The three novellas in this volume tell stories of brutal rape and bondage. They are sexually explicit in every detail, and they should not be read by the squeamish or the unsophisticated. The reader is hereby warned to venture further only at his own risk.
CALIGULA'S CAVE tells the story of the most debauched Roman Emperor in all history.
With every gruesome detail included, it tells how this brute of a man repeatedly scoured the Roman Empire for the most voluptuous of virgins only to deflower them in a manner that can only be described as barbarous.
But that was only to him, and the members of his own family were no exception. His mad lusts drove him to every conceivable manner of cruelty. His madness knew no bounds.
ANGLICAN ANGUISH describes the rape of a young English girl in a rural village. She had been saving herself for marriage, and now she was positive that no man would want her.
She confesses her innermost feelings to the town vicar and finds that he is driven by wild lusts that compel him to punish the girl for her feelings. His forte is pain.
But he doesn't stop there. He allows his young assistant to share in the girl's humiliation and torture. Together, they degrade her beyond anything she could have imagined.
BITCH BOARDERS depicts a boarding school for girls from wealthy families who will not behave properly under normal conditions. Their parents are unable to control them.
Cynthia Armstrong is one of those girls. She soon finds out that a dominant lesbian is in charge of the disciplinary program. And this woman does not believe in sparing the rod.
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Caligula's Cave
CHAPTER ONE
"The latest shipment has just arrived from Ostia, Your Majesty," the consul said with a crisp salute.
"Have they been installed yet?" Caligula asked the man impatiently, his hand grasping the side of his toga.
"They are being prepared even as we speak, Your Majesty." The consul tried to hide a note of distaste.
"Good ... I shall inspect them in an hour ... See that they are ready."
"It shall be done as you command, Your Majesty."
Caligula waved him off, and the consul gave the Emperor of Rome another salute before he turned smartly and walked out of the room.
Caligula stroked his blond curls and rose from the divan he had been sprawled upon. He started pacing the marble floor.
He leaned against the side of the wide tall window that overlooked the city. As he surveyed the view, he thought of everything for as far as his eye could see as being his. His to do with as he pleased.
From the Royal Palace high on the Palatine Hill, the Emperor had a sweeping view of the city.
He could see the Tiber River threading its way among the seven majestic hills of the Eternal City.
To his right was the Coliseum with its perfectly symmetrical arches rising row on row to an almost impossible height. Just in front of it was the Forum with its temples and Senate Building.
That damn Senate, he thought. It was the one thorn in his existence. He cursed his ancestors who had allowed the Senators the right to pass resolutions expressing their pleasure or displeasure at his actions.
How dare they, a group of mere mortals, he thought, dare to pass judgment on the actions of a Divinity.
Caligula ran his hand along the two purple stripes that ran along the edge of his flowing toga.
They were the symbol of his status, the mark of the ruler of all the known world, all the world worth knowing.
His anger grew as he thought about the decree the Senate had passed that very afternoon.
He knew that they were powerless to enforce it, but it was the very issuance of such a document that sent him into a mad rage earlier in the afternoon. To call a God licentious!
How absurd!
How utterly ridiculous!
He was determined to find a suitable means of getting back at the group he considered nothing more than a senile conglomeration of crotchety old men. They were upset because they were no longer capable of doing anything, he thought.
Given the ability and the opportunity, Caligula reasoned, they'd do exactly as he was doing.
Perhaps even more.
He wished it were possible to march his Praetorian Guard into the place and close it down forever.
But an action like that was out of the question even for a living God. Caligula knew that doing that would bring the wrath of all the Patrician families of Rome upon him. It would be courting assassination.
He turned away from the window and went back to his divan. Caligula rested his royal body on the soft fabric of it. He was anxious for the night's festivities to begin; he needed people around him.
"Guard!" he shouted into the empty room.
As soon as the word escaped his lips, the tall doors on the other side of the room swung open.
A powerfully built man wearing a metal breastplate and a short tunic stepped into the room and saluted him.
"Bring me some wine," Caligula commanded. He thought he needed something to calm himself.
"Yes, Your Majesty," the guard said as he closed the doors. Caligula rested his head on the raised portion of the divan.
A moment later a kitchen slave entered the room carrying a silver pitcher and a single silver goblet.
He set the tray on which he carried them on a low table beside the divan. Then he poured the wine for the Emperor.
Caligula drank thirstily from the goblet. The slave refilled the goblet when it was empty then left the room.
The mere existence of something that wasn't within his power to control infuriated the man.
He was the most powerful man in the world, yet he was unable to do anything about this doddering assembly of old men.
The image of each and every one of them nailed on a cross in the arena of the Coliseum came to him.
A small smile started to appeal on his boyish face as he thought about it. He thought it would be a wonderful sight.
He let himself drift with the reverie. He'd like all of Rome to see a sight like that.
Then he could bask in the knowledge that there was no power on earth that he didn't have.
And, he thought, isn't that the sort of power that a living God should have? Absolute control of everything?
To his mind, that was the sort of power that he was entitled to. It was fitting that he should have it.
Caligula poured himself another glass of wine. He sipped it slowly as he thought about the impaled Senators dying in the heat of the afternoon sun. It was a most pleasant thought indeed.
And even more pleasant was the idea of executing their wives and families as well. He liked the notion.
Caligula thought that it would be best to do away with the wives and children first. Let the Senators watch it all, he thought.
He was sure that he could come up with bizarre and agonizing ways to bring it off.
After all, wasn't he the one who had thought of all the new ways to kill those pesky Christians?
He laughed out loud and the new methods he had instituted. He was especially proud of his idea to crucify them upside down as well as the normal way. It had taken someone like him to stop using only lions and the regular method of crucifixion. But then that was fitting, he thought.
As a living deity, he had more insight than the others. They were content to continue in the old ways. It was up to him to chart new courses, break new ground. He was good at that.
Caligula laughed again and poured himself more wine. He was proud of his achievements.
Caligula got off the divan and started pacing the room again. He was still angry.
He wanted to show the Senate what they could do with their resolution and what he thought of them.
But at the time, he didn't know what he could do.
There was a loud knock on the heavy doors. 'Enter!" Caligula bellowed. He turned to the doors as they opened.
The consul stepped into the room. "They have been prepared. Your Majesty," he said.
"Good"'! feel the need for some diversion ... Take me to them!"
"Yes. your majesty."
Caligula followed the consul as he walked out of the room. They walked down a long columned hallway and made a sharp turn to the right at the end of it. Then they walked down three long flights of marble stairs.
Caligula felt his heart start to beat faster as they descended. He was quite anxious to get started.
When they got to the bottom of the stairs, the consul led the Emperor through a vast wine cellar and through two other storage rooms. Finally, they walked down three stairs to a door that was locked and chained.
The consul opened the locks and unthreaded the chain. The door creaked as he opened it.
The walls of the room were hewn from solid rock. Torches against the walls illuminated the space.
Caligula went to the center of the room to survey the three highly attractive women who were manacled to the walls.
The consul closed the door and stood in front of it. He studied the Emperor carefully.
After he had taken a good look at each of the women, Caligula turned to the consul. "These are all excellent ... They will do very nicely," Caligula said to the man.
"They were chosen with great care, Your Majesty ... The finest in all Gaul."
"It's a pleasure to see pale skin again. I was getting so tired of those Nubians."
Caligula stepped to the woman who was held against the wall to the left of the door.
He brought his hand to her breast and squeezed it. The woman trembled in fear when he touched her.
"Please. Virgin be," she stammered in broken Latin. Her eyes were wide with fear.
"They were all inspected before they were brought to me?" Caligula asked the consul.
"Yes, Your Majesty. "The orders were quite strict ... Each of them is intact."
Caligula released the breast from his hand and brought his finger to the woman's slit.
He parted the outer folds and moved his finger to the entrance of her hole. He swirled it around the thin membrane that covered the hole. He felt his cock start to stir when he felt it.
Caligula moved to the naked form that was shackled to the wall directly opposite the door.
He smiled when he saw the look of fear that came into her eyes as he approached her.
She strained at the manacles that held her, but her efforts were futile. Both of her hands and feet were secured to the wall.
Caligula kneaded both her breasts in his hands for a moment, then he brought his index finger to her slit.
He inserted it and touched the tissue that testified to the fact that no man had ever had the woman.
The.-Emperor went to the third woman and inspected her in a similar manner. Her fright further excited him.
By the time he was finished, Caligula had come to his full hardness. His cock made a tent in his toga at his crotch.
"Which to take first ... That's always the problem," he muttered to no one in particular.
Caligula went to the small box that was beside the door. He opened the lid and took out thick whip.
He ran his hand down the length of it after he turned around with it and surveyed his captives.
Then he walked across the room and stood in front of the woman directly across from the door.
Caligula stood there for a long moment and let the woman contemplate the whip. Her fear made his cock give a little jump.
He raised the whip and brought it into her thigh. A loud crack echoed through the room.
The woman cried out as the searing pain raced through her body. Caligula raised the whip again.
CRACK!
The Emperor let an evil smile come across his face. He watched as the woman writhed against her manacles.
RACK!!
He brought the whip against her with even more force. It left a red welt in her tender skin.
CRACK!!!
This time the whip seared her other thigh. She emitted a scream of agony as Caligula raised the whip again.
The consul watched him with distaste as he brought the whip into the woman's breasts.
Caligula stopped for a moment and looked at the other two women. Their bodies were trembling in fear.
"See how they shudder in my presence," he said to the consul.
"Yes, Your Majesty ... They quiver in the presence of a living God," he said.
"As well they should ... Little do they know the fate that awaits them ... To be penetrated as they will be is a great honor ... They will know the presence of a God within them." Caligula went to the woman held against the wall to the left of the door. He raised the whip.
He brought it down heavily into her thigh. She winced with the pain, but she didn't cry out.
"Ah ... So we have one who refuses to scream ... This will be interesting," Caligula said.
He brought the whip into her again. This time he put even more force behind it. She Winced but didn't cry out.
The woman looked directly into the Emperor's eyes as he raised the whip again. She showed intense hatred in her eyes.
Again and again Caligula brought the whip to her lovely body. Red streaks crisscrossed her white skin.
The rigidity of his cock began to flag with the effort he exerted with the whip.
He made one strong lash after the other, but the woman steadfastly refused to cry-out.
Finally, he grew tired of her and went to the third woman. She let out a yelp of pain as Caligula made the whip bite into her pliant flesh. His cock immediately became fully erect again when he hear her scream in pain.
As he brought lash after lash into her, the woman's screams of agony filled the small chamber.
When her body was streaked with welts, Caligula went back to the woman who had refused to cry out.
"You shall be denied the presence of the Emperor of Rome inside you," he told her, "but you shall be deflowered just the same."
Caligula turned the whip around and pressed the thick handle against the woman's slit.
He reached his other hand to her and parted her outer lips with his fingers. He pressed the whip handle against her hole.
Caligula gave it a hard shove and it broke though the membrane that guarded the entrance to her passageway.
She flinched with the pain that it caused her. A trickle of blood ran down the handle of the whip.
Caligula inserted more of the whip into the woman. Then he started shoving it back and forth in her.
Large tears formed in the woman's eyes and began to streak her face. According to the rules her people lived by, no man would ever want her since she had been violated in such a fashion.
To marry and have her husband find out that she had no maidenhead was a crime punishable by death.
Caligula shoved more and more of the whip inside her. Her tears served to maintain his erection.
When he tired of her, he pulled the handle of the whip out of her and wiped the blood off it onto her face.
He went to the woman opposite the door. He let his toga slide to the floor as he stood in front of her.
The consul rushed to him as he stepped out of the garment and took it off the floor and held it.
Although most Romans wore a short tunic under their toga, Caligula wore nothing.
The woman looked at the Emperor's groin and her eyes went wide with fear. She was terrified of what she saw there.
His cock was long and thick, and the foreskin was almost completely drawn off the head of it.
"It is indeed an organ fit for a God, is it Not, My pretty?" Caligula asked her.
She looked at him in bewilderment. The woman didn't speak a word of Latin. She trembled in fear.
Caligula moved closer to her and centered his cock on her slit. He pushed and the end of it parted her outer lips.
He held his cock poised at the entrance to her hole. He gave a thrust against her hymen.
His stiff cock failed to penetrate, so Caligula gave another push. She winced as the membrane tore.
Caligula felt his cock get even harder at the knowledge that he had deflowered another virgin.
The Emperor gave another hard thrust and his cock sank in to the base of the shaft. He held it inside her.
Caligula felt a small stream of blood dribble onto his balls as he held his cock inside her.
He pulled his cock halfway out and rammed it back into her. She squirmed on it as it held her against the wall.
Caligula pulled out so that only the head remained inside her. Then he shoved his cock up her again.
He started to make rhythmic strokes in and out of her tight cunt. His breathing became labored.
Each heavy stroke that he made pushed the woman against the wall. Their hips made a slapping noise as the hit.
Caligula pounded his cock into the helpless woman.
In and out.
Back and forth. Over and over again.
As the consul watched what the Emperor was doing, his cock became hard. He rubbed his hand over the tent it formed in his tunic.
Caligula started to go faster and faster into the woman. He was groaning with the effort he made.
The Consul lifted up his tunic and wrapped his hand around his cock. He started moving it back and forth.
On each stroke, the consul moved the loose skin over the head of his cock then he pulled it back again.
Caligula leaned back from the woman and stopped his trusting for a moment. He brought his hands to her breasts and kneaded them. Then he started to thrust again as he squeezed her breasts.
He went into her faster and harder. On each stroke, he buried his thick cock to the hilt in her.
Large tears started to run down the woman's face as he pummeled her cunt with his long cock.
The sight of them heightened Caligula's excitement. He drove his cock Even harder into the woman.
In.
Out.
Back. Forth. Faster. Harder.
Again and again.
As he neared the point of no return, he thrust his cock deep inside her and held it there. He was panting.
He looked at the woman's pretty face. There was an expression of abject humiliation on it.
Caligula felt his cock throb as he looked at her. For a moment, he was afraid he was going to go over the top.
But the feeling passed as he held his cock motionless inside her. He was anxious to have the third.
Caligula slowly pulled out of the shackled woman. He went to the third one and stood before her.
He looked at his cock and saw that it was smeared with blood. It gave a little jump as he looked at it.
"Now I add your blood to that of the other virgin," he muttered. The woman looked at him in terror.
He moved closer to her and stood in front of her. Then he arched his hips so that his cock rested on the center of her slit. He nudged it past her outer lips and held it there.
Caligula looked over at the consul who was still pumping his cock slowly.
"Enjoying this little show, Flavius?" he asked with a smirk on his face.
"Yes, Your Majesty ... It's made me very aroused."
"Then why don't you stand closer so that you can see better?" Caligula asked.
"Thank you, Your Majesty. I was waiting for your invitation before moving."
Flavius walked over to them and took up a position beside them. He looked at the Emperor's cock about to enter the virgin hole. He started stroking his cock faster as he looked at it.
Caligula pressed his cock against the woman's hole. With a strong shove, he broke the membrane protecting it.
The woman gave a shriek of pain as Caligula drove his cock in to the hilt. He held it inside her for a moment.
Then he pulled it almost all the way out and shoved it back in. The woman winced with the pain it caused her.
Caligula smiled and took another heavy thrust. Her body was pushed hard against the wall by the force of it.
The blood from her broken maidenhead started to seep out of the bottom of her slit as Caligula made another plunge.
At the same time. the blood acted as a lubricant for the Emperor's thrusting cock.
Caligula started to go faster. He rammed his cock into her with ever increasing speed.
He brought his hand to her breasts and squeezed the nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
As he went faster and faster up her bloody passageway, he squeezed the nipples harder and harder, Caligula watched the pain start to register on her face as he squeezed her nipples.
As soon as he saw it, he drove his cock into her faster. He was getting more and more excited.
Caligula squeezed the nipple as hard as he could. Then he moved his fingers so that his fingernails bit into the nipples.
The woman gave a loud yelp at the intense pain that raced through her body. She started to sob.
Caligula drove his cock faster into her when he felt his nails pierce the woman's skin.
By that time, he was smiling so broadly that his teeth were showing. He drove his cock harder.
Caligula leaned back and pulled the woman's nipples toward him. She whimpered in pain as her breasts stretched.
The Emperor looked down at his side for a moment. Flavius was pumping his cock as fast as he could.
His hand was a blur on it, and the head had assumed a deep reddish purple color.
Caligula released the woman's breasts and they fell back to her body. He resumed his heavy thrusts into her.
"Go ahead and spurt on her leg, Flavius," Caligula said breathlessly.
Flavius moved closer to them so that the head of his cock almost made contact with the woman's leg.
Caligula pummeled her cunt with one heavy thrust after the other. He started to gasp and groan.
"I'm about ready, Your Majesty ... I'm ready to spurt on her," Flavius panted as he pumper his cock.
"Do it whenever you want to, Flavius," Caligula told him.
"There it is ... There it is ... THERE IT IS!" Flavius shouted as he hit his peak.
Caligula pounded harder into the woman as he bent his head to watch Flavius come on the woman.
"AAAARRRRGGGHHH!" Flavius groaned. He stopped pumping and held his cock against the woman's thigh.
A powerful burst of white come spewed from the hole at the end of his cock. It splattered on her.
The man's hips jerked with each contraction, and his cock sent spurt after spurt onto the shackled woman.
Caligula pounded into her with all his might. He was going in and out of her cunt as fast as he could.
In.
Out.
Back.
Forth.
Again and again.
As the sensations gathered force, Caligula felt his come welling up in his balls. They had shrunk up to the base of his cock.
He pounded her relentlessly as he passed the point of no return. He let out a sigh when he knew it was almost there.
Caligula pounded into her as hard as could as his peak approached. He clenched his teeth as it got closer.
There was a steady stream of strong sensations from the head of his cock. He went higher and higher.
Then with a fury that gripped his entire body, he hit his peak. He drove his cock deep inside and held it there.
"AAAAAHHHHHH!" he gasped as the first powerful shot jetted out of the hole at
THE ENDof his cock.
He held his cock inside her as he spurted one strong shot after the other inside the woman.
When he finished, he stood there panting. He looked down as Flavius milked the last globule of semen from his cock.
Flavius wiped the sticky white stuff off his cock and onto the woman's thigh. Then he let his tunic fall over it.
Caligula pulled his shrinking cock out of the woman. It was covered with a mixture of blood and come.
"Do you like the blood of virgins, Flavius?" he asked the consul.
