket the widow wore only a tight, whale-boned corset, which\nmade her feel wonderful, and gave her an hourglass shape that many\npeople found desirable – and two of those people were the widow’s\nmaids. They were no strangers to Sapphic pleasures – not since\ncoming to work for the Widow Walters. \n

\n\tThe corset did not restrict\nthe widow’s generous bosom, the equal to the mammaries of her\nservant girls. Her erect nipples brushed against the silk inside of\nthe hunting jacket. The widow’s hair had been pulled back into a\nrather severe bun, with a pair of pearl-handled long needles helping\nto keep the hair in place. The widow had a riding crop in her hands,\nwhich she absentmindedly swished through the air. The widow’s\nsecret lover would arrive, later that morning. But not yet – not\nsoon enough for Widow Walters. She needed to play.

\n\tThe mistress looked from one\nmaid to the other. Which one would she pick? Marie bit nervously on\nher bottom lip as she felt the widow’s cruel gaze fall on her. As\nwell as secretly being a lesbian the Widow Walters was also a sadist\nof the highest order. With her husband safely under the ground the\nwidow could now indulge all of her desires, with nobody to gainsay\nher. \n

\n\t“Come here, Marie, you\nlittle doxy.” the widow said. “Come and kneel at my feet like the\nstrumpet you are.”

\n\t“Oui, Mistress.” Marie\nsaid, using one of the few French words she actually knew. She ran\nover to the widow, and dropped to her knees at her mistress’s feet.\nThere was fear in her eyes, yet also arousal, mirrored by that\nsadistic desire in the glittering eyes of the widow.

\n\t“Pull down your top.” the\nwidow commanded, in a tone that warned that she would not tolerate\nany delay. Marie pulled down the top of her French maid’s outfit,\nrevealing a most magnificent set of breasts, large yet with very\nlittle sag, and wonderfully perky light brown nipples, centred inside\nlarge areolae. Her skin was the pale milky collar of a person who was\nno sun-worshipper. Yet that paleness was not complete, for there were\nstill a few darker, fading marks, evincing where her breasts had been\nmost fervently cropped at some stage in the past.

\n\tThe Widow Walters touched\nMarie’s left nipple with the tassel at the end of the riding crop.\nDespite the prospect of pain the nipple began to harden. Marie was\nscared of pain. So why was she so excited at its prospect? \n

\n\t“The marks have almost\nfaded.” the widow said. “It is time to renew these brands of\nlove.”

\n\tShe touched the end of the\nriding crop to Marie’s other nipple, as that, to, became a hardened\nbud. \n

\n\t“See how aroused your teats\nhave become, lusting for the caress of the whip. You know what to\ndo.”

\n\tMarie, breathing heavily,\nlaced her fingers together behind her head, pushing out her large\nbreasts, offering them up for the whip. She caught her lower lip\nbeneath her teeth, as she stared up at her mistress with her big,\nbrown doe eyes. The only sounds in the room were Marie’s heavy\nbreathing, the crackling of the logs in the hearth, and the ticking\nof the clock.

\n\tAnd then there was a brief\nwhistling sound as the widow brought the steel-cored riding crop down\nwith no small amount of technique. The Widow Walters knew how much\nforce to use to cause mind-shattering pain, and create lovely, red\nmarks, without drawing blood, or causing permanent damage to this\nmasochistic slut. Marie had been neither a lesbian nor masochist when\nshe had come to work for the Walters. But she was both of those\nthings now. She desired Sapphic love of a most indecent sort, and to\nbe cruelly punished for such unnatural desires.

\n\tStanding near the door, Margo\nlooked on at this tableau vivant with lust, wishing that it was she\nhaving her tits whipped. It would be her turn soon enough. She wished\nthat she could finger her slot. But she did not dare, for that would\nhave brooked a real punishment, not these chastisements of desire.\nOnly with the permission of Widow Walters were these two maids\nallowed to bring themselves to those wondrous peaks of feminine\ndesire. Margo’s hands remained by her side, although she did dig\nher nails into her palms, needing to feel something.