"Ah ... Yes, Your Majesty, I do," Flavius said somewhat uncertainly. He wanted to give the right answer.
"Then you should get on your knees and receive some from your Emperor," Caligula told him.
Flavius was reluctant to do it, but to risk displeasing Caligula was to court death.
He got to his knees and brought his mouth to Caligula's semi-erect cock. He took the head of it in his mouth.
Then he took in more of the shaft. He ran his tongue around the cock as he took it in his mouth.
When he had it all, Flavius paused for a moment. He wanted to make sure the cock was clean when he came off it.
Slowly, he let the shaft of it slip from his mouth. He ran his tongue over the head again and it slipped out of his mouth.
Caligula looked down at his cock. "I hoped you enjoyed performing that service for your Emperor," Caligula said.
"Yes, Your Majesty. I enjoy every task that you command me to perform."
Flavius tried to make it sound as true as possible. Even a thing so minor as to have Caligula detect the note of falsehood in one's voice was enough to risk one's life.
Flavius hoped that he could get to a private place as soon as possible. He knew that he was going to be sick from what he had had to do.
CHAPTER TWO
As soon as it started to get dark that evening, the palace was ablaze with torches and candles.
Caligula remained in his private apartments while his guests for the evening began arriving.
His guests every evening were many, and the parties that he was giving were one of the reasons the Senate had passed its resolution. In addition, there had been rumors of far greater debauchery at the palace.
The Senate had considered it unseemly for the ruler of all the Roman Empire to conduct himself so lasciviously on such a regular basis. Once Caligula's activities became common gossip, the Senators had felt compelled to act.
The resolution still irritated the Emperor. His advisors had asked him to cancel the nightly revelries for a period to placate the Senate, but he had adamantly refused. He was determined to make them even more lavish and decadent to show the Senate his contempt. That was something that wouldn't be difficult for him.
He had expanded the guest list for that evening, and he knew that everyone invited would attend.
Some of his guests were perpetual hangers-on, happy to be within the aura of Caligula's great power. Others were members of the Imperial family who tried to temper Caligula's action, mostly to no avail.
And there were those who hated being present but knew that the risk attached to not attending would put both them and their families in jeopardy. It was a risk they were not prepared to take.
Caligula had summoned his uncle Claudius to discuss the situation with the Senate.
Claudius was getting to be an old man, and his years as part of the Imperial Family had taught him to be wary of its leader. Especially this one, this young man who knew no limits to his behavior.
"But Uncle," Caligula said, "I simply must do something ... I can't let them get away with this."
"I ... I ... th-think it best not to interfere with the affairs of the Senate, Your Majesty," Claudius advised. He spoke with a stammer and occasional twitches of his face.
"They're all horses asses, that's what they are," Caligula said petulantly. He was pacing the room.
"Be that as it may, they are still the Senate of Rome, and collectively th-they have some power."
"I am Rome," Caligula intoned. "I am the Empire, the living God of the Eternal City."
"Yes, Your M-Majesty, but it would be wise not to develop a coalition against you, don't y-you think?"
"Treachery, that's what it is ... I should have the traitors executed, that's what I should do."
"A v-very unwise course, Y-Your Majesty," Claudius told him. "All the most influential families of Rome would coalesce to oppose y-you ... It would put you in great danger."
Claudius thought about for a moment. He knew that what he wanted to do was impossible.
"Claudius ... Tell me ... It's within my power to appoint a Senator, is it not?" Caligula asked.
"Y-yes, Your Majesty, so long as he c-comes from the proper family," Claudius told him.
"Oh, yes, Uncle ... This one comes from the most proper family in all Rome."
"Y-you don't mean the Imperial Family?"
"Yes ... I'll show that group of old men what I think of them ... They'll get my message loud and clear."
"Y-your Majest, m-may I inquire whom you intend to appoint?" Claudius asked him.
Caligula let out a high pitched peal of laughter. Then he looked intently at Claudius.
"My horse ... He'll fit right in with the rest of those horses asses," Caligula said. He laughed again.
Claudius looked at the Emperor in stunned silence. He had difficulty accepting such a mad scheme.
At the same time, his mind started to race for a was to dissuade Claudius from doing such a thing.
Claudius knew that his nephew was deranged enough to carry through With the idea. It would enrage the Senate.
"Y-your M-majesty, don't you think it enough that you're ignoring the expressed will of the Senate?"
"No, uncle, I don't ... They've got to know just what I think of them," Caligula said defiantly.
"But surely they'll know once word of tonight's festivities g-gets to th-them ... That should be enough."
"No, not nearly enough as far as I'm concerned ... Not nearly enough," Caligula muttered. Claudius thought about it for a moment. He knew that the last thing this young man needed was to incur the full wrath of the Senate. There had already been rumors of plots forming against the Emperor.
His blood lust had been even too much for a Rome that had become almost blase about such things.
And the rumors of Caligula's wild debauchery had further alienated his subjects. Especially the Patricians.
Claudius decided to try another tactic. Caligula was immune to reason, but not to emotion.
"Don't y-you think, Y-your Majesty, that such an action will show them that you take them too seriously?"
"What do you mean, Uncle?" Caligula asked.
"I was just thinking that ignoring them altogether as if they had done nothing might show more contempt for them than anything else ... This way you show that they affect you ... It's beneath your dignity."
Caligula thought about it for a moment. Thinking about it made him more angry than ever.
"No ... Not this time ... I'm going to do it, Uncle ... Yes, it'll serve them right," Caligula said.
Claudius was silent for a moment. He had played all his cards and nothing had worked. He was out of trump cards.
"In th-that case, Y-your Majesty, th-there's nothing left that I can say," Claudius told him.
The two men were silent for a moment. Claudius thought about what this action could do to his nephew.
Caligula, however, occupied his mind with thoughts about how wonderful it was going to be to humiliate the Senate. There was an expression of glee in his eyes as he considered it.
Then Caligula turned to his uncle. "You're coming to the festivities tonight, aren't you, Uncle Claudius?" he asked. Caligula fixed Claudius's eyes with his own.
"Please forgive me, Y-your Majesty..! feel much too tired for such things."
"Come now, Uncle ... I want you to come," Caligula told him.
"Y-Your M-majesty, I'm getting much too old for such things ... I beg to be excused,"
Claudius pleaded.
"Nonsense ... You're to sit by my side tonight ... I want you with me," Caligula said.
"As y-you wish, Y-your Majesty," Claudius said in a dejected tone. Further argument would be useless.
Claudius excused himself to get dressed for the evening. He disliked having to attend these affairs because he thought that his presence at them indicated that he approved of his nephew's behavior.
Caligula paced the room again after his uncle departed. He chuckled from time to time about what he was going to do.
As he thought about his plan, his anger dissipated. He thought he would be coming out ahead by going through with his idea.
Caligula called for a slave to dress him for the evening. He was anxious for the party to begin, but he didn't want to arrive until all the guests were in place. That was part of palace protocol.
The Emperor never arrived until everyone was there, and the guests never departed before the Emperor.
Under Caligula's rule, any guest who had an important affair early the next morning was un-likely to get any sleep.
The revelry always lasted well into the early hours of the morning, and frequently until well after dawn.
And just as the guests couldn't leave before the Emperor, neither could they fall asleep in his august presence.
That would be a sign of disrespect to both the Emperor himself and to his abilities as a host.
After he was dressed and informed that all the guests were in place, Caligula walked down two marble corridors to his sister's apartment. He knocked on her door and waited.
One of her ladies in waiting opened the door for him. He entered the room and saw her seated on a divan.
A slave girl was putting the last of her rings on her fingers. He took in her beautiful face and body in a single glance.
"Ah, Octavia, how lovely you look tonight ... Surely, I have the most glamorous escort in all Rome," Caligula said to her.
"I feel that it is your child within me that makes me radiant, brother," Octavia said.
Caligula looked at her tummy. There was a perceptible bulge forming there. It was his child.
He felt a little uneasy as he thought about it. He was nervous at what the offspring of a God and his sister would be like. He had the feeling that the child might be more of a deity than he was.
He walked over to her and gave her a kiss on the mouth. She eagerly returned the kiss.
"Surely I am the luckiest of women," she said when they broke the embrace. She was beaming at him.
"And I am the luckiest of men to have such a sister and such a lover," Caligula said.
She stood up when the last of her rings was in place and put her arm through his.
They walked arm in arm down the corridors lines with blazing torches and down a long wide marble staircase.
There was a cheer as they walked into the large rectangular room that was designed for such entertaining.
Caligula raised his hand to quiet his two hundred guests and sat down next to his uncle at the head table.
Two long table extended perpendicularly from the ends to form a large "U" and there were rows of tables after a short gap at the end of the "U." All the places were taken.
After Caligula sat on his royal cushions, he went into a reclining position and clapped his hands.
Slaves started to enter the room carrying huge platters containing every delicacy known to the Roman world.
There were bowls of swallow's tongues, fresh oysters shipped alive from Gaul, roasted pheasants with their feathers artfully rearranged on them, tiny ortalons in sauce, and every variety of fruit known to the civilized world. It was a sumptuous feast.
After everyone had eaten as much as they could, slaves appeared with large bowls so that the Emperor and guests alike could vomit what they had eaten. When they were finished, new platters of food arrived. Wine flowed freely around the tables. Then the regurgitation was repeated and more food served.
As the evening wore on, one entertainment after the other was presented. There were jugglers, minstrels, clowns and dancing girls from exotic countries. Always there were more dancing girls.
Caligula initiated the sexual activities of the evening by ordering a troupe of female dancers to disrobe.
Then he carefully commanded them to form groups of three and four and told them what to do.
The party became more and more raucous as the guests watched the girls perform on each other.
Then Caligula pulled Octavia to him and started to fondle her breasts. Other guests followed suit.
There was every kind of coupling in the room. Men were with women, women with women, men with men, groups of two men and one woman, groups with two women and one man. Couples and groups would form, drift apart or be added to, new combinations would arise, and partners change.
Caligula watched it all with amusement. He pulled Octavia harder against him and put his hand into her bodice.
She shivered in delight as his hand caressed her bare breast. Her nipples became hard as he continued.
"You have divine hands," Octavia whispered to him.
"Fitting for a God," Caligula told her.
He squeezed her erect nipple and released it. Then he squeezed it again. Octavia squirmed in delight.
Caligula put his other hand in under the sheer fabric that covered her and put his fingers to the other nipple.
Octavia pressed her body harder into his. She sighed with the pleasure he was giving her.
As he squeezed her nipples, she felt fluids start to seep into her pussy. Her clit twinged.
She let out a long sigh as the level of her arousal started to increase. Her breathing became heavier.
At the same time, Caligula felt his cock start to stir. He pinched Octavia's nipples harder.
"Oh, you always make me feel so good, dearest brother," Octavia moaned.
Caligula pinched harder still. Octavia squealed at the pleasure that his fingers were giving her.
The more he squeezed her nipples the more excited she became. More and more juices oozed into her pussy. Her clit started to give off one strong twinge after the other. She was beginning to feel that she needed something inside her to fill her.
Octavia wedged her hand behind her back and brought it to Caligula's crotch. She pressed it against his stiffening flesh.
Caligula arched his hips into her as he became fully erect. He was getting more excited by the minute.
He took his fingers away from her nipples and kneaded her breasts in his hands. Octavia let out a low moan.
Then he pushed her breasts from side to side and rubbed them against each other He did it over and over again.
The sounds of copulation were beginning to fill the large room. There were moans and groans everywhere.
Caligula took one hand away from her breasts and started to move it up her thigh.
When his fingers reached her slit, he parted the outer lips with his index finger and ran it up and down her.
Then he stopped at the top of her slit and inserted his linger. He swirled it around inside her.
Once he located her clit, he pressed his finger against it. Octavia giggled at the pleasure she felt.
Then Caligula started moving his finger back and forth on her clit. He went faster and faster on it.
Octavia got more and more excited as he rubbed her clit. Her pussy got wetter and hotter.
Back and forth his finger went on her clit, faster and faster. Octavia became more and more aroused.
She was overwhelmed with the feeling that she wanted him inside her. She felt that her cunt needed to be filled.
"Oh, please put it inside me ... Please put it in me," she pleaded breathlessly.
"In due time, dearest sister ... In due time, my dear," Caligula told her.
He moved his finger away from her clit and poised it over the entrance to her hole.
He nudged the tip of it in, then the entire finger. He swirled his finger around in the pink wetness of her.
Caligula savored the wetness of her hole as he rotated his finger inside it. He stretched the membranes of her cunt as he moved his finger.
At the same time, he thought about the child that was forming inside her. He wondered if it would be a threat to him.
He made larger and larger circles with his finger, thinking about the way the child would distend her hole when it was born.
As he moved his finger in her, his cock throbbed against her hand. She squeezed it.
The sounds of orgasms started to break out here and there in the room. There were loud groans and shouts.
Caligula watched it all with growing excitement. He focused his eyes on one couple or group after the other.
Not far from him, he could see a man plunging into a woman with all the effort that he could muster.
Couples and groups were sprawled everywhere in the space between the tables. It was a sight that he loved.
His uncle Claudius, however, was mortified at the licentiousness of it all. He thought it would be Caligula's downfall.
Caligula turned his gaze to two woman who had their mouths to each other's slit. Their bodies were shaking with pleasure.
Not far away, a handsome young man was pounding into the asshole of a splendid looking blond youth.
And near them was a man who was jamming his cock into a pretty slave girl while he had his mouth on another man's cock.
Each new sight made Caligula's stiff cock pulse harder. He felt a drop of moisture ooze out of the hole at the end of his cock.
And each swirl of his fingers was making Octavia more aroused. More and more liquids were flowing into her cunt.
Caligula took his finger out of her cunt and put it in his mouth. He sucked off her fluids and savored the taste.
"Oh, please, dearest," Octavia moaned, "please put it inside me ... I need it up there now."
Caligula rolled her off his body. He unhooked the gown she was wearing at the shoulders.
Then he untied the sash around her slender waist. Octavia's gown parted down the middle and fell to her sides.
Caligula removed his toga and knelt in front of her on the cushions. He put his mouth to her right breast.
At first, he simply held his mouth over her nipple. Then he sucked in to get a firmer seal with his lips.
Then he ran his tongue around the aureole. He went faster and faster with his tongue on her.
Octavia quivered with pleasure as the sensation of his hot mouth over her nipple radiated through her chest.
When his tongue started moving, there was p strong twinge in her clit ami more fluids filled her pussy.
After her ran his tongue around and around her, Caligula flicked it back and forth across the hard nipple.
Octavia moaned with the pleasurable sensations that shot through her. He clit made another twinge.
Back and forth his tongue went, over and over again. Octavia sailed higher and higher with its every movement.
Caligula brought his mouth to her left-breast. He sucked in on the hard nipple and held it in his mouth.
Then he started running his tongue around it. The sensations he created made Octavia moan with delight.
Caligula went to the top of the nipple and tlicked his tongue across it. He started going faster and faster with his tongue.
Octavia moaned and arched her chest into him. She didn't feel that she could stand not having him inside her.
Caligula took his mouth away from her nipple. He moved his head down her body. When he got to her navel, he darted the tip of his tongue into it.
Then he lowered his head still farther. He ran his tongue over her pubic hairs until they were matted with saliva.
He went lower and parted the outer folds of her slit with his tongue. He moved to the bottom of it then to the top.
When he got to the top. he poked his tongue in and swirled it around. She let out a loud moan.
He located her clit with his probing tongue and pressed it against the pliant folds of skin.
Then he started moving his tongue back and forth on the little nub. He went faster and faster.
Octavia was engulfed in the sensations that he was producing in her. She gasped with the pleasure of it.
Every lick sent her higher. Fluids drenched her cunt. She had the feeling that they were going to start dribbling out of her slit.
Caligula took his mouth of her clit and moved to the center of her slit He darted his tongue in.
He found her hole and nudged his tongue it. He moved it in circles to coat it in her fluids.
Then he pulled his tongue into his mouth and sucked on it. His senses were pervaded with the smell and taste of her.
He poked his tongue back inside her. He darted it in and out as fast as he could.
Octavia went higher with each new burst of sensations. She writhed against his darting tongue.
"Oh, stick it up me ... You've got to put it in ... PUT YOUR COCK INTO MB!" she pleaded.
Caligula didn't change his motions. He shoved his tongue in and out of her cunt as fast as he could. Then he pressed his face harder into her mound so that his tongue could penetrate farther.
"Please, dear brother, please put it in ... I NEED IT INSIDE ME!" Octavia begged him.
Caligula took his mouth away from her slit. His cheeks glistened in the torch light from her fluids.
He smiled at her, then he moved in closer. She spread her legs for him as he moved into her.
Caligula leaned over her body with his hips raised above hers. He rested his weight on his forearms at her sides.
As soon as he was in position, Octavia wedged her hand between then and grabbed his cock.
As Caligula lowered his hips into her, she guided his cock. When Octavia felt the tip of it part her outer lips, she moved it so that it was poised over her hole. He lowered himself again.
Octavia held his thick tool as the head of it slipped into her warm moist passageway. Then she took her hand away from it.
Caligula let his hips make contact with hers. His cock sank into her to the hilt. He held it there.
"Oh, God ... That feels so nice ... I want you to really fuck me, FUCK ME HARD!" Octavia moaned.
"Yes, that thing likes my cock in it, doesn't it ... It likes my cock inside it, doesn't it?"
"Oh, yes ... Just go ahead and fuck that thing ... Fuck it as fast and as hard as you want to."
Caligula pulled out so that only half his cock was inside her. Then he rammed it back in to the base of the shaft.
He pulled his cock out so that only the head of it remained inside her. He rammed it back in to the hilt.
Caligula set up a series of rhythmic motions in and out of her. Octavia started to moan.
His thick cock rubbed against her clit as he drove it in and out, and the sensations were taking her higher and higher.
"Oh, yes ... Oh, yes ..Oh, yes ... That's right ... Keep pounding that thing up there," Octavia rasped.
Caligula went faster and faster in her. Her pussy secreted more and more fluids. His cock slid easily inside her slick passageway.
"By the gods, that feels so good ... Just keep fucking that thing ... Fuck it hard." Octavia panted.
"That thing likes having a big cock up there ... It likes that prick, doesn't it?" Caligula asked as he drove it in.
"Oh, yes ... That thing feels so good ... I'm about to come," she gasped as he made another plunge into her.
Caligula went faster and harder into her. Octavia started to gasp for breath as he pummeled her cunt.
The moans and gasps that came from others in the room ceased to exist for them as their pleasure engulfed them.
Caligula went harder into her slippery hole. There was a steady stream of strong sensations from the head of his cock.
Octavia felt herself perched on the edge of a vast abyss. His plunging cock was bringing her closer and closer to it.
Back and forth went his thick cock.
Faster and harder.
In and out of her hot cunt.
Suddenly, the full force of an orgasm burst on Octavia. She arched her hips into Caligula's driving cock.
There was a spasm in her pussy, and a shudder coursed its way up her torso. She let out a long moan.
There were more spasms, and her entire body started to tremble. Caligula kept pounding his cock into her.
Almost as soon as the sensations of the first orgasm died down, another one seized her.
Octavia gasped with the pleasure that surged through her. It filled every pore of her body.
Her cunt went into a convulsion around his cock as if it were trying to get a better hold on the thing.
Her body writhed in ecstasy beneath his. She groaned with pleasure.
Then there was another orgasm and another and another. They started to crash into each other.
Octavia was swept away by the pleasure that engulfed her. She felt like she was going to drown in the raging sea of her passions.
As Caligula approached the point of no return, he thought again about the child inside her.
He felt a moment of hear as he drove-his cock into her. He felt that the child could usurp him.
He continued to pound into her. One heavy stroke after another. He felt his come start to well up in his balls.
Octavia's orgasms meshed into one another and combined to bring her to a point of delirium.
Her body was shaking with the pleasure that held her like a vise, and her face was contorted.
As he ploughed into her, Caligula felt himself pass the point of no return. He was gasping for breath.
"There it is ... There it is ... There-it is ... THERE IT IS," he said in a hoarse voice.
Caligula took a few more fast strokes into her, then he hit a blistering climax.
He buried his cock deep inside her and held it there. His body was shaking with the force of it.
"AARRRGGGHHH!" he groaned as the first powerful shot scalded up the tube on the underside of his cock.
His hips jerked with each spurt that he pumped into her spasming cunt. He was blind to everything else around him.
As he shot burst after burst of hot jism into her, Octavia experienced a final shattering orgasm.
They lay together for a long moment, then Caligula pulled his softening cock out of her. It glistened in the light.
They sat quietly for a long period watching the others. Caligula drank more wine.
His mind started to dwell on the child within her. He wondered if the additional seed e had deposited in her made the child stronger. The more he thought about it, the more afraid he became.
There was more sex for them that night and much more wine. As they left the festivities in the middle of the night, Caligula was consumed by his fear of what her child could become, the threat it could pose.
After he left Octavia in her apartment, he returned to his own. He tucked a knife under his toga and returned to her rooms. She was pleased to see him at first, but then he pulled out the knife.
Octavia screamed, but it was no use. The blade penetrated her abdomen as the sound escaped her mouth.
Caligula plunged the bloody blade into again and again. Blood spurted out of her.
Even after she collapsed in a crumpled heap on the floor, he kept stabbing the blade into her.
He had gone into a blind daze, and he was still rhythmically thrusting the blade in when two guards and Claudius pulled him away. Octavia was dead and blood stained the floor.
Caligula was incoherent as the guards helped Claudius get him back to his quarters.
The shock of what he had seen took a long while to sink in on Claudius.
CHAPTER THREE
Shock waves echoed around Rome the next morning as the Patrician families found out what had happened.
There was surprise and disbelief at first, but gradually the horror of penetrated the minds of the nobility.
They had been aghast when the affair first became public knowledge and scandalized when the couple had announced that they were going to have a child. This was the final horror. It was too much to comprehent.
But Caligula had shown them one grisly sight after the other. The truth finally sank in.
There had been talk of a plot against the Emperor before, but it was never taken seriously.
With this last act of brutality, all Roman Patricians were wondering if Caligula was fit to rule.
Many had wondered before, but had been afraid to voice their concerns. If a rumor of such thoughts reached the Imperial Palace, their lives would be over in hours. But now things had gone too far.
Within hours, rumors of plots against the Emperor were being whispered in all quarters of the city.
At the Imperial Palace, there was shock and dismay about what had happened. Members of the Imperial Family conferred among themselves about it. They realized that they could no longer even give lip service to Caligula.
But by the same token, neither could they actively participate in a plot against him.
As their spies sent word of those most actively working against the Emperor, they made sure that those most likely to succeed knew what the Emperor's movements were going to be.
When Caligula awoke late in the morning, he looked at the dried blood beneath his fingernails in horror.
In addition, there was dried blood on his bed clothes where he had touched them the night before.
Although his memory was sketchy, the major events of the preceding night came back to him.
Caligula called a slave to attend him, and he told the guard at the door to bring Claudius.
As the slave began to wash him with damp clothes, Caligula began to weep for his sister.
"Tell me that it isn't true ... That I didn't do it. Uncle." Caligula said to Claudius as soon as the man was in the room.
"I-I'm sorry, Y-Your Majesty ... Octavia is dead ... Not even the gods can bring her back," Claudius said in a dull voice.
Caligula's body was seized by giant sobs. Tears ran down his face in rivulets. His body shook with anguish.
"I can't believe it could happen ... I just can't believe it ... It's too horrible," Caligula wailed.
"Nor I, Y-Your Majesty, but I saw it with my own eyes ... I-I s-saw it all."
"Yes, yes ... l remember your being there now ... I know what happened, all of it."
"Then I assume, Y-Your Majesty, that you'll be canceling your appearance before the Senate this afternoon." Claudius said.
"The Senate? Oh, Pd practically forgotten about that,'" Claudius said, the sobs vanishing from his body.
"I'll send word to them that you're too taken with grief to attent." There was a hopeful not in Claudius's tone.
There was a pause as Caligula thought about it. "No. don't do that ... I'll go," he said.
"But surely, Y-Your Majesty ... This is no time to be making your horse a Senator."
"It's precisely the right time ... There'll be talk about what happened ... They might try to do something."
"I-I c-can tell y-you that there is talk. Y-Your Majesty, but this will only make things worse."
"No, it won't. Once they know what I think of them, they won't dare try to do anything to me ... They'll be the laughing stock of all Rome ... They wouldn't dare threaten me." Caligula said, his voice brightening with every word.
"I beg of you," Claudius pleaded, "don't do this. It will only make a bad situation worse."
"Send word that I will be there at two o'clock as planned," Caligula said with an air of dismissal.
"But, Y-Your Majesty...."
Caligula cut him off. "Do as I say and don't argue. Uncle," he commanded. He was starting to smile.
Claudius dropped his head and left the room. Once dismissed, it could be risky to continue arguing with Caligula.
Claudius shook his white head as he scurried down the corridor to carry out Caligula's order.
As the slave finished washing him, Caligula smiled more broadly. Thoughts of his dead sister vanished from his head.
He was totally consumed with the pleasure it would give him to make his horse a Senator of Rome.
Caligula had already had the necessary papers drawn up, and the task was already carried out for all practical purposes.
But his real pleasure would be to stand in front of the Senate and make the announcement.
He couldn't wait to see the expressions on the faces of those old men. He thought it would be sublime.
Then he thought about the rest of the afternoon. There were affairs of state to attend to. but he decided that they could wait until evening or the next day. He wanted to go to the Games. That would be interesting, he thought.
And it would take his mind off all that had happened. Then he considered another benefit.
When the people of Rome saw him at the Coliseum, they'd put aside whatever rumors they'd heard.
No one would believe that he'd killed Octavia if he appeared at the games. No one in his right mind.
And he'd start rumors of his own, he thought. That she was killed by a jealous lady in waiting.
To make it look good, he decided to have the culprit executed as soon as possible.
He hoped that his actions would at least make the situation so confusing that people wouldn't know what to believe.
Caligula congratulated himself on his shrewdness. None of the others were a match for him, he thought.
Now it was settled. He had nothing else to do this morning other than to put his plan in motion, and that wouldn't be too difficult. He knew where to plant the seeds of gossip.
And it would be no problem for him to have one of the ladies in waiting executed by noon.
All that required was a statement of the charge and an Imperial Decree. Easy enough.
Caligula smiled as the slave dressed him. It was all working out even better than he had hoped for. He congratulated himself again asj he went to the office on a lower floor from which he handled matters of state.
By noon he had accomplished all the tasks he set out to do. Caligula looked at a stack of rolled parchment documents that represented state matters needing the Emperor's attention. He was bored by the sight.
Caligula called for the consul. The man snapped to attention in front of the Emperor when he entered the room.
"Are the women still in the cave, Flavius?" he asked.
"Yes, Your Majesty ... You gave no instructions to have them removed."
"Have they been properly cleaned?"
"Yes, Your Majesty."
"Good, then take me to them ... I'm in need of some diversion before I see the Senate."
Flavius led the way to the subterranean room. Caligula surveyed the shackled women when he got there.
For a moment, he was undecided whether or not he really wanted them now that they were no longer intact.
But his need for sensuous enjoyment overcame his doubts. He went to the box beside the door.
He took out a long thick piece of marble hewn to resemble the human phallus. He stepped to the woman on the left wall.
Caligula held the object up to her eyes. Her lace assumed an expression of unmitigated terror.
"This is what I have today for the one who wouldn't cry out under the lash." he told her.
He then ran the rounded end of the torture instrument across her breasts. Then he poked the end against a nipple.
Caligula smiled when her body shuddered at the touch of the thing. His cock started to stir.
He brought the marble implement to her navel and pressed it into her. Another shudder raced across her body.
Caligula brought it to her mound and drew it back and forth across her curly pubic hairs.
He lowered it to her slit and held it against her outer lips. He pressed it against her, but it didn't enter.
"Flavius," he called, "come here ... I'm in need of your assistance."
"Yes, Your Majesty," Flavius said and quickly moved to the Emperor's side.
"Kneel in front of her and hold open the folds that are barring the entrance to her," Caligula said.
Flavius went to his knees and brought his fingers to the sides of her slit. He pulled the outer lips apart.
Caligula pressed the hard prong into her. It entered her hole and she winced at the pain it created.
Caligula gave it a sharp thrust and more of it slid up her. Then he gave another push and it sank into her almost all the way. His fingers were resting against the outer folds of her cleft.
He pulled the massive thing partway out of her and rammed it back in. The woman's body stiffened with the pain it caused.
Caligula started pounding the thing in faster and harder. The woman relaxed as her cunt grew accustomed to it.
After a few minutes, Caligula grew bored and pulled the object out of her. It glistened with her fluids.
"There's more than one way to do this," he muttered. He bent over in front of her.
Caligula moved the object so that it was between the cheeks of her ass. He found the hole and pressed the thing against it.
"Now, Flavius," he said, "pull her buttocks apart so it can enter."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
His hands reached around her hips. He got a firm grip on her pliant skin and pulled the checks of her ass apart.
Caligula gave the artificial phallus a hard shove and the tip of it entered her asshole.
He watched the woman's face as he pushed more of it up her. His cock stirred again when he saw her wince.
Slowly he wedged most of the shaft of the thing inside her. Then he pulled it partway out and thrust it in again.
As the prong slid more easily back and forth, Caligula moved it faster. The woman let out a gasp.
He gave her a last hard thrust, then he pulled the thing out of her. It was covered with small brown flecks.
Caligula stood up in front of her. He held the prong up to the woman's face.
"Now you may clean the Emperor's toy," he said with a sneer.
Caligula held the thing against her mouth. Then he moved it back and forth to part her lips.
He pressed it hard against her teeth and she opened her mouth. Caligula turned the instrument around as he slid it against her mouth. In a few minutes, all the brown flecks were gone.
He smiled as he brought the thing back to the box. Flavius resumed his position at the door.
Caligula took the whip out of the box. He went to the woman manacled against the wall to the right of the door.
He let her gaze at the whip for a long moment before he raised it into the air. Her eyes went wide with fear.
There was a loud crack as he brought the whip across her thigh. The woman screamed with the pain the whip inflicted.
Caligula raised the whip again. This time he brought it down across her other thigh.
She let out another cry as she winced with the searing pain. Again and again he brought the whip into her.
Angry red welts rose where the whip ripped into her skin. The red streaks crisscrossed her body.
Huge tears streamed down the woman's cheeks. She started to sob with the pain Caligula inflicted on her.
The expression the woman had caused Caligula's cock to swell. With each heavy lash, it got harder.
Over and over again he brought the whip into her. The woman started to sob uncontrollably.
When his cock was fully erect, Caligula stopped whipping the woman. He took off his toga and handed it to Flavius. Flavius folded it neatly and put it on top of the box near the door.
Caligula went to the woman who was held to the wall opposite the door. He looked at her intently.
"You, my pretty," he said with an evil hiss, "shall have the benefit of the Emperor's cock today."
Caligula ran his hands across the woman's breasts. Then he squeezed her nipples.
"Unbind her, Flavius," he ordered. "I think I shall try something different today."
Flavius walked to the woman and unfastened her shackles with the keys he wore at his waist.
When the woman was free, Caligula pushed her roughly to the dirt floor of the room.
He moved in closer to her. Then he put his hands on her head and drew it into him.
When his throbbing prick pressed against her lips, he pulled harder on her head.
When she knew what he was demanding of her, the woman reluctantly opened her mouth. She feared the lash if she didn't.
She closed her lips around the head of his cock and sucked on it. Caligula pushed more of it into her mouth.
The woman started to gag when the head of the Emperor's cock pressed against the back of her mouth.
Then the reflex action subsided, and his cock slipped all the way into her throat.
He held it inside her for a long moment. His cock was throbbing and pulsing against the walls of her gullet.
Then he pulled his cock out so that just the head of it remained in her mouth. He pulled her head back and forth over the flared head of his cock. His movement was getting faster and faster.
As Flavius watched them, his aversion to the cruel treatment the first two had received at the Emperor's hand abated. His cock stirred and then started to swell steadily. He rubbed it through his tunic.
Caligula saw what he was doing and it made him more excited. He moved the woman's head still faster.
"Take off your breastplate and tunic Flavius ... Come join us," Caligula told him.
"Yes, Your Majesty," Flavius said enthusiastically. He started to unfasten the metal plate that covered his chest.
When it was unhooked, Flavius laid the heavy armament on the floor next to the door.
In a flash, Flavius whipped the tunic over his head and dropped it on top of the breastplate.
As he moved the join Caligula and the woman, his cock gave a little jump. He put his hand to it.
Flavius stood at their side pulling the skin back and forth over the head of his cock.
Caligula stopped pulling the woman's head on his cock and held it still when Flavius arrived.
Caligula pulled on the young woman's shoulders and she stood up in front of him. There was fear in her eyes.
When she was on her feet, Caligula put his hand to her mound and pressed against it.
He stepped closer to her and brought his cock to her slit. The tip of it parted her outer lips.
He had to bend at the knees a little to get it poised at the entrance to her hole. He arched his hips.
The head of his cock went in. He pushed again and half the shaft sank in. Another shove and he was buried to the hilt.
He pulled his cock halfway out and jammed it up her. Then he pulled out so that just the head was still inside her.
Caligula gave a hard thrust that jolted the woman. Then he held his cock deep inside her.
"Flavius," he said, "why don't you use her other hole ... It might be more interesting than pulling it."
"Thank you. Your Majesty," Flavius said. Although what he was doing felt good, he wanted more.
Flavius moved behind the woman. He spit into his hand and transferred the saliva to his cock. He did it again.
He pulled the cheeks of her ass apart, bent at the knees then poised his glistening cock on her hole.
Flavius gave a hard push and his cock parted the puckered sphincter. He gave another shove and the head of his cock went in.
Then with a long steady movement, he sank his cock in her to the base of his shaft. He held it there.
Caligula pulled out partway and made a thrust up the woman's passageway while Flavius held his cock up her asshole.
Flavius could feel Caligula's cock moving against his through the thin membrane that separated them.
His stiff prick started to throb with more intensity at the feel of the other cock sliding against it.
When Caligula started to pull out again, Flavius pulled out at the same time. He waited until he felt the Emperor's cock start to go back in, then he shoved his own cock in. The feel of their cocks sliding up her two holes against each other made him let out a sigh of pleasure.
Caligula set up a series of rhythmic in and out motions with his stiff cock. Flavius followed them.
As they continued ramming their cocks back and forth in her, the woman's holes got slicker and their cocks slid easier in her.
Caligula started to go taster and Flavius followed his lead.
In and out went their stiff pricks. Back and forth. Faster and harder. Over and over again.
They pounded into her with ever increasing force. Every thrust was stronger than the last.
Caligula was breathing heavily as he rammed his cock up her cunt. He was going higher and higher.
The Emperor felt a steady stream of sensations from the head of his cock. They were getting more and more pleasurable.
Caligula pounded her cunt relentlessly.
At the same time, Flavius pummeled her asshole. Every strong thrust he made was more pleasurable than the last.
He was getting closer and closer, the other cock accentuating the sensations her asshole created.
Caligula leaned back and put his fingers to the woman's nipples. He squeezed them then released them.
Then he squeezed them again, harder this time. He kept squeezing as he pounded her pussy with his thick prick.
The Emperor looked at the young woman's pretty face as he squeezed harder. The wince he saw made him more exciting.
Then Caligula brought his fingernails into her nipples. The woman let out a cry of pain as they dug in.
"By the gods." Caligula said breathlessly, "I think that I'm about ready to shoot."
Flavius matched the other man's increase in speed. He wanted to come at the same time if possible.
The two of them were plunging in and out of her holes at breakneck speed. In. Out. Back. Forth. Faster. Harder.
Over and over again.
Flavius started to pant with the level of excitement he had reached. He felt the come welling up in his balls.
"Yes ... Yes ... I'm almost there too. Your Majesty," Flavius groaned as he thrust into her.
Both of them increased the rate of their thrusts for a final time. The slapping sound of their hips making contact with hers filled the small room. Both of them went as hard as they could into her.
"There it is. There it is ... There it is ... THERE IT IS!" Caligula gasped as he passed the point of no return.
Caligula took a few more quick strokes in and out of her, then he gasped loudly and plunged his cock into her.
"AAARRRGGGHHH!" he groaned as the first strong burst was catapulted by a strong contraction in his groin up the tube on the underside of his cock and out the hole at the very tip of it.
Caligula held his cock deep inside her as spurt after spurt spewed out of his pulsing cock.
At the same time, Flavius went over the top. He was moaning and groaning with pleasure.