\n\tAgain and again the riding\ncrop whizzed down, sinking into the flesh of Marie’s breasts. Time\nand time again little, involuntary cries of pain were wrenched from\nher throat, as she bit into her lower lip, so that she would not\nscream. No screaming, the widow had ordered, and the maids did their\nbest to obey. The maid’s face reddened and – barring the tears\nbeginning to form in the corners of her eyes – a person looking at\nher face alone would not know whether she was in pain, or the\ngreatest of pleasures.

\n\tThe widow said nothing as she\nbeat her maid’s tits. What was there to say? This was not\npunishment. It was only pain for the love of pain, and a cruel desire\nto hurt that which she loved. The widow stayed in control, although\nshe was highly turned on. Ah, but if she but once lost control, if\nshe gave in to her darkest, most Sadean desires, then there might\nhave been nothing left of Marie’s voluminous breasts.

\n\t“Oh.” Marie gasped, as\nred stripe after red stripe lined her flesh, from the upper slopes to\nthe underside. No part of the breasts was neglected, not even the\nnipples. On and on the beating went, until every inch of the tits had\nbeen turned a darker hue. And then the widow stopped, still in\ncontrol. \n

\n\tThe widow looked down at her\nwilling slave. The only blood which had been drawn was on Marie’s\nlower lip, where her teeth had bitten just a little too hard. Despite\nthe agony of the breast beating, the widow had not cut the flesh. She\ndid not want to break her toys. \n

\n\t“You may pleasure yourself,\nslut.” the cruel/kind mistress said. Immediately Marie lifted up\nher maid’s black skirt, to reveal that she wore no underwear. Her\npubic mound had been completely shaven (and Marie was very glad of\nthe invention of safety razors a few years back). The Widow Walters\ninsisted that all of her submissives shave off that unnecessary hair\n– not for any reasons except that, when the widow decided to punish\nthose feminine parts, she desired to see the marks inflicted, and not\nhave them hidden by hair.

\n\tThe widow knelt down, and\nlowered her face, so that she was no more than a foot away from the\nmaid’s hairless cunt. The widow liked to watch. She stared as the\nmaid inserted a finger into her steaming slit. Wetness leaked out.\nOne finger became two, became three, as the maid pistoned her hand in\nand out. It did not take the maid long to cum.

\n\tThe widow stood up, as Marie,\noverwhelmed by her orgasm, lolled on the floor. The widow slid off\nher beloved boots, and then her tight, black jodhpurs. It revealed\nthat she did not shave like her slaves. She had a big, full black\nbush of pubic hair. She sat down in her favourite upholstered\narmchair, but with her bottom at the edge. She spread her legs, and\nleaned back. The air was now heavy with the heady scent of female\narousal, from both Marie and the widow. A pink gash could be seen\nbisecting the widow’s black thatch.

\n\t“You may thank me, you\nslatternly tart.” the widow hissed. Marie crawled over on all\nfours, to bury her head between the widow’s widespread thighs. The\nwidow gasped in pleasure as Marie’s tongue sought out all of the\nsecret places. \n

\n\tThere was a ring of the\ndoorbell from below.

\n\t“See who it is, Margo.”\nthe widow said. Margo went to the window and looked down at the\nperson waiting.

\n\t“It is your niece, Ann.”\nMargo said. \n

\n\t“Go and let her in. Bring\nher straight up here.” the widow said, as Marie tickled the widow’s\nclit with her skilled tongue. \n

\n\t“Yes, mistress.”

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\nA couple of minutes later Ann\nBalfour entered the widow’s chambers. Ann Balfour was but nineteen\nyears old, but already had a more than generous bust which, one day,\nwould make some husband very happy. She was slim, but with wide hips.\nShe wore a dress down to the ground, so that even her dainty little\nshoes were not on show, let alone her legs. The dress had a bustle,\nas was popular in those days. It gave her a callipygian figure that\nshe did not possess in real life. Her waist had been drawn in by a\nmost severe corset, so that her breathing was restricted. Her dark\ngrey shirt had lamb’s legs sleeves, and it covered all of her, down\nto her wrists, and up to her neck. Her light brown locks were up in a\nbun, although one not quite as severe as that of her aunt. \n

\n\tAs soon as Ann – the\nwidow’s favourite relative – walked through the door, the young\nwoman was face by the sight of her aunt with nothing covering her\nlegs or hairy cunt, and the semi-naked maid Marie between her aunt’s\nlegs, giving the best cunnilingus in London. Marie gasped at this\nmilieu of lesbian abandon, and she drew in half a breath, the most\nthat she could manage in her punishing corset. Yet it was not a sight\nwhich Ann had never seen before, for, ever since the widow’s\nhusband had become the widow’s late husband, the widow had got her\nclaws into her niece. Still only nineteen, Ann had already been\nmoulded into a more than willing slave, in orgies of lesbian abandon.