"I'm going to shoot ... I'm going to shoot. AAAAHHHHUH!" he gasped as he hit his peak.
He plunged his cock up her asshole and held it there. The first shot seared up his cock and erupted into her dark passageway. His hips went into a spasm with the force of it.
Flavius held his cock in her as one heavy shot of hot jism after the other jetted out of it.
When they were finished, both men held their cocks inside her for a long moment.
Then Caligula pulled his slowly out. Flavius followed. Both were still breathing heavily.
Caligula put his hands on the woman's shoulders and forced her to the floor on her knees.
As soon as she was on the floor, Caligula pulled her head to his softening cock.
She opened her mouth and took the head of it in her mouth. She made a firm seal with her lips just behind the rim.
As she held his cock in her mouth. Caligula milked the last of his come down the tube on the underside.
Then he pulled the woman off his cock and pushed her toward Flavius. By that time, she knew what to do.
She opened her mouth and took in the head. There were small brown flecks on it.
Then she took the shaft into her mouth, licking it all the time. She went to the very base of it.
When the woman let the cock slip out of her mouth, it was clean and glistening with saliva.
"You can put her back in the shackles now, Flavius," Caligula told him.
"Yes, Your Majesty," Flavius said. He went to his clothes and put them on. He had difficulty with the breastplate.
Then Flavius went to the woman and reattached the manacles to her wrists and ankles.
There was a look of resignation on her face when he looked at her. Flavius felt sorry for her.
Flavius helped Caligula with his toga and then led him back to the office. He saluted the Emperor and started to leave.
"Oil. one more thing, Flavius." Caligula said to him as he reached the massive doors.
Flavius wheeled around. "Yes, Your Majesty?" Flavius said.
"The three downstairs ... Get new ones, and send those to the gladiators for their amusement."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
"And call for my uncle Claudius ... He's to accompany me to the Senate in a few minutes."
"Yes. Your Majesty." Flavius saluted again and left the room.
Claudius made one further attempt to dissaude his nephew from carrying out his plan as they rode to the Senate in the Emperor's roomy sedan chair. Sixteen slaves carried it.
Tied to the back of one of the carrying poles was the horse the Emperor was going to make a Senator.
Claudius quivered as he stood behind the last row of Senators and watched Caligula stride to the dais.
His alarm increased when the Emperor started to address the body in a mocking tone of voice.
As he watched Caligula, Claudius was more convinced than ever that the man was insane.
There was nothing about the young man that was like other men. All his behavior was aberrant.
Claudius surveyed the faces of the Senators as the Emperor spoke. There was disgust on most of them.
A shocked gasp went through the columned meeting room when a slave brought in Caligula's horse.
"This, gentlemen, is the newest member of your body ... The newest Senator of Rome," Caligula said gleefully.
After the gasp, there was murmuring throughout the room. After the Emperor left for the Games, the undertone erupted into angry shouts and catcalls. Claudius knew it was over for Caligula.
Caligula, however, was in such a state of elation over what he'd done that he scarcely noticed his uncle's absence while he was carried to the Coliseum. He motioned for Flavius who was riding on horseback beside the chair to come nearer. "You'll sit with me at the Games today," Caligula told him.
"Thank you. Your Majesty ... It's a great honor to share the Imperial Box," Flavius said.
But midway through the Games, Caligula grew bored. Nothing very new was being offered that afternoon.
He gestured to Flavius and the consul rose with him. Flavius led the Emperor out of the arena.
They walked down a short flight of steps and into a dark passageway that went beneath the edifice.
All at once, six figures emerged from the shadows. Their swords were drawn. They made a rough circle around the two men.
Flavius drew his sword to protect the Emperor, but it was to no avail. He felt cold metal at the base of his spine.
It was just at the point where his breastplate ended. Then it wasn't cold any longer.
A searing pain gripped him, and Flavius felt his knees give way. He looked at Caligula and saw blood spreading on the Emperor's toga. Then one of the men shoved his sword into the Emperor's side. There was another blade in Caligula's other side. He started to fall.
Flavius felt a second searing pain, then his knees, hit the hard ground. A foggy whiteness filled his brain for a moment, then he felt nothing.
* * *
ANGLICAN ANGUISH
CHAPTER ONE
Judith Anderson sat nervously in the anteroom of the vicar's office. She didn't really want to be there, but there was no place else for her to turn. And she had to talk to someone about what had happened to her.
And in the community of Hastings-on-Avon, there weren't very many people she could trust.
There was continual gossip about nearly everyone, and she didn't want to be the subject of it.
It was a pleasant community in most respects, but it was very closely knit. Everyone knew everyone else's affairs.
She liked the rolling hills beside the Avon River, and if one wanted to go into town, London was just two hours away by train. She usually made the journey twice a month herself.
As she sat there, she was glad that she had refused to meet with the vicar's assistant. He was a handsome young man, but she had seen him talking to some of the ladies in the village, and she didn't completely trust him. And it just wouldn't do for her secret to be known.
Judith peeked in a small mirror that was on the wall at her side while she waited to see the vicar.
The thought occurred to her that she didn't look any different after what had happened.
She had always thought that she would. But it didn't seem to make any difference as far as her appearance was concerned.
Judith Anderson looked around the room in which she was sitting. The furnishings were sparse, and the paint was beginning to chip from the wall. The room was in the rear of a Eighteenth Century church.
She thought that it was a pleasant church and that it suited the people who lived in the community.
She looked in the mirror again and adjusted an errant strand of hair. The face that looked back at her was pretty with its blond curls and bright blue eyes. She wore only a hint of lipstick.
She wondered about what had happened to her. Never before in her eighteen years had she had to face such a thing.
And her age was another consideration in her not wanting anyone to know her plight.
At eighteen, she was ripe for marriage, and she thought no one would want her if word got around.
She knew that no one in Hastins-on-Avon would want her, but she was afraid that word would spread to other villages as well.
But she was confident of the vicar.
He was a nice man in his early forties, and she thought he was still fairly attractive.
And he still wasn't married. That was a puzzlement to her. She couldn't understand why he hadn't taken a wife.
She wondered if the man might be on the queer side. But he never acted like a nellie, so she dismissed the idea.
Then she thought that it might be because he just wasn't interested in sex. That was odd for a man.
Every time she went out with a boy, she had to defend herself at some point in the evening:
If it wasn't one thing, it was another. If a boy took you to the movies, he'd try to put his arm around you. and if that worked, he'd try to put his hand on your thigh. She never let them get away with that.
And it was even worse if they managed to get a car for the evening. They always wanted to park near the heath.
It amused her to think of the tricks she'd endured. They'd say they knew a back way to someplace.
And the back way was always by way of the heath. Then they'd drive very slowly or even stop.
If she let them stop, the next thing they'd do would be to slide over in the front seat of the car.
Then there would be a hand around the arm and a play for a kiss. Judith often let them have it.
But they only wanted more. One kiss wasn't good enough for them. They wanted longer and harder ones.
The next thing was the hand against the bosom. That's where she always stopped them.
Another ploy they used was the drive in the moonlight bit. They were never interested in the moon.
Sometimes they'd say, "It's so nice tonight, let's go for a drive." And it never made any difference what the weather was like. It could be freezing cold and they'd claim to admire the beauty of the wintry stillness.
But it wasn't stillness they were after.
In fact, it was always just the opposite. They'd claim to be cold and they'd want to snuggle together.
Then the play for a kiss again. And it would go like it went with all of them. They were all the same, she thought.
It wasn't that she was so dead set against ever having sex. It was that she had her reputation to think about.
That was one thing that Judith Anderson had known since she knew what a reputation was. She was determined to marry well, and that was part of her plan.
But now there was a new danger. If anyone found out about her, all those years would be wasted.
She didn't think that she could bear to be thought of as a tarnished woman. It didn't suit her.
If that happened, there would be only one solution. She'd have to move to London where no one knew her.
It would be the only thing that she could do. And she thought that she'd have to forget about marrying well.
Her father was a shopkeeper, and Judith was determined to do better than that. She wouldn't even look at a shopkeeper or a shopkeeper's son. She'd always hated the way she'd had to help out in the shop.
She'd hated waiting on fussy old ladies, and whenever one of her classmates would come in, she'd be acutely embarrassed.
No, she'd decided, that was no life for her. She thought she could do better than that with herself.
But now all her plans and hopes were in danger. She had to find a way out of it.
She didn't know if the vicar could provide it for her, but she hoped he would be able to.
And she knew that it would do her good just to talk to someone about it. That might relieve some of the anxiety she felt about what had happened to her. It was simply impossible to hold it inside herself any longer. She had to tell someone about it.
And this was the only person she could tell. She'd thought about going to a church in another village, but had decided this would be best.
For an added note of protection, she'd decided to make sure that the vicar knew he was the only one she'd told.
That way if there was ever any gossip, she'd know where it came from. She trusted the man. but she figured that it never hurt to make sure. And in this case, she wanted to make very sure indeed.
Judith waited impatiently for the vicar to finish whatever he was involved with and see her.
To her mind, her case should take priority over anything else the vicar might have to do.
But then she realized that he didn't know what she was there to see him about. He couldn't know how urgent it was.
She tried to calm herself as best she could. But there was no way she could make her hands stop fidgeting.
Judith let her mind drift back to the week before. She thought about the night it happened.
The night had been warm for May, and she'd decided to walk along the embankment of the river.
She sat for a few minutes that night on a bench and watched the river flow quietly past. The lights of the village shimmered in the water. At that moment, she felt an overwhelming sense of peace and calm.
Then she strolled along the embankment until she came to a small park at the edge of the village.
It was a nice area with trees and bushes here and there and a few benches to sit on.
She walked into it with not a fear in the world. Nothing ever happened in Hastings-on-Avon.
But that night something did happen in the small village.
And it happened to her.
She walked past a small stand of trees that had bushes planted in front of them.
When she got to the end of it, an arm reached around her and a hand covered her mouth.
She tried to struggle against it, but the man had been much stronger than she was It was no use.
Inexorably, the man dragged her behind the trees. Then he held her and muttered in her ear.
"You scream and you die." he said. She didn't recognize the voice.
Her flesh was covered with gooseflesh. She thought she knew what was going to happen, and she raced through her mind trying to think of something that could stop it. But there wasn't anything she could think of.
The man pushed her to the ground. Then he flung his massive body on top of hers. She was pinned there.
She struggled, but it didn't do any good. He had her securely pinioned against the grass.
Judith thought about screaming, but she remembered his admonition. She thought he actually might go through with it.
He wedged a hand between their bodies and pulled up her dress. Then he ripped her panties off.
After that, he fumbled with his belt and his trousers. He pushed them and his underwear to his knees.
Judith tried to keep her legs together, but he forced them apart. He brought his hands to her breasts and fondled them through her blouse.
"You're goin' ta like this girl." he muttered into her ear.
"No ... Please ... I beg you not to do this to me," she pleaded. Her words fell on deaf ears.
"Just be quiet, girl, and ya won't get hurt ... If ya relax, ya might enjoy it," he said.
The idea of enjoying such a thing was the most ridiculous thing she could think of.
But at the same time, there was an odd sensation in her pussy. Much like when a boy kissed her.
He lowered his hips into her, and she felt his thick cock resting across her mound.
The pressure of it produced a twinge in her clit. She felt her cunt start to get warm and moist.
Judith didn't understand what was happening to her. This was the most horrible thing which had ever befallen her, yet she was starting to get some sort of odd sexual pleasure from it.
It didn't make any sense to her at the time.
Then the man raised his hips and reached a hand between them. He centered his cock on her slit.
Judith knew what happened next, although she'd never actually done it before. She braced herself for the pain.
His hips lowered again and the tip of his cock parted the outer folds of her pussy.
The thought came to her that she actually wanted to see his cock. She wanted to see what was going into her.
He pushed and the end of his cock went into her hole. She felt the walls of her hole stretch to make room for it.
The man shoved the entire head of his cock into her. She felt more fluids seep into her cunt.
Then he gave a thrust and buried half the shaft in her. Another shove and his cock was all the way inside her.
She was surprised that there was no pain. She'd heard that it was supposed to be painful the first time you did it.
But what she was feeling was a rather pleasant expansion of her cunt. It got wetter as he held his cock in her.
Then he pulled halfway out and plunged into her. A strong jolt, of sensations went through her.
The strength of them amazed her. And given the circumstances, she wanted them to stop.
He pulled out again. This time he left only the head of his cock in her pussy. Then he rammed it back in.
Another strong burst of pleasurable sensations raced through her body. She let out a gasp.
"That's right, little girl," the man whispered. "You can enjoy this if you want to."
She didn't know how he could know what she was feeling. And it embarrassed her to think that he knew how she was affected by what he was doing.
He set up a series of rhythmic plunges in and out of her. With each one of them, the sensations that she was feeling got stronger and more pleasurable. Her pussy got wetter and hotter.
Judith felt her face flush because she found what he was doing was so nice. She tried to stop it.
But his cock was thick enough so that the top side of it brushed against her clit as he thrust in and out.
There was no way that she could control the sensations that he was creating in her.
He started to thrust into her faster and harder. That made the sensations even better.
Her clit felt like the end of a live electrical wire. It was constantly discharging jolts of sensations through her body. She held her breath for a moment to keep from moaning.
She didn't want this man who was violating her in such an ungentlemanly fashion know what she was feeling. She could hardly believe it herself. It was humiliating.
He went faster, and she went higher.
He plunged his thick cock relentlessly in and out of her increasingly slippery cunt.
One powerful lunge after the other. Judith didn't want to enjoy what he was doing to her. but she couldn't help herself.
She'd always been told in the most frightening manner about things like this. But now that she experienced it, she didn't think it was all that bad. It was as if all her adolescent sexuality was coming to a head.
She didn't want to, but she let out a low moan with the pleasure her body felt. Then she squelched it.
"That's right, girlie. Just let yourself enjoy it." the man whispered in her ear.
Judith felt another Hush of embarrassment.
It dulled her excitement for an instant, then she started to rise again.
Back and forth he went inside her. in and out of her slick passageway, always going faster and hauler.
She wanted to cry out with the pleasure she was feeling. She hadn't known that her body was capable of such a reaction.
As the sensations that flooded her body became more and more intense, she started to lose her sense of propriety.
Each thrust was more exquisite than the last. Each one created a burst of sensations in her clit.
Judith started answering his lunges with her hips. As he went faster, she began bucking her hips against his.
To her mind, she was acting like a wanton hussy, but she was too far gone to care at the time.
The only thing that seemed important to her was the all consuming fire that was raging in her loins.
It was a conflagration that she wanted to both fan and quench at the same time. She went inexorably higher.
The man pounded harder and harder into her. Judith let out a series of staccato cries as her pleasure intensified.
His ramming became faster and faster. She was perched at a high pinnacle of pleasure. She never wanted to leave it.
But at the same time, she knew that the tension that had built up in her body had to be released.
Judith relaxed and let the waves of pleasure wash over her, one after the other. It was sublime.
Then as he started to go as fast and as hard as he could, she was carried over the top.
The orgasm burst upon her body like a thunderclap. She cried out with the fierce intensity of it.
There was a spasm in her pussy, and shudders coursed up her torso. Her body went rigid with the pleasure of it.
She gasped for breath as a searing white hot flash engulfed her brain. There were more spasms in her cunt.
He continued to pound away in her. As soon as the sensations of the first orgasm diminished, there was another one.
It took her totally by surprise. She let out a loud gasp as it raced through her body.
There was another series of convulsions in her pussy and more shudders throughout her body.
Her face became contorted with the ferocity of the sensations. They filled every pore of her.
No sooner had the last convulsion laded from her cunt that another climax carried her away.
She was delirious as it held her in its throes. She'd never known that her body was capable of such ecstasy.
Almost before it faded, his pummeling tool brought on another orgasm, then another and another.
Each one of them was stronger than the last. The pleasure was so overwhelming that she didn't think she could stand any more.
The orgasms merged, each of them crashing into the next, each of them making the one that followed more intense.
Her pussy convulsed around his hard driving cock. She had the sensation that it was trying to hold onto the thing.
Her hands and feet became spastic as the orgasms swept her away. She was shaking from head to foot.
"Yes, that's it, girlie," the man panted. "Now this thing is going to pop off in you."
A wild flurry of orgasms transported her on a tidal wave of pleasure. She lost track of time and space.
She felt as if she were nothing but a piece of flotsam tossed heedlessly in a raging sea of passion.
One flash after the other occluded her vision and her hearing was taken away by the roaring of her blood in her ears.
"Yes, there it is ... There it is ... There it is, girlie ... THERE IT IS!" the man gasped.
A shattering orgasm inflamed Judith as she heard the words. They sounded as if they came from a great distance.
He made a few fast drives into her, then he drove his cock deep into her cunt and held it there.
His hips jerked as the first searing spurt of hot jism erupted from the hole at the end of his cock.
The warmth of the man's come in her and the jerking of his hips as burst after burst spewed out sent Judith into a final, thunderous orgasm. She let out a cry of pleasure as it engulfed her body.
The spasms that it brought to her pussy answered the contractions in his body. It was as if her cunt were trying to milk every last bit of come from the man. Having tasted the first of it, the organ wanted all there was.
After he finished coming, he lay on top of her for a long moment, then he pulled his cock quickly out.
Making sure that she didn't get a chance to see his face, he got off her quickly and left at a fast pace still buttoning up his trousers as he ran. Judith lay on the grass trying to catch her breath.
The first thing she did when he was gone was look around to see if there was anyone about.
She wondered if anyone had seen them or heard them. But aside from his retreating footfalls, there was no sound except for the gentle breeze that whispered through the tops of the trees.
Judith adjusted her clothes and started to walk home. She hoped the act wouldn't cause her to get pregnant.
Not for a moment did she seriously consider reporting the incident to the authorities or her parents.
She was too humiliated by the pleasure she had received from it. She didn't think she could ever admit that.
As she walked home, she felt some of the semen he had deposited in her start to dribble down her thigh.
Judith stopped in a dark alley and got a tissue from her purse to wipe it off. She didn't want any signs on her body.
But as she began wiping, an impulse seized her. She put her index finger to the sticky stuff and touched it.
She made little circles with her finger in it, then brought her finger to her mouth and sucked on it. The salty sweet taste of it pervaded her senses. Then she wiped it off her thigh.
She snapped out of her reverie when she heard the vicar say her name. She looked up.
"Judy, I'll see you now," the man said. "Sorry to keep you waiting, child."