\n\tAnn felt very guilty about\nsuch incestuous couplings. Such lesbian desires, by themselves, were\nbad enough (so she had been raised to believe). But this was incest,\nwhich was even worse. But Ann could not help herself. She was a\nwilling sinner, as addicted to such secret desires as her aunt was to\nher cocaine wine.

\n\tAnn looked into the cruel\neyes of her aunt, as her aunt gazed back, her black pupils\npenetrating her soul, igniting her spirit of lust. The widow looked\ninto her niece’s eyes even as the widow reached a most wonderful\norgasm.

\n\tAnn was still a virgin. Her\nhymen had not been breached, although everything else had been done\nto her, on past visits. Well, she though that everything had been\ndone to her, for she had engaged in cunnilingus, as both giver and\nreceiver; had her breasts, arse and cunt flagellated by her aunt or\nthe maids; and even had her anus penetrated by a carved Japanese\ngodemiche (dildo). But her cunt had not been penetrated, by finger or\nfist or artificial cock. That would have ruined her for marriage. Yet\nit was what the widow desired to do. It was something which she would\nnot suggest, however, let alone command. No, it would have to come\nfrom her niece. Ann would have to beg for such a penetration, one\nwhich would ruin her forever. There would never be marriage then. No,\nAnn would be ruined, and would have no choice but to move in with her\ndominant aunt, and become her slave forever.

\n\t“Undress, slut.” the\nwidow commanded. The Widow Walters took off her jacket, but eased her\nriding boots back on. Now she was dressed only in her boots and\ncorset. Her large breasts were fully on display, and they were\nmagnificent. \n

\n\tAnn took off her dark grey\nshirt, revealing that she only wore a tight corset beneath it. The\ncorset brought in her already narrow waist to a ridiculous eighteen\ninches. It made her look almost as though she would break. Then came\nher skirt and bustle, revealing that she was nude underneath it. She\nwas now dressed only in light blue little ankle boots and that\nrestrictive corset. She slipped off her boots, as they did not match\nher persona of sluttiness and submission. \n

\n\tThere were still faint marks\non Ann’s breasts, her buttocks and on her shave pubic mound. Like\nthe maids Ann had been commanded to be shaven at all times. And, like\nthe maids, the widow liked to beat her, and see the marks inflicted.\nThey made Ann more beautiful. \n

\n\t“I think that you need more\npain to those nipples of yours, before we commence your whipping.”\nWidow Walters remarked. \n

\n\t“Yes, Mistress.” Ann\nsaid, softly, lowering her gaze to look at the floor. She had already\nslipped into her submissive personality, where she would suffer any\nindignity, any torture, as long as she was eventually allowed to cum.\nRaised prim and proper by the widow’s sister (and the sister’s\nhusband) Ann had not experienced a single orgasm before coming to see\nher aunt. Now she was addicted to them. Such pleasure could not be\ndenied. That pleasure was worth any pain. But Ann was well on the way\nto being an utter masochist, and taking pleasure in the pain, in and\nof itself. It was the aunt’s intent that, one day in the future,\nher niece would be able to orgasm through pain alone. \n

\n\t“Get down on the floor, on\nyour back.” the widow said. “You will bring Margo to that sweet\nsurrender, while Marie torments your breasts.”

\n\tThe widow felt that it would\nbe more demeaning for her niece to bring a servant girl to an orgasm,\nwhile being tortured by the other chambermaid.

\n\t“Yes, Mistress.” Ann\nsaid, demurely. While she was in her submissive persona she did not\nknow the meaning of the word “No.” She lay down on the carpeted\nfloor of the room. \n

\n\tMargo had an eager look on\nher face, as she sat on Ann’s face, making sure that her cunt was\nover the mouth of the widow’s teenaged niece. Ann had already\nproved herself to be a skilled cunnilinguist, after but a few months’\ninstruction.

\n\t“I have some new toys,\nbased on that thumbscrew.” the widow told Marie. She opened the\nfront of an escritoire, and took out to adjustable devices. Each\ndevice, made by a master craftsman, had a ring which would slip over\nAnn’s nipples. Set in each ring were three flat-headed metal\nscrews, which could be tightened by hand. The three screws could be\ntightened slowly, crushing anything caught between them. There was a\nthird of these clamps, but the widow was saving that. “Tighten them\nslowly. Make her nipples hurt.”

\n\tMarie smiled, and took the\nclamps. She was more than happy to hurt this wealthy young woman.\nMarie, as Ann tongued Margo’s slit, slipped the first screw clamp\nover Ann’s right nipple, and tightened the three screws a little,\nso that it would not slip off. Ann gasped as the screws tightened on\nher fat, already erect nips. But she did not complain, or cease how\ntonguing of the maid’s cunt. Marie put the other clamp on Ann’s\nother nipple, and twisted the three screws, so that that nipple was\nalso captured. Then, as Ann continued her task, Marie had great fun,\nslowly tightening the clamps, bringing more pain to those big, brown\nteats. \n

\n\tMargo’s face was red.\nLooking down at these clamps on Ann’s nipples was a big turn on for\nher. She wanted to see the slut suffer. The screws were tightened\neven more, their flatheads not quite meeting as they crushed the\nflesh of the nipple. The nipples were in agony. But the pain only\nspurred Ann on, to tongue the proffered slit even faster. \n

\n\tMargo looked up at the widow,\nShe had not yet been given permission to cum.

\n\t“No, not yet.” the widow\nsaid. “Marie, move out of the way, there is another refinement to\nadd.”

\n\tThe widow retrieved the final\nscrew clamp from the escritoire. Then, moving between her niece’s\nlegs, the widow reached for her niece’s clit, already trying to\nescape its protective hood. Ann froze, when she felt the cold, metal\nring push down around that most delicate nubbin of flesh. Then Ann\nrelaxed, knowing that there was little point in saying anything. One\nway or another her clitoris would be tortured. \n

\n\tThe widow pushed the ring\ndown to the very base of a red, engorged little clit. Then the widow\nbegan tightening the screws, the flat screw heads coming closer\ntogether. They dug into the flesh. Because of the size of the screws,\nand their triangular position, the clit would not be deprived of\nblood flowing in or out. There was no danger of that little bit of\nflesh being killed off. No, what the screws would do is to cause the\ncruellest of agony, as they were tightened to the utmost, crushing\nAnn’s nub. Ann was in great pain. A normal slut might have screamed\nher head off just then. But she needed this torment of her genitalia,\non some level, the crueller the better. Deep in mental submission Ann\nimagined even worse things, like red hot irons or needles, or whips\nwhich would tear the flesh away.

\n\t“You may come, Margo.”\nthe widow said. Margo had to put a hand over her mouth as she\nshrieked out a wonderful, satisfying orgasm. \n

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\nThe Widow Walters, once Margo\nhad recovered, had Marie remove the clamps from Ann’s nipples. But\nthe widow left the clamp tormenting her niece’s angry red clit. Ann\nmoaned in pain, but did not ask for a mercy that would not be\ngranted.

\n\t“Time for a little\nwhipping.” the widow remarked. There was a black beam bisecting,\nand supporting, the room’s ceiling. There were two tough little\nhooks set into the wood of the beam. Ann was helped to her feet –\nstill with the clamp on her clit – and commanded to raise her arms\nabove her head. She did so. Meanwhile, Marie had placed a small stool\nnext to Ann. Marie had two sets of manacles, attached to chains that\na carthorse could not have broken. Marie put the first manacle around\nAnn’s left wrist, then put a chain link over the hook set into the\nbeam.

\n\t“No, the next link, I\nthink.” the widow set. “We need to move forward with such\npleasures, do we not? Things should get a little harder. Ann, you\nmust go on tiptoe.”

\n\tAnn did as commanded, going\nen pointe, to use a ballet term. Each arm was chained above her head,\nso that she had to be on tiptoe, or not on her feet at all. \n

\n\tMargo, meanwhile, had rolled\nblack two sections of carpet, to reveal two hidden rings set into the\nwood of the floor.