"Thank you, Vicar, she said as she stood up to go into his office.
CHAPTER TWO
"But, my dear, you must remember that this incident was not your fault," the vicar said when she had finished telling him of her ordeal.
"Yes, I know, but I just help but feel guilty about it," she told him.
"Now, now, child ... I know it must have been terrible for you, but you'll get over it."
He was using his most consoling voice in an effort to comfort her. Her eyes were watery with tears.
"Oh. I don't know ... If anyone ever found out. no one would ever want me again." she said, almost starting to cry.
"Now, child," the vicar said. "I know that it must have been terrible, but these things happen."
"But I never thought it could happen to ME!" she wailed.
"That's what we all think, but it can happen to anyone ... The world is not such a nice place anymore."
"I know, but this thing has just been making me miserable ... It's all I can think about." she said.
The vicar paused and studied her. He felt his cock stir as he saw a tear streak her pretty cheek.
"The only thing for you to do. my dear, is to put this incident behind you and get on with the rest of your life."
"I know. Vicar, but how can I do that ... It was just too humiliating...! can't bear it any longer."
"That's no way to feel ... Always remember that you did nothing wrong; it wasn't your fault," he said soothingly.
Judith thought about it for a moment. She wanted to tell him the real reason for her guilt, But she wasn't sure that she could do that. It was just too degrading to her mind to admit to anyone.
But at the same time, she knew that her guilt could not be expiated unless she told the whole truth.
"But, Vicar, what I've told you isn't the worst of it ... It's not the worst of it by far." she said.
"Then tell me what was worse," he said.
"The truth of the matter is that ... I mean. I actually ... Oh! It's too gruesome to tell anyone!" she sobbed.
"Please, child," the vicar said, "I know it's difficult for you, but you must tell me all of it."
"Oh, I'm so ashamed and so embarrassed I don't know what to do ... I can't live with myself any longer."
"Child, are you trying to tell me that ... that you ... that there was some arousal in it?"
"YES! Yes. that's the worst of it, Vicar. I was very aroused by it ... I LIKED IT!"
Uncontrollable sobs took hold of her body. She brought a tissue from her purse to her nose.
The vicar looked at her in shocked surprise, lie had never known that such a thing was possible.
One wracking sob after the other shuddered through her body as Judith sat in front of his small desk.
"This is something quite unusual ... Quite unusual," the vicar said almost under his breath.
"It's just too horrible to think about." Judith wailed through her tears. "I can still hardly believe it myself."
As the vicar looked at her. there was another stirring in his loins. Me tried to take his mind away from it.
"This does rather put things in a different light." he said. Then he thought about what to say next.
"I just feel so perverse, so abnormal about liking it the way I did," Judith said through her tears.
"Did you give the m a n any encouragement?" the vicar asked solemnly.
"No ... Nothing like that ... Well. not at first ... But I couldn't help but cry out with the pleasure later on."
"I see."
Both of them were silent for a long moment. Judith felt some relief now that she had shared her dark secret with someone.
She was hoping that the vicar could say something to her that would suddenly make everything all right again.
But as soon as she had the thought, she knew that no one had any magic words like that.
At that moment, she knew that it was something that she'd have to work out for herself, like it or not.
She felt better having told someone about it. Having related it to someone made her feel less alone with her shame.
"Have you thought about seeing some kind of a therapist about this," the vicar said after a pause.
"Yes, Vicar, but the closest one is in Coventry, and that presents difficulties," she said.
"How so, my child?"
"First, there's the problem of getting there, then there's the problem of his fee."
"Surely you can find one that's with the National Health," the vicar said to her.
"That's the problem," she told him, "you have to be in hospital before the National Health will cover it."
"I see."
There was another pause. "I can't get over the feeling that I should be punished for what I did," Judith said.
The vicar felt another stirring in his crotch. His cock started to swell inexorably as he looked at her.
"Perhaps that would be a good thing for you ... It might help you overcome the guilt." he said to her.
"What do you mean. Vicar?" she asked. By now most of her tears had dried.
"Simply that if you're actually punished for the way you enjoyed it, you'll feel that you've paid the price for what you felt ..There'll be no reason to feel guilty any longer."
"Do you really think so, Vicar? I'd give anything to make those feelings go away."
"I think it's worth trying if you think it'll help," he said.
"What should I do? Will it be something like a penance? I'll do anything you say, Vicar."
"A penance might be considered, but I think something more corporal should be considered."
"Oh, no ... That would mean that someone would have to know ... I couldn't bear it."
Judith felt a new wave of shame wash over her as she thought about telling someone else.
She thought that was asking too much. It had been bad enough just telling the vicar.
"No, my child," the vicar intoned, "it wouldn't mean telling another soul."
"Whatever do you mean, Vicar?" Judith asked. She didn't see how what he was saying was possible.
"I'm simply saying, my child, that I myself will administer the punishment to atone for what you felt,"
His cock reached a full erection as he said it. Very quietly, he put his hand between his legs and pushed his cock down against his thigh. That way, he thought he'd be able to conceal his condition when he had to stand up.
"Oh, could you. Vicar? The more I think about it, the more I think it's a good idea."
The vicar looked at his desk calendar. There were no more appointments that afternoon.
"Surely, my child ... We can begin immediately if you like," he told her. He tried to suppress a smile.
"I'd like that, Vicar ... The sooner I feel better about all this, the happier I'm going to be."
The vicar stood up from behind his desk keeping his thighs held together so that his stiff cock didn't show.
"If you'll follow me, my child, we can get started," he said. There was a slight crack in his voice.
Judith didn't notice the edge that had come to his voice. She stood up as he passed her chair and followed him to the door.
They walked out of his office and down a narrow flight of stone stairs to the sanctuary of the church.
The huge space was dimly lit by the rays of light that filtered through the stained glass windows.
He led her through the nave and to a small door at the end of it. He took a large key from his pocket and unlocked it.
Judith was surprised to see a narrow flight of stone steps descending in a circle from the door.
She had never known that the church had a basement. There had never been any public use made of it.
The vicar threaded his way down the steps and she followed cautiously. The stones were old and well worn.
When they reached the landing at the bottom of the stairs, the vicar lit a match. He brought it to a candle.
The candle cast a soft glow into the space. Judith could see curved arches and a few dusty barrels laying around.
The vicar walked on, leading her to still another door at the opposite side of the basement.
He unlocked it with another key and opened the door. There was a creak as it opened that sent a chill up her spine.
The vicar lit another match and lit a candle at each side of the entrance. The candles flickered into life.
As the room was suffused with the light of the candles, Judith let out a gasp at what she saw.
There were manacles and shackles on the wall. In addition, there was a stock and several benches with wide leather restraints on them.
"Don't be surprised, my child," the vicar said to her. "There was a time when the parishioners asked for such punishment for their sins. In addition, there were men of the cloth who felt that regular beatings made them more devoted. Most old churches in England have such rooms."
"But I never knew such a thing was possible," Judith exclaimed.
"Most of the parishioners never knew about it ... Only those few who needed such things."
There was a pause as she let her eyes wander over the old implements of torture and discipline.
"Is this room used very much there days?" she asked after she had taken it all in.
"no ... Only in very special cases is it used ... And I feel that you're such a case," the vicar said.
As he said it, he let his cock escape from the grip that his thighs held on it. With the dim light that the candles cast, he didn't think that the bulge it made in his black trousers would be noticeable.
Judith had a moment of doubt about what he might do to her. But then she resolved herself to go through with it.
Anything that might help her feel more comfortable with herself was worth a try, she thought.
And no matter how painful the punishment might be, it would be better than the nightmare she had endured.
"Now, my child, shall we get on with it?" the vicar said as he turned to her.
"Yes, Vicar, I'm ready if you are ... Just tell me what to do and I'll do it."
"First ... I think you should take off all your clothes ... There's a chair over there for you to put them on."
The request puzzled her at first. But she trusted the man, so she went to the chair and started to undress.
The vicar turned his head away as she removed one article of clothing after the next.
At this point, he didn't want her to think that he had any interest in her body. His cock strained against the fabric of his trousers.
When Judith was naked, she approached the vicar shyly. She didn't make a move to cover herself with her hands.
"I'm ready," she said when she reached him.
He turned to her. Involuntarily, his eyes roamed over her body. He took in the firm breasts with the dark pink nipples at the ends. Then he feasted on her slim waist, finally allowing himself a brief glance at the mound between her legs and the curly pubic hairs that sprouted there.
The vicar took her hand and led her to the wall opposite the door. He put her hand in a manacle and closed it.
He went to the other wrist and pulled it up to the manacle on that side. Then he looked at her.
"Now do you feel sorry for what you did and the way you enjoyed it?" he asked her. The catch in his throat was more noticeable now.
"Oh, yes, Vicar, I'm so ashamed of myself that I don't know what to do," Judith replied.
"You're going to pay for your lustful heart, my child ... You're going to pay dearly."
Judith comprehended now that change that had come over the man. There was a glint in his eyes that frightened her.
He looked over her body slowly, then turned and went to the wall to the right of the door.
The candle didn't shed much light there, but she could dimly make out some object hanging on the wall.
When the vicar returned to her. she saw that he was carrying a whip in his hand. It had a thick leather handle and many thongs coming out of it.
The thing that registered most clearly to her as she looked at it was that it didn't look old.
The thing looked like it had been used, but at the same time, it looked new. It confused her.
As she watched the vicar standing in front of her running his hand over the whip, she felt a moment of fear. Then as her gaze wandered around the small room, she thought about how odd this entire situation was. It had seemed plausible before, but now it seemed unreal.
The vicar let the thongs of the whip slide through his fingers as he looked at her naked body.
"Now, my child, you'll be punished for your transgressions," the vicar told her.
He raised the whip into the air and brought it down across her thigh so that the ends of it trailed around her and connected with her buttocks.
Judith winced with the pain that the heavy blow inflicted. Then the room echoes with the crack of the whip again.
She winced again as the strong sting of it registered on her. brain. Then she felt the oddest sensation she had ever felt in her young life.
After the pain of the lash died away, she felt her skin grow warm. The warmth radiated throughout her pelvis and made her clit twinge.
She was shocked by the sensation at first. It was almost the same as she had felt when she'd been raped.
It was something else that she thought she shouldn't be experiencing. It just wasn't normal to have that reaction.
The vicar raised the whip again and brought it into her. This time it was against the other thigh.
And this time she didn't wince as the thongs of the whip bit into her skin. The pain was intense, but she knew pleasure would follow.
The vicar brought the whip into her again. The warmth she was feeling was enough to make her pussy start to get warm and moist.
She let out a low moan with the pleasure she was feeling. The vicar brought the whip up and brought it across her breasts.
The change in position of the lash startled Judith for a moment. Then her breasts-started to feel warm.
More fluids seeped into her cunt, and she felt her nipples get erect. She felt a flush of embarrassment.
There was another strong blow across her breasts. Then more warmth radiated across her chest.
Her nipples became even more sensitive and the pleasure they emitted filled her. Her clit gave another twinge.
The vicar brought the whip across her tummy. It left small red welts where the leather thongs connected with her skin.
There was one loud crack after the other as the vicar continued with the whip. He gave her lash after searing lash.
By that time, red welts crisscrossed her flesh. Her body felt like it was on fire. Her pussy got hotter and wetter.
Finally, the vicar stepped back and looked at his handiwork. His eyes glowed with satisfaction at what he saw.
"There's only one place I haven't touched yet," he mumbled as he moved in closer to her.
He held the thongs of the whip in his hand and brought them gently across her mound. Judith shivered with anticipation.
The vicar held the whip low between her legs and brought it sharply upward. The thongs connected with her mound.
It stung as the whip hit her, but as soon as it was drawn away, Judith felt an incredible sensation in her cunt.
Her clit gave a strong twinge and the whole region felt hotter than before. She was engorging steadily.
More and more fluids started to ooze into her cavity. She started to get the feeling that she wanted him to do more.
The vicar brought the whip-up into her crotch another time. Judith felt herself get still hotter as the sting of it faded.
The vicar transferred the whip to his left hand and pressed his right hand against her mound.
The pressure of it made her clit give another twinge. More juices flowed into her.
Then lie nudged his index finger between her outer folds and poised it at the entrance to her hole.
He eased it into her and swirled it around. He pressed his finger up her as far as it would go.
When he withdrew it, he looked at it. It glistened with her fluids. He put the finger in his mouth and sucked on it.
Now Judith knew that more was going on here than a punishment to atone for her sins. She smiled at the vicar.
Then she lowered her head to look at his crotch. She could see the tent that his cock was making in his trousers.
She got still wetter as she thought about the possibility of his putting his thing inside her.
At the same time, the emotions she was feeling confused her. Here she was supposedly getting punished, but all she could feel was pleasure. It didn't make any sense to her as she tried to sort it all out.
The vicar walked hack to the wall where lie had gotten the whip. He returned it and got something else.
When he was in front of her again, she saw that what he had was a riding crop. Her clit gave a stronger twinge.
"I see that so tar all I've done is give you pleasure," the vicar said to her in a hoarse tone.
"'I don't understand it. Vicar." Judith told him. "But somehow it makes me excited."
"I can see that I'm going to have to beat the lust out of you, young lady."
"But it makes you excited too..! can see that," Judith said with a smile on her face.
An evil glaze came over the vicar's eyes when he heard her words. He had thought it too dark for her to notice!
"My child, you're going to have to learn to keep your eyes where they belong." he said with a snarl.
She tensed as he raised the riding crop. He brought it down strongly across her left thigh:
The pain from the crop was more intense in the single place where it struck her. The multitude of thongs on the whip had served to dissipate the force of his blows to some extent. She winced when she felt the impact of 'the crop.
He raised it again and brought it down on her flesh. This time her entire body jerked as she felt its sting.
Then he moved to the other thigh and gave it the same treatment. She felt more and more pain with every blow.
But just as the pain had increased in intensity, so too did the sensation of warmness that followed it.
He brought the crop to her nipples and flicked the end of it back and forth on them. It tickled her.
Then he gave the right breast a heavy blow that stung from the base of the breast to the tip of the erect nipple.
She shuddered with its impact, but the strong sensations that followed the pain made it worthwhile as far as she was concerned.
He gave the breast another blow then moved to the other one. He gave it the same treatment.
By the time he was finished with her breasts, Judith's chest was filled with pleasurable sensations.
The afterglow of each blow brought her level of arousal higher. She didn't understand it, but it was something that she couldn't deny. More and more fluids were dripping into her cunt.
The vicar brought the tip of the crop to her slit. He let the very end of it part her outer lips. He moved it up and down her parting the lips as he went. Judith let out a moan.
The vicar drew the crop away from her and gave her mound a lash with it. She winced.
Then he brought it up between her legs so that the end of it connected with her perineum.
Judith felt the heat of the blow permeate her pelvic region. She got still hotter and wetter.
The vicar brought his shoes behind her naked feet and kicked them forward so that her buttocks was away from the wall.
Judith hung there slack, her arms stretched by the weight of her body pulling downward on them.
The vicar brought the crop up from between her legs so that the end of it connected with her smooth buttock.
The blow stung, but then more warmth radiated through her. He gave her another and another.
One strong lash after the other went to her buttocks. He switched from one cheek to the other with each lash.
Then he centered the crop on her and brought it strongly up so that it went between the cheeks of her ass.
The cheeks of her ass were still too tightly pressed together for the effect he wanted, so he kicked her feet farther apart.
When her ass was fully splayed, he brought the crop into her once more. The end of it connected with her asshole.
She closed her eyes at the pain it created when it connected with the sensitive tissue of her puckered hole.
Before she could recover, there was another blow and another. She started to quiver with the pain he was inflicting.
But when he stopped, she realized that the warmth she felt on her sphincter was exquisite. It was worth every bit of the pain.
He stopped then and went back to the corner. He picked up something from the bench that was almost totally hidden in darkness.
When he came back to her, she realized that it was a vibrator. She knew that it couldn't have been a relic of the Eighteenth Century.
He turned it on and the whirring sound of it filled the small space. There was a twinge in her clit as she anticipated its entry.
But he didn't bring it to her slit as she'd hoped. First he pressed it against the hard nipple of her right breast.
As he pressed hard enough to indent the nipple, Judith felt one jolt after the other pass through her.
The pleasure of it was electric. Sensations came fast and furiously from her nipple. She let out a moan.
He brought it to the other nipple and repeated the procedure. More delicate sensations flooded her chest.
Then the vicar placed the thing between her breasts and slowly brought it downward. Judith sighed.
When he got to her navel, he pressed the tip of the vibrator against it. She started to giggle as it tickled her.
He brought it to her pubic hairs and drew it back and forth through them. Judith was dying to have it inside her.
The vicar brought the thing to the top of her slit and held it against her outer folds.
The whirring of the vibrator made her clit feel like a live electrical wire. The hard nub of nerves answered every vibration that passed through it.
Then he brought it to the center of her slit. He allowed the tip of it to part the outer lips. He held it against her hole.
"Oh, put it up there ... Put it inside me ... I need it up there," Judith moaned.
The vicar paid scant attention to her. He held the thing on her and let the vibrations make her pussy quiver.
Judith arched her hips into the thing and let out a moan. He allowed the tip to go inside her.
As soon as it was inside, the engorged tissues of her cunt answered the whirring of the vibrator. She moaned and groaned.
Slowly the vicar shoved more of the instrument into her. She let out a sigh of relief as it filled her slick passageway.
When it was all the way inside, the vicar started giving it little thrusts back and forth. The sensations it produced were exquisite.
"Oh, God," Judith gasped, "shove that thing up there ... Ram it into me ... HARD!"
Again, it was as if she hadn't spoken. The man kept up the small thrusts he was making with it in her cunt.
"I've got to have more ... Please ... Please really shove it up. But instead of complying with her, he slowly pulled the thing out of her. It glistened in the soft candlelight.
The vicar reached underneath her with his hand and poised the vibrator at the entrance to her asshole.
He held it-Judith was nervous at first about having the thing thrust up her rear entrance. She'd never had anything up there before.
But as the vibrations the thing produced echoed through her pelvis, her inhibitions collapsed. She wanted it anywhere he wanted to put it.
He gave it a push and the end of it parted her tight sphincter. She winced at the initial pain.
Then he gave another shove. More of it slid inside her. The lubrication of her own juices eased its entry.
Judith let her sphincter relax on the shaft of the thing as he pushed it into her rectum. The pain evaporated.