\n\t“As wide as possible,\nMargo, let us see if we can make her feet dance on the air.”

\n\tChains, attached to the\nrings, soon had Ann spread-eagled, her toes now inches off the floor\nof the room. It was a very uncomfortable position. Ann moaned, as her\narms were already in considerable pain. But she did not say anything.\n \n

\n\t“Margo, you may return the\nfavour.” the widow said. “I am intrigued to see if the slut can\ncome in such a position. I suspect not, so do not feel aggrieved if\nyour considerable skills fail to make her come.”

\n\tMarie nodded, and got between\nAnn’s widespread thighs. In fact the widow did not want her niece\nto cum. She wanted the teenager to be in such a state of horny,\ntortured denial that she would beg for anything – that she would\nbeg to be ruined. Perhaps, one day, she would cum with her clit\nmartyred by that clamp. But not yet.

\n\tJust to make sure, as Margo\ntickled that crimson clit, the widow began cropping her niece’s\nplump, white buttocks. Again, not for the first time, the widow felt\nit hard to hold back, and not inflict some serious injury. No, better\nnot, it would be hard to explain such things to a doctor.

\n\tThe crop struck with\nprecision, slow and deliberate, turning the buttocks deep pink and\nred with lines of pain. There was sexy little gasp after sexy little\ngasp from Ann, her breathing restricted not just by the corset, but\nby the position in which she hung. She was in a lot of pain: the ache\nof her widespread limbs; the tattoo beaten by the crop on her fleshy\nbuttocks; and that cruel little clamp exposing and crushing her\ndainty little clit. Had it been the clamp alone then, perhaps, she\nmight have been able to orgasm. But with the crop as well it was too\nmuch for her to achieve that secret pleasure.

\n\tWilhelmina Walters, the widow\nin black, only stopped beating her teenage niece’s buttocks when\nshe had lined them from thigh to just below the corset. The widow\nmoved around to the front, and did a few more practice swings,\nindicating that the flagellation was not complete. Ann looked down at\nher large, defenceless breasts, her skin the colour of milk. But she\ndid not ask for mercy, for part of Ann desired this pain. Part of her\n– a part that she would not yet admit to herself – desired\ntorture and ruination. She wanted her breasts whipped. She wanted\nthem whipped so that blood ran in rivulets, and they would be\nscarred, so that no man would have her, for what man would want such\na slut like that?

\n\tWhiiiip! The crop slashed\ndown, both cruel and kind, a partial answer to Ann’s secret\ndesires. As the steel-cored leather sank, with each strike, into\nthose fleshy mounts she was granted the severe pain she secretly\nwanted. But there was no blood, only bruises and marks where it had\nstruck. Her breasts would recover. There would be no scars today.

\n\tThe widow only stopped when\nAnn’s breasts had been turned the same crimson shade as her\nbuttocks.

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\n“Take her down, Margo.”\nthe widow commanded. “And take that clamp off her button. It has\nbeen on long enough. After all, it would be no fun if she lost\nfeeling there. Marie, go and fetch Brutus. It is time for a new\nlesson in subservience.”

\n\tAnn was released from her\nbondage, after the clamp was removed. She collapsed onto the carpet,\nbarely able to move. She wondered why Marie was fetching Brutus.\nBrutus was the only male member of this household, a friendly Great\nDane. Why her aunt might bring a Great Dane into this chamber of\ndesire did not occur to this still naïve young woman. \n

\n\tMarie returned with Brutus on\na lead. Brutus was a little frisky, for he knew this room, and he\nknew the pleasures which the two maids had taken with him. Both\nmaids, in the past, had had Brutus’s massive cock, and knot, buried\ninside their cunts, as he pumped his doggy sperm inside them. The dog\ncock was the only cock which the widow allowed her maids to\nexperience. And, although the widow did not partake of such bestial\npleasures, it aroused her to watch the beast to bury its cock deep in\ngirlie cunt.

\n\tAnn stared at Brutus. His\nthing – his cock – was coming out of its furry sheath. Ann had\nonly seen male penises on animals, on statues, and in the paintings\nin the National Gallery. But she had never seen one as big as this\ncock, or such a crimson colour. The dog was clearly aroused.