After a long, push, all of it was inside her. The vicar gave the end of it a push with his finger, and her asshole closed over it.
Judith relaxed for a moment and let the vibrations fill her. The whirring of the thing was barely audible now.
The vicar stood up in front of her and looked at her. He started to unfasten his trousers. Judith watched him.
After he unzipped his fly, he pushed his trousers and his underwear to his knees. His cock jutted out between his legs.
Judith looked at the thing and let out a gasp. It was long and thick with the foreskin barely over the rim of the head.
"I trust the young lady doesn't mind them on the larger side," the vicar said evenly.
"Oh, God, no ... Oh, please ... Put it up me ... I've got to have it ... PUT IT UP THERE!" Judith implored him.
He moved in close to her and bent at the knees. He centered his cock on her slit and the tip parted her outer folds.
When Judith felt the head resting against the entrance to her cunt, she let out a long sigh. At last she would be filled.
The vicar gave a thrust and the head of his cock slipped into her drenched pussy. He gave another push. More of the shaft went into her Then he gave a final hard push and his cock slid along the smooth membranes until it was all the way up her.
He held it deep inside her for a long moment. Then he pulled it almost all the way out and gave her a hard thrust.
Judith moaned with the pleasure it gave her. "Go ahead and fuck me ... Fuck me as hard as you want to," she said.
The vicar took another hard plunge. Then he held his cock inside her to savor the vibrations emanating from her asshole.
He set up a series of rhythmic thrusts in and out of her cunt. Time and time again he plunged into her.
Judith went higher and higher with the combination of his cock rubbing against her clit and the vibrator in her asshole.
The pleasure was so intense that she knew she couldn't hold out very long. With a crash, she went over the top.
Her pussy spasmed hard on his cock, and that was all that was needed to set the vicar off.
As she was plunged deep into the throes of a shattering orgasm, he let out a loud cry.
He plunged his cock deep into her convulsing pussy and held it there as spurt after spurt of hot white jism jetted out of the hole at the end of his cock. His hips jerked as he shot.
Judith let out a long sigh as the strong sensations of her climax subsided.
CHAPTER THREE
The next Monday afternoon, Judith had another appointment to see the vicar. She was nervous about it all day.
She had been a little confused about what had happened to her the last time, but the overall effect had been what was intended. She had begun to feel less guilty and ashamed about what had happened to her in the part and the way she'd reacted to it.
But at the same time, there were more doubts and confusion about what had happened with the vicar.
She felt fairly secure about it. There was no way the vicar was going to say anything about what had happened.
But his attitude after it was all over had made her wonder what was really going on. And she wondered about how she felt about it.
The vicar hadn't said much to her after it was over. She had expected an affectionate kiss or something, but none was forthcoming.
He had simply pulled up his trousers and waited patiently for her to dress after he released her from the manacles.
Then he'd snuffed out the candles as they proceeded back upstairs and locked the doors behind him.
All he'd said was to be there on Monday at four P. M. Nothing more, nothing less. It was an enigma for her.
And she'd thought that the vicar would offer some sort of explanation for what had happened. She'd wanted him to tell her how it would help her get over what had happened. But there had been none.
She was beginning to wonder about her body as well. Now that she'd had another intense physical experience, she wanted more.
Over the weekend, she hadn't been able to keep her finger away from her clit. Even her mother questioned her long trips to the bathroom.
"You're spendin' so much time in the loo, there's hardly a chance for anyone else," her mother'd said.
Judith had felt a flush come over her, but there was nothing she could do about it. But she didn't think anyone suspected.
She had tried resisting until she was in her bed and the rest of the family was asleep, but it had been impossible.
The sensation wasn't quite as nice when she did it herself, but it was a great pleasure just the same.
And when she really had time, after she went to bed at night, it could be almost as exciting for her.
She still ached to have something inside her and had tried the fingers of her other hand, but it hadn't worked terribly well.
But still it was much better than nothing. But at the same time, the needs of her body were starting to trouble her.
She wondered if this meant that she was destined to become a tramp. She didn't want that to happen.
But it seemed to her that there wouldn't be much point to resisting a boy's advances now. She had nothing to save.
And if she started to give in, in no time the entire village would know what she was doing.
It had happened to other girls. Once the boys found out that they did it, the girl would get a lot of dates.
Then there would be gossip. And once all the local boys had had her, there were no more dates.
The only exceptions would be when a boy couldn't find anyone else to take out and wanted some action.
Then they'd call, but the date would be nothing more than a round trip to the heath. Judith didn't want to be like that.
The boys would even use them as fast as they could. If possible, they wanted to drop them off at home while there was still an hour or so left before the pubs closed. Drinking with their friends was more important than spending time with the girl.
Most of the girls that went that route ended up in London. Judith had heard that some of them had become prostitutes.
She thought she'd die if anything like that ever happened to her. She was determined that it wouldn't.
But at the same time, she didn't know how to stop it The demands her body was making on her were too urgent to deny.
She thought she should bring these matters up with the vicar when she saw him. He might know what to do about them.
At tile same time, it seemed that he was as much a prey to the pleasures of the flesh as she was.
Judith didn't find that terribly surprising. He was. after all. a man. And most men tend to be that way.
The fact that he was a man of the cloth made most people think that he was above such temptations.
But she knew that that was far from the truth. She even doubted it was true for the Romans in spite of their vows of celibacy.
She'd always thought that there must be something going on between the priests and the nuns.
Or perhaps between the priests and other priests and nuns and other nuns. Now that she had been fully introduced to carnal pleasure, she didn't think that anyone in his or her right mind voluntarily gave it up.
Judith thought that a person had to be slightly daft to do such a thing. She certainly didn't intend to.
But then if she didn't intend to give it up. where would she get it? The question gnawed at her young mind.
She thought about the possibility of meeting someone from another village. But it was difficult to do that.
She knew that she wouldn't be content with her finger until she got married. That was asking too much.
The more she thought about it, the more anxious she became over the situation she was in. There had to be a way out.
But if there was, she couldn't see what it was. From what she could see at that point, she was headed down the primrose path.
It was difficult for her to think of herself as a loose woman, but she had to concede that it was a possibility for her.
With both her parents gone that afternoon, she felt free to pace the house thinking about it.
She had one long session with her finger early in the afternoon, but it only heightened her anxiety about seeing the vicar.
Then she began to wonder what was going to happen. Part of her wanted a repeat of the previous visit.
But another part told her that she shouldn't be doing such things. What happened to her, she thought, shouldn't have been so pleasurable.
It was only with reluctance that she accepted the fact of her arousal during that first visit.
But that brought on a new concern. She was afraid that if she did more of that, it might be the only thing that would excite her.
And if that happened, where would she be? What kind of man would want a wife who was only interested in such things.
Then what would happen to her? She'd heard about odd clubs in London for such people, but the idea repelled her. She couldn't imagine what sort of person would go to such a place.
Certainly she wouldn't. Not for all the tea in China. Her skin went cold as she thought about it.
She was trying to put all of what happened to her into perspective, but none of it seemed to tit. She knew there had to be a logical explanation somewhere, but she didn't know what it might be.
Her mind kept going from one question to the next as she put on a sensible frock and a small white hat for her visit to the vicar.
And as she walked through the clear bright sunshine on her way the church, she felt her spirits rise.
Either way, she thought, it should be a fruitful afternoon. If something happened, that would be fine with her.
And if nothing did, at least the vicar might be able to make some sense of her life. That would be nice too.
She waved to other villagers as she passed and stopped to chat briefly with a matron as she passed through the center of the village.
Then she began the short climb up the hill at the edge of the village to the church.
She thought it was a charming structure with its neo-Gothic lines etched against the clear blue of the sky.
Beside the church was a small cemetery, and she paused there for a moment and looked at her family's plot.
Her grandparents on both sides were in this cemetery, and it gave her a feeling of comfort and security to gaze on it.
That small patch of earth reflected a way of life that had barely been disturbed by the advances of the Twentieth Century.
Now there were telephones and electric lights and televisions and indoor plumbing, but the way the people live had scarcely changed.
But at the same time, she wondered if she could go on living that sort of life. She thought she might have outgrown it.
It wasn't that the lights of the city had any special attraction for her. It was just that city living might be her only alternative.
This time she didn't have to wait to see the vicar. He was sitting in the anteroom waiting for her.
When he led her into his office, she was surprised to see his assistant sitting there. She was nervous at first.
"You mustn't be disconcerted by Robert, my dear ... We share every confidence and he's completely trustworthy," the vicar said.
"But this is very personal," Judith told the vicar. "I just thought it might be better...."
"Have no worry, my dear ... Robert and I have already discussed your problems and he's as anxious to help as I am."
A flush came to her face as she thought about the details the vicar might have imparted to his handsome assistant.
The flush faded, and she tried to make herself at ease with the two men. She thought she'd start by asking about her previous visit.
"Does he know about the last visit?" Judith asked the vicar.
"Everything, my child," the vicar said. "And he's in complete agreement with our course of action."
"I see." Judith felt another flush come on, but it was even more short lived than the first.
For a moment she wondered what was going on. But she put it out of her mind and decided to let what was going to happen happen.
"Vicar ... I've been a little concerned about the way I've been feeling about these things," she said.
"Are you referring to your last visit here?" he asked her. lie raised his eyebrows as he said it.
"'Yes. that's part of it ... But I can't seem to feel that all this is going to lead me into something bad."
"My dear, you can't be led into something bad ... You can only go there of your own free will."
"I don't know about that ... Sometimes I think I don't have much choice in the matter."
"And do remember that there are things that most people think are bad which really aren't."
"What do you mean by that?" Judith asked him.
"I simply mean that because society disapproves of something doesn't make it intrinsically bad ... Now it may be bad for some people, but it may be something that's necessary to sustain someone else's life."
"I think I see your point. Vicar ... One man's poison, that sort of thing?" She asked.
"Yes, that's part of what I'm saying ... Also, 'To thine own self be true," applies, I think.!"
"And I think 'Know thyself is appropriate here," Robert said to them.
"Certainly," the vicar agreed.
Judith thought about it for a moment. It all sounded very nice, but she'd heard it all before at one time or another.
"Well, I guess I'll have to think about it some more, that's all," she told them.
There was a disturbingly long pause. She knew something was coming, but she didn't know what.
"Well, Judith, I want to tell you that Robert has agreed to help us this afternoon," the vicar said.
It took a minute to dawn on her. "Oh, you mean downstairs," she said.
"That's precisely what I meant ... Now do you think you're ready?" The catch had returned to the vicar's voice.
Judith didn't know what to say. She'd never done such a thing before. But the twinge in her-clit told her that she wanted to.
"Yes, I think that I am," she said.
"Good, then ... Why don't we all get started?"
Robert rose from the other chair in the room and started for the door. He held it open for Judith.
She got up and walked through it followed by the vicar. The two of them waited while the vicar opened the small door in the nave.
Silently, they walked down the stairs. The vicar again lit candles when they got to the basement.
He opened the door to the small room, and Robert and Judith entered after he lit the candles for them.
As light filled the room, Judith noticed that there was something new. It was a square metal frame supported by beams at the bottom.
On the top bar were manacles and on the bottom of each post were chains and locks. She looked at it curiously.
"Now, my dear, if you will please disrobe," the vicar said to her. The edge in his voice was more pronounced.
Judith went across the room and stood by the chair to take off her clothes. They talked quietly among themselves while they waited.
She couldn't hear-what the two men were saying, but she assumed that it was about her.
The sight of the room illuminated by flickering candles started her arousal. She felt her cunt get warm and moist.
When her clothes were stacked neatly on the chair, she returned and stood in front of them.
The vicar took no notice of her body this time, but Robert made a quick sweep of it with his eyes.
There was no part of her that his gaze didn't encompass. The firm breasts, the slender waist, the gentle curve of her buttocks and the mound covered by light curly pubic hair.
The man had to catch his breath after he surveyed her. But he tried not to let her know it.
"Now, my dear, if you'll just stand here," With a sweep of his hand, the vicar indicated the center of the metal frame. Robert went to one side and the vicar went to the other.
Each took and arm and raised it to the overhead bar.
Each man fitted a thick leather wrist restraint on her wrist and fastened it. Robert looked at her feet.
When the vicar noticed him, he said, "No ... I've found that it's better to leave the feet free."
Robert acknowledged the man with a nod, and the vicar went to the corner of the room for his whip.
Judith felt a twinge in her clit as he returned and stood before her. Then he raised the whip and brought it into her.
The first searing sting made her wince. Then there was another blow and another and another.
And now that she was standing in the middle of the room, his access to her was greater. She liked the idea.
While the vicar brought the lash into her, Robert went to the corner and returned with the riding crop.
As the vicar moved around her giving her one strong lash after another, Robert stayed on the opposite side and started using the crop.
While the vicar brought the lash into her buttocks. Robert applied the crop to her thighs. He took one strong swing after the other.
By the time they had made a complete circle around her, her body was a mass of red welts.
But for Judith, the pain had evaporated soon after they began. The warmth of their blows spread throughout her body.
Now each one of them was making her more excited. She felt her cunt engorge and her nipples get hard as they worked on her.
And she also noticed that each of them had considerable bulges in their trousers. She thought the dildo might not be necessary.
When they were satisfied that she had had enough, the vicar walked up to her and nudged his finger into her slit.
He swirled it around the outer folds. Then he poised it over the entrance to the hole and poked it in.
He rotated his finger around inside her, and took it out to look at it. It glistened with her juices.
As he put it into his mouth, Robert parted her outer lips with two fingers. He held them over her hole for a moment, then put them in.
He too transferred the fluids that they picked up to his mouth. The sight of it made Judith more aroused.
The vicar went back to the dim corner of the room and picked up something. Judith couldn't see what it was.
When he returned to her, he opened his hand and there were two alligator, clips in his palm. He took one of them to her right nipple.
With one hand, he pulled the nipple away from her body so that her breast was distended. With the other, he applied the clamp at the base of the nipple.
Judith winced with the pain that raced through her body as the clamp bit into her skin. Then she relaxed with it.
As the vicar repeated the process with the other nipple, she felt waves of pleasure radiate through her chest from her nipples.
Robert stepped up to her and tweaked her nipples with his fingers. The sensation made Judith let out a sigh.
Robert put his mouth over her left nipple and sucked it. The warmth of his mouth sent another flurry of sensations through her.
Judith felt her clit twinge. More and more fluids seeped into her cunt. It was getting very warm and moist.
Then Robert started to flick his tongue back and forth on her hard nipple. He went faster and faster with it.
Each time he ran it over her nipple, Judith's arousal became more intense. Robert went to the other nipple and repeated the process.
Judith let out a low moan at the level of pleasure he was creating in her chest. The sensations her nipples were giving off merged with those from her clit.
The vicar went again to the corner and came back with two smaller clamps. There looked like miniature clothespins and they ere joined by a black leather thong. When Robert came off her, he attached them to the very tips of her nipples.
Judith let out a loud moan when she felt them. Then the vicar pulled the thong in the center. Her breasts came away from her body.
Keeping tension on the thong, the vicar went to his knees in front of her. He put his mouth to her slit.
He inserted his tongue at the top of it and swirled it around. He located her hard little clit and pressed it against her pink folds.
At the same time, Robert moved around to her backside. He went to his knees and parted the cheeks of her ass.
Holding her buttocks apart, Robert put his mouth over her puckered hole. He ran his tongue around it.
The vicar kept pulling the leather thong as he started to run his tongue back and forth on her clit.
Judith couldn't believe the sensations both of them were producing in her. They were forcing her to the edge at an alarming rate.
She rolled her head back on her shoulders and let out one moan after the other. This action also increased the tension on the thong.
It seemed as if every conceivable organ of her body was filling her with pleasure. She thought it was divine.
Robert brought his mouth closer and locked his lips around her asshole. He darted his tongue into it.
Judith went higher and higher as the two men worked on her. She had the sensation that she wanted to be filled.
"Oh, please," she moaned, "won't somebody stick it in me ... Anyplace, just put it in."
Robert was the first to oblige her. He undid his trousers and pushed them to his knees.
Then he centered his cock on her tight puckered hole and wedged the tip of it in. Then he gave another push and the whole head entered.
He held his cock like that for a moment, then he gave it another shove. Half the shaft sank into her.
Finally, he buried his cock to the hilt in her tight hole. He pulled it partway out and shoved it back in.
As he started thrusting slowly, the vicar stood up in front of her. He pulled down his pants and underwear.
He bent at the knees and centered his cock on her slit. One of Robert's thrusts pushed her closer and the tip of the head parted her outer folds.
The vicar gave a shove and the head of his cock entered her wet pussy. He pushed long and slow and sank in to the base of his shaft.
As he held his cock inside her, he could feel Robert's prick sliding in and out of her asshole through the thin membrane that separated them.
The vicar pulled his cock back and plunged into her. Judith let out a moan as he sank in.
The vicar started to match the rhythmic strokes Robert was making in and out of her.
As Robert went faster, he increased the pace along with him. In and out they went, back and forth.
The slurping sounds of the two cocks going in and out filled the room. Judith moaned with pleasure.
As they went faster and faster, Judith started to pant. She knew that such an onslaught would soon push her over the edge.
But there was nothing she could do about it. The thrusts were taking her inexorably higher.
Both men started to breathe more heavily as they pounded into her, one heavy stroke after the other. They were still keeping pace with each other with their driving cocks.
Judith felt the sensations from her nipples, her cunt and her asshole welling up and merging into one single exquisite pleasure. She gasped with it.
The vicar and Robert drove their cocks faster and faster into her.
In and out.
Back and forth.
Faster and harder.
Over and over again.
Judith was perched near the edge of a great abyss. She longed to topple over into the void, but at the same time, the pleasure she was feeling as they rammed in and out was so great that she never wanted to lose it.
"Oh, yes yes, yes, yes, yes yes, yes yes, yes," she chanted as they pounded into her.
Every thrust brought her closer to the edge. Each new burst of sensations was more exquisite than the last.
Still the two men ground away at her cunt and her asshole. Each one was taking strong strokes into her.
In.
Out.
Back.
Forth.
Faster.
Harder.
Again and again.
A blinding flash seized Judith's brain, and she was hurled to the edge of a precipice where she was precariously perched.
There was a spasm in her hot cunt, and shudders raced up her body. She cried out as the force of it hit her.
The two men continued to pound into her as the orgasm held her in a solid vise of passion.
As soon as the spasms abated, there was another orgasm. Her pussy went into another series of contractions.