\n\t“Ann, you are to suck off\nBrutus.” the widow commanded. “Crawl over to him. Use your mouth\non him, for Brutus has been a good boy and deserves his pleasure.”

\n\tAnn stared at the cock,\nthinking that it would never fit in her mouth. She almost balked, for\nit was said in the Bible that men should not lie down with beasts.\nThis was wrong. It was a sin. Yet that also aroused her, the fact\nthat this was such a transgression against all that she held natural\nand decent. Despite herself she crawled over on all fours, to have\nher head no more than a foot away from Brutus’s large, red penis.

\n\t“Put it in your mouth.”\nthe widow commanded. She came over and bent down to watch, as did the\ntwo maids. All three women were eager to see Ann abase herself in\nsuch a manner. And abase herself Ann did, wrapping her sweet little\nlips around the dog’s member. She was instructed by the maids in\nhow to give head, so Ann began moving her head back and forth, taking\nas much into her mouth as possible, although it was less than half of\nthe cock. Ann did not know how to open up her throat, or not gag. But\nthat would change, given enough training – and it was the widow’s\nintent that, in future, her niece humiliate herself in such a manner\non a regular basis. Yes, the widow though, Ann would suck Brutus off\na lot.

\n\tMarie carried holding\nBrutus’s lead, making sure that he stayed in control. But he was a\ngood dog, happy to stand there and let this human bring him pleasure.

\n\t“Margo, make sure that she\nswallows.” the widow said. \n

\n\t“Yes, Mistress.” Margo\ntook hold of Ann’s head, moving it back and forth on the doggy\ncock. Ann’s head was held onto the cock when Brutus began to spurt\nhis doggy seed into Ann’s hot mouth. Ann had no choice but to\nswallow, or choke. She swallowed down the viscous canine cum, feeling\nas though she had crossed some sort of boundary, behind which she\ncould never retreat. A personal, sexual Rubicon had been crossed.

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\nBrutus was led away, once he\nhad finished spending. Ann did not move from where she was on all\nfours. She knew that her aunt had not yet finished with her, if the\npast held any truth.

\n\t“Are you thirsty, dear?”\nthe widow asked. “I promised my dear sister that I would feed and\nwater you.”

\n\t“Yes, I am thirsty.” Ann\nsaid, getting down on her back in the centre of this room. She knew\nthat there was only one acceptable response. \n

\n\t“Good.” the widow said.\n“Margo and Marie have been drinking a lot of Earl Grey tea this\nmorning, and I am sure that they are desperate to go. Margo, you go\nfirst, then Marie.”

\n\t“Yes, Mistress.” Margo\nsaid. She was really looking forward to this – the chance to piss\nin the mouth of a young, female member of the upper classes, while\nshe was nothing but a chambermaid. Margo squatted over Ann’s face,\nher urethra positioned over Ann’s wide open mouth. Margo pissed,\njust a little, rather than everything she had, giving Ann the chance\nto swallow. Margo and Marie were both excellent at pissing in bursts,\nfilling Ann’s mouth several times, watching the teenaged slut\nswallow it all. \n

\n\tWhen Margo had finished she\nreluctantly got off Ann’s face, to be replaced by Marie. Ann opened\nher mouth wide, revealing her pearly white teeth. Her mouth was\nfilled, several times, by Marie’s foul-tasting yellow liquid. But\nthere were worse things than piss.

\n\t“Are you hungry, dear?”\nthe widow asked, after Marie had got off Ann’s face.

\n\t“Yes, aunt, I am hungry.”\nAnn said, giving the only acceptable response. This was the one thing\nshe hated most. Even sucking the cock of Brutus was better than this.\n\n

\n\tThe widow knelt down with her\nbig arse hovering above the face of her niece. Ann watched as Widow\nWalters bore down, and her anal ring expanded, as a great, hard turd\nbegan to poke out. Ann raised her head, and bit off a chunk of the\nhuman waste, before any more came out. Somehow she managed not to\nvomit, as she chewed and swallowed the shit. Then, as the widow bore\ndown again, Ann bit off the next part of the turd. Wilhelmina was in\ntotal control of her body, and could force out a turd just partway,\nallowing a section to be bitten off, and then somehow suck the waste\nback up into her arse. Three times Ann had to bite off a section of\nturd, and chew and swallow, and somehow not vomit it back up. \n

\n\t“Clean me.” Wilhelmina\nWalters commanded. Her niece could not see the beatific look on her\naunt’s face. To shit directly into the mouth of a slave, and have\nthem willingly consume it, was true dominance, as far as the widow\nwas concerned. It turned Ann into a lowly receptacle for human waste.

\n\tAnn licked her aunt’s anus\nclean, pushing her tongue as far in the asshole as it would go. \n

\n\t“And something to take away\nthe bad taste in your mouth.” the Widow Walters said, as she pissed\nin her niece’s mouth. That, too, was swallowed down. \n

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\nThe aunt was not yet finished\nwith her niece. There was another play to make in Ann’s submission.\nThe widow had a groaning Ann strung up again, hanging from the hooks\nset in the oak beam, her legs again chained wide. Ann looked\nexhausted. The widow summoned Margo over.

\n\t“Margo, I want you to bring\nthe slut to the edge.” the widow whispered. “You are to take her\nto the edge of a come. But you must not take her over. If you do that\nI will take a pair of scissors and snip your button off, so that you\nnever come gain.”

\n\tMargo blanched. The widow did\nnot make false threats, and Margo was very attached to her clitoris.\nShe had never had an orgasm before coming to work for this woman. He\nsexual experiences had been limited to some midnight fumble with\nnaïve and sexually ignorant young women. Now Margo was addicted to\nsweet orgasms – them, and to the pain, as well.

\n\tMargo knelt between the young\nbrunette’s widespread, aching thighs, using all of her skill to\nbring Ann to the edge time and time again, but not allow her a\nmuch-needed orgasm. And Margo was so very skilled.

\n\tMeanwhile, Wilhelmina Walters\nhad produced a device made for her by a saddle maker. It was a\ncollection of leather straps and buckles. The widow slotted a large,\nwooden godemiche into a slot. The dildo, Japanese in origin, had\nrelief carvings along its length, ones which would not have disgraced\nany pillow book. The widow strapped it on, so that she had a long,\nhard wooden cock, smooth yet unyielding, poking out from her groin.

\n\t“On all fours, Marie,\nplease.” the widow commanded, making sure that she and the made\nwould be in the field of vision of Ann, and her niece would see\neverything that transpired. And Widow Walters began a long,\nlanguorous fucking of Marie’s dripping cunt. All that Ann could do\nwas stare at the fucking of the maid, while being denied her final\npleasure.

\n\t“Please, please, take me\nwith that thing.” Ann gasped eventually.

\n\t“Are you asking me to fuck\nyour cunt?” her aunt said, being deliberately coarse. “Are you\nasking for that, knowing that, taking your virginity in such a\nmanner, will ruin your prospects for marriage? If I do that, then you\nwill be an outcast, having no choice, as a ruined woman, but to come\nhere and join my household forever?”

\n\t“Yes, yes…” Ann gasped,\nas Margo’s tongue flicked her erect clit.

\n\t“Then BEG!” her aunt\ncommanded. And Ann begged to have her hymen broken, knowing what the\nresult would be…

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\nMany months later…

\n\tAnn hung in a spread-eagle,\nchained in the middle of the room, her toes not quite touching the\nfloor. Every day she ate the shit of her aunt. She did not drink\nwater, or tea, or coffee, but only the piss of the maids and her\naunt. She had sucked off Brutus on many occasions, watched with\nperverted desire by the other three women. And she was tortured on a\ndaily basis.

\n\tAnn’s clit was held turgid\nand crimson by that cruel clamp, tightened as much as it would go.\nFor hours Ann’s clit had been torments, but the young woman had not\nbeen allowed to cum. The clit looked more like some disfigured\nraspberry, than that most feminine organ. \n

\n\tThe Widow Walters was holding\nthe end of a long, pearl-handled hatpin in the flame of a candle. She\nheld it there until the pointed metal began to change colour. And\nthen, with sadistic desire, the widow slowly thrust that hot metal\ndown into the heart of Ann’s clit.

\n\tAnn screamed, and came from\npain alone.

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\nThe End.

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