She moaned and groaned as it swept over her body. There was another blinding flash in her brain.
This one had barely started to fade when it was followed by another. Its intensity overwhelmed her.
Her orgasms started coming faster and faster. They came one on top of the other. Then they started to merge together. They thrust her into an oblivion of pleasure she had never known before.
The rushing of her blood in her ears was the crash of a tidal wave of sheer pleasure.
It rocked her.
It engulfed her.
It carried her away.
She was lost in the glory of it. And still the vicar and Robert rammed into her, again and again.
Her pussy went into a strong convulsion. It clenched the vicar's cock and sent him over the top.
He took a few more heavy strokes into her, then he thrust his cock all the way to her farthest depths and held it there.
"AAARRRGGGHHHH!" he groaned as the first strong burst scalded its way up the tube on the underside of his cock and erupted into her pulsating pussy. Then there was another and another and another.
The knowledge that the vicar had come inside her pussy set Robert off. He gave her a few furious pounds after he passed the point of no return, then he let out an unintelligible shout.
He rammed his cock deep into her asshole and held it there. His hips jerked with each spurt that he emptied up her dark, dank, hot passageway. He was panting heavily by the time it was finished.
They came inside her and the warmth of their hot come pervaded her senses, Judith hit a final thundering orgasm. It raced through her body, setting every part of her atremble.
She moaned loudly with the force of it as it held her. It was an event she had been quite unprepared for.
Gradually, as they continued to hold their softening cocks inside her, the level of her sensations subsided. She was gasping for air. She felt totally and completely sated by the experience.
After they had all assembled themselves, Judith followed the two men up the narrow staircase.
When they got to the top, she stopped the vicar. "But what do I do if I find I need this sort of thing all the time, Vicar?" she asked. Then she added, "That's what I'm afraid might happen ... I might become addicted to this sort of physical pleasure ... And what will I do then?"
"Why, that's simple, dear," the vicar said with a twinkle in his eye. "All you have to do is come to church more often."
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BITCH BOARDERS
CHAPTER ONE
All the way on the long drive up the Hudson Valley, I hardly talked to my father. I knew what he was doing, and I knew why. He tried to put it in nice terms, but I wasn't buying any of that.
Every time he tried to start a conversation, I gave him a laconic answer that ended it.
He wouldn't believe anything I told him, so I didn't really see the use in talking to him.
Lately, he wouldn't believe anything I had to say. I guess that's why I started acting the way I did.
There really wasn't much else that I could do. There was no way I could act normal around that house.
But now it was all over. I was on my way to what he called a boarding school so I'd be out of her way.
She was the one that brought it all on. Everything had been fine until she showed up on the scene.
I didn't like her from the first day. That first night he brought her to dinner I knew there was something wrong with her.
She tried to be nice to me, to ingratiate herself to me so that she'd have a better chance to marry Daddy.
But I wasn't having any of that. Unfortunately he married her anyway. I knew things were going to be bad, but I didn't know how bad.
So now it had come to this. It was her final victory. I could just see her sitting in our apartment gloating.
Well, she probably wasn't sitting there. She was probably fucking with someone by this time.
The only thing I could be certain of was that it wasn't the chauffeur. He was driving us to the school.
But then he'd had her enough times, I'm sure. I only saw them a couple of times, but I'm positive there were many other times.
It had been so bad over the summer that I just couldn't take it any more. I had to do something.
So I told Daddy. That was a big mistake. She'd set him up to take that one. I should have known better.
He didn't believe a word I said. She'd exaggerated our not getting along and prepared him for the idea that I might start "making up stories" about her. And that's exactly what he thought I was doing.
I Was so mad I didn't know what to do. The idea that he believed her instead of his own daughter infuriated me.
I changed overnight from merely being cool to her to being outright hostile. I couldn't help it.
But at the same time, I had to respect her cleverness. And in the end, I guess she proved to be more clever than me.
Otherwise I wouldn't be on my way to this place. I even think that she searched it out and suggested it to Daddy.
Of course, there's no way that I can be sure of that, but it wouldn't surprise me a bit.
As we got closer to the "school," I decided to try one last time to make him listen to me.
"Daddy, won't you at least try to check on some of the things I've told you?" I asked.
"Now, Cynthia, we've been all through that before ... I know that you'll feel differently' after you've been at Miss Havisham's School for a while ... They have special facilities there, you know."
"I know." What he was referring to was a therapist and the walls. The place was a combination mental hospital and boarding school. It was one of those places people with sufficient means sent their daughters when they weren't acting in a suitable manner that fit their station in life.
"But, Daddy," I pleaded, knowing it probably wouldn't do much good, "I SAW her doing it."
"I know what you think you saw or what you wanted to see, dear, but you have to realize how impossible it is."
"I would have thought so too if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes," I told him.
He couldn't believe that I'd seen her with the gardener more than once while we were staying in South Hampton.
I guess he didn't believe it because the gardener is a Mexican and he didn't think she'd do a thing like that.
But I don't think it would make any difference to her if the guy was a Zulu. She'd take him on.
"So now you're sending me away to get lobotomized," I said with a dejected air.
"Now, Cynthia, don't be unreasonable ... It's nothing like that and you know it," he said.
"Well, the place is like a prison from what I've heard of it," I told him.
"I'm sure those stories are greatly exaggerated ... Although I do know the discipline is strict," he said.
"The 'discipline' is always strict in a jail," I said. There was a note of resignation in my voice.
"I wish you wouldn't talk like that, Cynthia ... You're just making it worse for yourself."
I sat there quietly while we drove along. I didn't know how I could make things worse for myself.
"It wouldn't be that hard for you to check up on her, Daddy," I told him.
"Cynthia, the matter is closed ... I don't want to discuss it any longer," he said.
"But I think you owe me that much. I am your daughter, remember?"
"And Gloria is my wife ... I won't subject her to something like that ... A man just doesn't do that, my dear."
"I think you're just afraid of the truth ... You're afraid what I'm telling you might be true," I said.
"It's nothing of the sort ... If I didn't know that I could trust her, I wouldn't have married her."
I let out a long sigh. This past year there had been times when I cursed my real mother for dying five years ago.
If that hadn't happened, things would be totally different now. I had the feeling that she hadn't had a right to die and leave us.
It just wasn't fair.
But there was no denying the facts of the matter. And there was no way to go back in time and change things.
I was headed for what was nothing more than a rich girl's reform school. I didn't know how I'd adjust to it.
At the time, I hoped it wouldn't be too bad. I didn't think that they could do anything really bad to me. I guess I had the notion that it would be something that I'd just have to endure.
And I already had a strategy for getting out. After a few weeks, I'd change my tune with Daddy. I'd tell him how good the therapy was and how much better I felt. Then I'd tell him how sorry I was that I'd told him all those "lies" about Gloria. I hoped it would work.
If it didn't, I didn't know what I would do.
I figured I'd have to come up with something else, but I didn't know what it would be.
If it worked and I got to come home again, I was determined to find a way to make him believe me.
I thought that perhaps if I could get pictures of her "in flagrante delecto," he might accept what I was saying.
But until I had that proof, I wasn't going to say anything. I was just going to keep my mouth shut no matter what she did.
I had the notion that I might even try to make friends with her. Or at least let her think we were friends.
There was no way of telling if she'd go along with something like that, but it was worth a try.
I doubted that I'd ever really be able to win her confidence, but if we were just good enough friends so that she dropped her guard a bit, I thought that I could get her some way. That would be all I'd need.
As we approached the main gates of the place, Daddy turned to me. There was a look of sadness in his eyes.
"Now, Cynthia, I want you to do well here," he said as the car came to a stop at the locked gate.
"I'll try, Daddy, I really will," I told him. I was starting my routine already.
As I looked up at the high wall that surrounded the place, I was almost surprised that there wasn't barbed wire on the top of it and guard towers. I wondered if they lit up the place at night.
"I hope you mean that, dear ... It'll be best for all of us in the long run if you do," he said.
"I do mean it ... I'm going to do everything I can to do well here ... Really."
We were quiet for a moment as the chauffeur opened the window and spoke into the intercom.
Then the gates opened automatically and we continued up the long circular drive to the main building.
When we arrived, a man in a sweater and slacks came out of the building and opened the back door of the car.
"I'll say goodbye to you here, Cynthia," Daddy said to me.
"Goodbye, then," I said. Then I put my arms around his neck and gave him a big kiss. There were tears in my eyes.
I got out of the car, and the chauffeur came around and opened the truck. He handed my valise to the man in the sweater.
"Right this way, Miss Armstrong," the man said. "I'll show you to your room."
I followed him into the building. We walked into a large foyer and then turned to the left.
He got a string of keys out of his pocket and opened a door. I went through it as he held it for me.
There was a stark contrast to the corridor I entered. The part of the building we had first entered had been older and was rich with dark woods and details. It had looked like it was someone's estate at one time and had been converted for use as a "school."
But this part was cleanly modern and functional. The walls were light green and the doors to the rooms on either side of the corridor were white. Each door had a small window in it.
With another key, he opened one of the rooms on the left-hand side of the hallway. Again he held it while I entered.
The room was small and sparsely furnished. There was a single bed, a table with a lamp on it, a chair and a bureau. In the wall opposite the bed was a closet. It looked exceptionally dreary to me.
"You mean I have to live here," I said to the man. The place was just too spartan to endure.
"For the time being, Miss Armstrong ... All the girls arc assigned to this wing when they first arrive," he informed me.
"Well, then, how long do I have to stay here?" I asked him. I hoped it wasn't long.
"That depends on you, Miss Armstrong ... If there are no problems, perhaps as little as four weeks."
"What do you mean by 'problems' and what happens if there are some?" I asked.
"I was referring to disciplinary problems ... If you hehave, you get reassigned to one of the other buildings ... Then if you create a problem there, you get sent back here."
It was beginning to dawn on me what this wing was. "So this is your version of solitary confinement?" I asked.
"Please, Miss Armstrong ... We don't use words like that here ... This is not a prison."
There was a pause. Then I asked, "You seem to know my name, but I don't know yours ... What is it?"
"My name is Larry Mitchell ... I'm the attendant on duty this afternoon," he explained.
"Wouldn't 'guard' be a better word for it?"
"Now, Miss Armstrong, there are going to be 'problems' if you keep on talking like that."
"God forbid there should ever be a problem," I said. I heard the same peculiar intonation on the word "problem" that he used. If he was only an "attendant," I didn't think he'd have too much influence.
He got a perturbed look on his face. "You can get unpacked now, Miss Armstrong," he said. "Miss Havisham will see you in an hour and a half ... I'll come back to escort you to her office."
I looked him over as he stood there waiting for a response to show that I understood what he said.
He was a nice looking man, probably in his mid twenties. He looked like he had a strong body, and he had a handsome face with dark hair and watery blue eyes. I smiled at him.
"You don't have to be going so soon, do you?" I said in a demure tone. "I don't see anyone around."
"The rest of the girls are in class at the moment, but I have other duties to attend to," he said.
He started to back away towards the door, so I stepped closer to him. I put my hand to his crotch.
It was a bold maneuver, I know, but I thought it might be the only one that would work.
I knew that if I gave him much time, he'd leave and that would ruin my chances. In addition to being a little horny, I thought that it would be a good idea to get something on him.
If it took sexual favors to get better treatment around the place, I'd give them out.
I pressed my hand into his groin. Then I rubbed it back and forth. I bent my head up And kissed him hard on the lips. He tried to pull away from me but I could tell his heart wasn't in it. It was what he thought he had to do, not what he wanted to do.
And as I held my hand into his crotch, I could feel his cock start to grow. I rubbed my palm against it.
"Miss Armstrong ... Please ... I could lose my job ... This isn't permitted," Larry stammered.
"Like I said ... There's no one around ... And you've got the keys to the hall door," I said to him.
I pressed harder against his swelling cock. I could feel it getting bigger all the time.
Then I kissed him again. This time he answered the pressure of my lips. I opened my mouth.
He returned the gesture. We darted our tongues into each other's mouths. The hotness of his mouth excited me.
As we held the embrace, I felt his cock come to its full hardness. I knew that I had him now.
"Really, Miss Armstrong ... I can't do this ... It's not ... It's not allowed," he said when we parted.
There was no conviction in his voice. He was just saying that because he thought he had to.
I kissed him again and ran my hand over the rigidity that I felt in his crotch. I could tell that he had a big cock.
When our lips parted, I pulled him toward the bed. My pussy was getting warm and moist by that time.
I unfastened his pants when I got the two of us to the bed. He kicked off his shoes and I did the same.
Then I unbuttoned my blouse and he took off his sweater and the shirt that was underneath it.
He wasn't wearing a T-shirt, and his muscular hairy chest impressed me. There was a twinge in my clit.
I peeled off my blouse and unhooked my bra. I let the confining garment fall to the floor:
He looked at my breasts. For a sixteen year old, I was rather well developed. He pulled off his pants and underwear.
His cock jutted out proudly from a patch of curly pubic hairs. It gave a little jump as I watched it.
The thing was long and thick with a flared head that looked like a mushroom at part of it.
I wrapped my hand around it. I could feel the throbbing of the blood in it through my fingers.
Then I bent my head to one of his nipples. I put my mouth over it and sucked on it. He shivered with excitement.
I felt the thing get stiff as I sucked on it. I moved my mouth to the other nipple and did the same thing.
I kept my hand around his cock, or around as much as I could get my fingers around. It strained against me.
As I sucked on his nipple, I could feel his chest start to heave. All the time, more fluids seeped into my pussy.
I took my mouth off the nipple and unfastened the skirt I was wearing. I let it fall to the floor at my feet.
While he sat on the bed to take off his socks, I removed my panty hose. I sat naked next to the man.
We turned to each other and Larry fondled my nipples with his fingers. Waves of pleasure went through my chest.
The level of sensations that I felt increased when my nipples got stiff. I put my fingers to his nipples and pulled at them.
His cock gave another little jump when I touched him. I looked at it and saw a glistening bead of moisture in the hole at the end of it.
I took my hands away from his nipples and he did the same. We stretched out on the bed together.
As soon as he was on his back beside me, I raised my head and brought it down his body.
When I got to his cock, I put the head of it in my mouth. I darted the tip of my tongue into the hole at the end of it.
A salty sweet taste filled my mouth when my tongue hit the bead of moisture in the hole. It made me more excited.
I took as much of the shaft into my mouth as I could, then I came back to the head. I bobbed my mouth back and forth on it.
Then I moved my mouth to the sensitive underside and flicked my tongue back and forth across the place where the rim disappears into the hole.
He let out a moan as I did it. I went further down the shaft, licking the distended tube on the underside as I went.
When I got to his balls, I took first one, then the other into my mouth. The sack was too large for me to take all of it.
Then I went back up the shaft and took the flared head into my mouth. I could feel his cock pulsing through my lips.
He put his hands on my shoulders and pulled me off his cock. I went to my back on the bed.
Larry got to his knees and parted my legs with one of them. I spread my legs out so he could get between them.
He knelt in front of me and bent his mouth to my slit. I felt his tongue poke in at the top of it.
He swirled his tongue around inside me. Every time it passed over my clit, a jolt of sensations went through me.
More and more fluids oozed into my cunt. I let out a moan with the pleasure he was creating for me.
Then he held his tongue on my clit and started moving it back and forth. I arched my hips into his mouth.
Every movement that his tongue made took me higher. My pussy was fully engorged and my clit was hard.
"Oh, please put that thing in there ... Stick it up me ... NOW!" I pleaded. I had the need to have something fill me.
He took his mouth away from my cunt and scrunched in closer to me. Then he leaned over me and rested his weight on his forearms.
I wedged a hand between up and took hold of his cock. He lowered his hips, and I centered his cock on my slit.
He came down more and it parted my outer lips. I moved my hand back on the shaft and guided the head into my hole.
Then I took my hand away and he let his hips fall. His cock sank all the way into my wet pussy.
He started moving his cock back and forth inside me. It was thick enough so that the top of it rubbed against my clit. Each stroke sent me higher and higher. Almost immediately, I was on the edge of an orgasm.
I tried to hold myself there as he started to pound faster and harder into me. But still I inched closer.
Every hard stroke that he made created a slapping noise as our hips pounded together.
When I knew that it was inevitable, I arched my hips into him and went over the top.
I moaned and groaned At the pleasure I felt. The orgasm started with a brilliant flash in my brain.
Then my pussy went into a spasm around his thrusting cock. The pleasure of it was exquisite.
He continued to ram into me, and there was another orgasm and another. I was delirious with pleasure.
He was driving into me as hard and as fast as he could. His cock was going in and out at a furious pace.
Then Larry let out a loud gasp and buried his cock deep inside me. I hit another shattering orgasm as he started to come. My pussy went into a convulsion around his spurting cock.
He shot burst after burst into me, and the warmth of it filled my pussy. Then he was still.
Larry held his cock in me for a long moment, then he pulled it out. It glistened with the combination of my juices and his come. There was still a glob of the stuff in the hole of his cock. I wanted to suck it out of him, but he jumped off the bed and hurriedly dressed. Then he left without a word.
CHAPTER TWO
I lay on the bed for a long time that afternoon after Larry left the room. Then I got up and put on my clothes.
He hadn't told me where the bathroom was, but I assumed it was at the end of the hall since there wasn't one in the room.
I went to the door and discovered that it was locked. I could hardly believe it at first.
It was absolutely incredible to me that they'd do such a thing. I knew that I wasn't going to like the place a bit.
I went to the small mirror above the bureau and adjusted my hair. There was nothing to do but wait for Larry's return.
I looked in my purse and found a joint in the bottom of it. There were two other ones there as well, but it wasn't much of a supply.
Then I sat on the edge of the bed and lit the joint. I inhaled deeply and felt better immediately.
I figured that if I had to see the bitch that ran this wretched place, it would be best to get high.
And since the rooms in the corridor were locked, I knew that I wouldn't get much of a chance to talk to the other girls.
I guess that was the point of the whole thing. I hated the very concept of it. It was almost worse than a jail.
The only difference was that the place attracted a higher class of inmate. I didn't know if I could take it.
I smoked the joint slowly. The more I toked, the better-I felt. The room was beginning to fill with blue smoke.
I looked around for an ashtray, but there wasn't one. Well, that figured, I thought. A place like that certainly wouldn't allow smoking.
Then I thought about the smell. As much as I hated to lose all that smoke, I opened the window.
For a moment, it was hard to pull up and I was afraid that it might be nailed shut. But they already had bars on the outside.
When I had it open, the smoke started to drift out of the room. I took a last toke on the joint and put it out against the leg of the bed.
I put the roach back into my purse. I didn't want to waste anything. I knew that I was going to be needing it.
After I finished unpacking the few things that I'd brought, I lay down on the bed to wait for Larry.
I thought about the idea of seducing him again just to take my mind off the place. But I didn't think it would work out.
I had the feeling that I was caught in a trap. And it was Gloria's trap. I hated her more than ever.
Now I knew I was going to do what I'd told my father I would. I hadn't been sure at first, but now there was no questions about it.
That place was just too grim for words as far as I was concerned. There had to be a way out and being as good as I could was one of them.
Even if I did have to put up with that woman in the house, living in New York was better than this.
In a place like that, there's just no relief from the tedium. And I was used to having lots of diversions.
I don't know how long it was until I heard the door open. I was still floating from the grass.
I looked up from my bed and saw Larry standing there. He looked at me for a long moment.
"Miss Havisham will see you now, Miss Armstrong," he said after the pause.
"You could at least call me 'Cynthia' after what we did earlier," I told him with a rueful smile.
"I'm sorry, but that wouldn't be proper, Miss Armstrong," he said. He stood there waiting for me.
I got to the side of my bed and stood up. "Well, have it your way," I said. "Now lead me to the old hag."
As soon as the words escaped my mouth, I was sorry for them. I remembered my resolve to be good.
"You really mustn't speak that way, Miss Armstrong," Larry said as we walked out into the corridor.
"I'm sorry," I said as sincerely as I could. "I'll try not to let it happen again."
"That's much better, Miss Armstrong."
He led me out into the foyer again and up a wide flight of stairs. Then we went down a wide hallway.
Larry stopped at a door on the right side of the hallway and knocked on it. He opened it when a voice said to come in.
"Miss Armstrong to see you, Miss Havisham," he said.
I walked into the room and up to her desk. I just stood there looking at the woman.
She didn't look like the shrew that I had pictured. She appeared to be about forty, but she obviously took care of herself.
She had light strawberry blonde hair and she was wearing a pale green dress that set it off.
The woman looked like she had a very good figure, and her face looked attractive in a mature way.
"Thank you, Larry, you may go now," she said in a pleasant voice. "You can take a seat, Miss Armstrong," she said to me.
I sat down in front of her and looked around the room. It was certainly different than the one I was staying in.
There was heavy beige carpeting on the floor which set off the rich detail of the woodwork.
Here and there on the walls were paintings which looked like good copies of Old Masters.
And thick velvet drapes of dark blue flowed gracefully from the tops of the windows.
Altogether, it was a room which showed taste and refinement. It was totally unlike my small cubicle.
"Now, Miss Armstrong," Miss Havisham said to me, "I'm completely familiar with your background, so you needn't try to hide anything from me. And I'm quite sure that you know why you were sent here."
"Yes, M'am," I said as politely as I could. I couldn't help but resent her for the way I was being treated.
"Now when you go back to your room," she continued, "you'll be given a complete set of all the rules and regulations of this school. I expect you to read and study the booklet very carefully."
"I will, M'am."
"I feel it only fair to warn you right from the outset that any infraction of the rules will be dealt with very severely. And there's no reason for you not to be familiar with all of them. Is that clear?"
"Yes, M'am."
"I'm sure that you find your present living arrangements rather confining ... But all the girls have to live in that corridor when they first arrive ... If your behavior is acceptable, you'll be transferred out of there in a few weeks. But any infraction of the rules can always cause you to be sent back. Do you understand, my dear?"
"Yes, M'am."
There was a knock on the door and Miss Havisham told the caller to come in. I looked around and it was Larry.
He walked up to her desk and opened his hand so that she could see what was in it.
I tilted my head to see as well, and there were my two joints and the roach. I felt a flush rising in me.
"I found these in her purse," Larry said to Miss Havisham. Then he dropped them on her desk.
"Thank you, Larry, that will be all," she said. Then she turned her gaze to me and fixed my eyes with hers.
"I'm sure that you knew before you came here that this sort of thing wasn't allowed," she said evenly.
I was livid with rage that someone had gone through my purse. I felt almost as if I had been violated.
"You evil bitch," I blurted out. "You had him go through my purse ... That's not fair!"
"Fair or not, it's our policy here," she said. "And I'll not tolerate another outburst like that."
"Then fuck you!" I shouted. "You're nothing but a dried up old cunt and I hate you!"
'Stop that this instant! Such language is not tolerated at this institution!"
"This is a fucking prison and you're nothing but a warden in drag!" I yelled at her.
She reached to the intercom set on her desk and pressed a button. "Lois, come in here," she said when it was answered.
The door in one of the side walls of the office opened and a mannish sort of woman walked into the room.
"This girl needs a trip downstairs," Miss Havisham told her. "She needs to learn how we operate around here."
"Come along, young lady," the woman said to me in a gruff voice. She nudged my shoulder.
I stuck my tongue out at Miss Havisham and got out of the chair. Then she gave me a rough yank toward the hall door.
"Lois, that impudent creature just stuck her tongue out at me ... See that she learns some manners," Miss Havisham said.
I followed the woman out the door and down the steps. When she got to the foyer, she went around behind the staircase to a small door.
After she opened it and switched on a light, I followed her down a narrow flight of stairs. "Put your hands here," she said to be when we got to the dimly lit basement. She gestured to a bar with straps on it.
I put my hands on the thing and she quickly fastened then with the leather straps. There was no way to get away.
Now I regretted what I'd said. I should have been apologetic and promised never to do a thing like that again.
I was in a bent position with my hands secured to the rail. The next thing I knew, I felt my dress being pulled up and tucked into the waistband:
Then her hands went to my panty hose and pulled them down. I found it difficult to believe that such a thing was happening to me.
There was a funny feeling in my pubic hairs, then the next thing I knew, her hand connected with my ass.
I had never been spanked as a child and I didn't know that it could be so painful. My buttock smarted with the blow.
Then she brought her hand onto the other buttock. The searing pain of it brought tears to my eyes.
"You'll learn to keep a civil tongue in you, young lady," she muttered as she brought her hand into me again.
There was another blow after that and another. The room echoed with the sound of her hand connecting to my buttocks.
Then for a moment it stopped. I thought that the thing was over. I knew that I had learned my lesson.
All of a sudden I felt a new pain in my naked asscheeks, something even worse than her hand.
It felt like it was some sort of wooden object, long, moderately thick and long. Something like a cane.
The sting that I felt from it was intense. My buttocks were already tender, and that made it hurt even more.
She gave me another blow with the thing, then it was one heavy blow after another. I could feel my buttocks turning red.
Tears started to run down my cheeks. The place was turning out to be even worse than anything I had anticipated.
The blows with the cane came to a halt. I was sure that it was over now. I thought that I had had more than enough.
"Do you think you've learned your lesson, young lady?" Lois asked me. Her voice hissed.
"Yes, M'am," I said through my tears. "I'll never do it again, I promise."
"I'll make sure that you've really learned it good," she said with a snarl.
I started to protest when I felt the bite of a whip against my bare buttocks. The pain was searing.
My tears turned to sobs when the pain radiated through my body. My body shook with my sobbing.
She brought the whip into me again and again. It felt like my skin was being flayed away from the bones.
I didn't know that such pain was possible, let alone think that I'd ever experience it. I was in agony.
She was a woman who didn't know any mercy. From time to time I heard a noise coming out of her that could have been laughter.
I winced each time the whip connected with my flesh. I could almost see the red welts it was leaving.
Again and again she brought it into me. The crack that it made when it hit me echoed throughout the room.
At last, I started to scream. The pain was so severe that I didn't think my body could take any more of it.
She finally stopped it. My buttocks felt like they were on fire. They throbbed with every beat of my heart.
The woman moved in close to me. I felt something graze my slit. Then it parted my outer lips and was poised at my hole.
"You'd better remember this, young lady," she snarled. "The handle of the whip is all you'll get up there while you're here."
Then she shoved the thing into me and started thrusting it back and forth. She let out an evil laugh.
I didn't feel much of anything until she put it in so far that it stretched the membranes in the back of my cunt.
That was painful and I winced. It was a mistake because she only rammed it in further the next time.
I gritted my teeth against the pain that she was inflicting on me. I didn't want her to know how bad it felt.
At the time, I was worried that she might actually tear me. But I suppose those tissues are fairly elastic.
Back and forth she went with the whip handle, in and out, faster and faster. I hoped it would end soon.
Finally, she pulled the thing out of me. She unstrapped my wrists and I arranged my clothes.
"Next time you'll think before you open that mouth of yours, young lady," she said. "If you don't, you'll think that this session was a picnic compared to what you'll get."
"Yes, M'am," I said.
She led me back up the stairs. I collapsed on my bed when I got to my room.
CHAPTER THREE
I was careful to watch the way I behaved after that. And I was sorry that I had gotten off to such a bad start at the place.
But I did do one thing the next day that I thought was a good move. I managed to find a girl who had a camera and I had her take pictures of my bruised and battered posterior. I thought they might come in handy sometime.
As a result of what I'd done, I had to spend two months on the locked corridor. I thought I'd never get out of the place.
But there were ways to alleviate the isolation. The fact that the night attendant wasn't too swift aided us in that.
A girl named Sally Baxter who lived down the hall and was there for some minor infraction showed me how to do it.
You had to buzz the attendant to go to the john, so when you went back to your room, all you had to do was put a stiff piece of paper or something over the pin in the door. Then the thing wouldn't latch when you closed it.
After she told me that, I made it a practice to always go to the bathroom about nine or nine thirty, then I'd fix the door when I got back. They turned the lights out at ten o'clock, and no one could see us moving in the darkness.
The first night that I did it, I didn't really know what to do next. I heard some movement in the hall, but I didn't know what it was about.
Then there was a faint tap on my door. I sat there in the darkness for a moment, then it came again.
"Who is it?" I whispered after I got off my bed and went to the door.
"It's me ... Sally ... Did you fix the door like I told you? she asked.
"Yes," I whispered back to her. "You want to come in?"
"Yes."
I held my hand on the piece of paper that was between the door and the frame and opened the door.
Sally walked quietly into my room and sat on the edge of my bed. I closed the door and joined her.
"It's nice to be able to talk to someone for a change," I told her as I sat down.
"Yeah, this place is the pits," she said. "Hey, you got any cigarettes?"
"No, I didn't bring any ... And they found the joints that I brought with me," I said.
"I'll bet the old bitch really gave it to you for that."
"The worst thing was that I got so mad that I called her a 'cunt' and a few other things," I said.
Sally giggled. "Good for you, but I'll bet that she turned you over to Lois for it."
"She did, and my ass is still sore," I told her. It was still black and blue as well.
"Somebody ought to do something about that mean old dyke," Sally said.
"She certainly is a bitch, that's for sure, but I got one of the girls to take pictures of what she did to me."
"How'd you manage that?" Sally asked me.
"I passed a note in class until I found a girl with a camera and I asked her to bring it that afternoon. Then we slipped into the john in the classroom building and she took the pictures ... I have the film."
"God, that was risky ... They would have really torn into you if they caught you doing that," she said.
"I know, but I want some kind of proof about what goes on here," I said.
"What do you plan to do?" Sally asked. I could tell from the tone of her voice that she was getting excited.
"I don't know," I said, "but there must be something that I can do ... Maybe when I get out of here."
Sally let out a long sigh. "You don't get out of here until you graduate," she told me.
"You're kidding! That can't be possible ... I won't be able to stand it that long in this miserable place."
"Shhhh ... Keep your voice down ... We don't want to be caught like this," she whispered urgently.
"I'm sorry ... It's just that I was so upset," I said to her.
"I'll tell you how this place works," Sally said. "They charge a small fortune for the tuition, room and board and all that. They're making money hand over fist with this place ... There's no way they're going to let you out."
"But how can they? I mean, if your behavior is all right, they have to give you a good report, right?"
"Wrong ... You have to see that broken down 'therapist' they've got once every two weeks ... He always finds something wrong with you ... And they'll keep telling your parents that you aren't doing as well as they'd hoped."
I sat there in stunned silence for a moment. The whole thing was insidious. And I could see that it might work.
For a moment, I wondered if Gloria knew how the place worked. The more I had thought about it, the more convinced I was that she had put my father up to sending me there. He couldn't have found a place like this by himself. He simply didn't pay attention to such things. And I don't think he would have searched such a place out.
But then I realized that Gloria would be happy with me out of the picture on an almost permanent basis. That would suit her purposes nicely.
Then there was a stab of fear in me that I didn't love him.
Now I began to wonder if he was in danger. If she married him for his money, the next logical step would be to get rid of him.
And the first step of any plan like that would be to get rid of me. She knew that as soon as anything really strange started going on, that I'd watch her like a hawk. And she knew that sooner or later, I'd catch her.
Then she'd have everything. And her freedom. And maybe she'd even be able to get her hands on what was coming to me. She could argue that I was incorrigible and get control of my trust fund.
The thought of it send cold shivers up my spine. I started to shake with them as I sat there.
Sally put her arm around me. "What's the matter, Cynthia?" she asked me.
"Oh, it's a long story, but I've simply got to find a way out of here," I said.
"I don't know how you're going to manage that ... No one else has been able to do it."
"Well, I'm going to do it or die trying," I told her, the determination making my voice louder.
"Please remember to keep your voice down," she admonished again. "Getting caught like this won't help get you out of here."
I lowered my voice to a barely audible whisper. "I know ... It won't happen again."
She kept her arm around me and pulled me closer to her. It felt nice to be close to another person for a change.
"You'll find that it's not quite so bad when you get moved to one of the other buildings," Sally said.
"It must be terrible for you to have to come back here after being out of this wing," I said.
"Well, I don't like it, but I manage to put up with it ... It's not as bad as when I was first here."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean once you know the ropes and all, it's a little easier to deal with the place, that's all."
"Oh, I can see what you mean ... I guess that would make a difference ... I still feel a little disoriented around here," I said.
"Well, I'll teach you what I know as we go along," she said.
"Thanks ... It's nice to feel that I have a friend in this wretched hole ... It makes everything more bearable."
She pulled me tight against her and kissed me on the cheek. It made me feel warm and secure.
I decided to take the plunge and see what would happen. I turned to her and kissed her hard on the mouth.
She started with the impact of my lips on hers, but then she relaxed into it. A thrill went through my body.
She held the embrace and put her arms around me. I responded by putting my arms around her.
We held each other tightly as our lips pressed against each other. Gradually, we opened our mouths.
I poked my tongue into her mouth gingerly and started to explore it. Her mouth felt very warm to me.
Then I felt her tongue against mine. She put it in my mouth and swirled it around. There was a twinge in my clit.
As we held each other, I felt my pussy start to get warm and moist. I was getting more and more aroused.
"God, that feels nice," she said as she broke the embrace. Both of us were breathing deeply.
I put my fingers to her breasts and gave her nipples a squeeze through the filmy nightie she was wearing.
Sally let out a sigh and brought her hands to my breasts. She kneaded them slowly. A surge of sensations went through me.
My nipples became erect as she fondled me. At the same time, more and more fluids seeped into my cunt.
I took my hands away from her nipples when they were hard. I started to take off my nightie.
"I think this will be better if we're both naked," I suggested.
Sally giggled and took off her nightie. Both of us stretched out on the small bed. We turned to face each other.
"I think this is a lot better than what that bitch Lois is into," Sally said.
"Yes, I think so too ... That dyke is twisted as far as I'm concerned," I said.
"It's probably how she gets her rocks off."
"I wouldn't be surprised," I said as I said as I brought my mouth to hers. We held each other close as we kissed.
I could feel the hardness of her nipples pressing against my breasts. It sent another surge of excitement through me.
I took my mouth away from hers and brought it to the nipple closest to me. I put my mouth over as much of her breast as I could.
Then I sucked in on it. She gave a low moan when she felt it. I ran my tongue around her nipple.
After I made a few circuits around it, I flicked my tongue back and forth on it, faster and faster.
I moved my mouth to the other nipple, and sucked on it. Then I ran my tongue around it and flicked it across the top.
Sally let out a series of low moans as I worked on the nipple. I was getting hotter and wetter at the same time.
When I took my mouth away from the nipple, I moved my head slowly down her body. I licked all the way.
I came to her navel and stuck the tip of my tongue in. I pressed it hard into the small indentation.
I went further down and drew my mouth over her pubic hairs. I licked at them until they were matted with saliva.
When I came to her slit, I parted the outer lips with my tongue. I went to the base of her slit licking the soft folds.
I came back to the top in the same fashion, making sure that her outer folds were wet with saliva.
When I got to the top of her slit, I poked my tongue in and swirled it around. I felt it brush over her clit.
Then I located her firm clit with my tongue and pressed into against her pliant flesh. She groaned in pleasure.
I started to rub my tongue back and forth on her clit. She arched her hips into me. More fluids oozed into me. I started to moan constantly with the pleasure I was giving her.
Then I brought my mouth to the center of her slit and shoved my tongue into her hole. I swirled it around and around.
She was warm and wet inside. I pulled my tongue back into my mouth and sucked on it. Her taste filled my senses.
I started poking my tongue in and out of her. I went faster and faster as I continued. My face was pressed hard against her mound.
I stopped and started to work my way back up her. When I got to her breasts, I took the nipples into my mouth again, one at a time. I flicked my tongue back and forth across the hard tips of them.
When I was finished, I went back to her mouth and brought mine to it. I swirled my tongue around in it.
There was a new shortness to her breath. I could tell that she had become very aroused by what I'd done.
When our lips parted, she brought her mouth to one of my nipples. The hot wetness of it caused a surge of sensations to radiate through my chest. I sighed with the pleasure I was feeling.
She sucked in on the nipple and flicked her tongue on it. I felt myself getting more and more excited.
My cunt was getting so hot and wet that I had the sensation that it might actually be steaming.
She went to the other nipple and repeated the process. More waves of pleasure filled me. Then she moved her head precipitously to my slit. She put her mouth against the top of it and inserted her tongue.
A strong jolt of sensations went through me when she rotated her tongue in me. It brushed over my clit. The thing felt like it was a live electrical wire when she touched it. I moaned.
Sally held her tongue against my clit. Then she started running it back and forth.
I gasped with the pleasure it gave me. Back and forth went her tongue, faster and faster.
I gave her a nudge so that she'd move her hips around on the bed. I wanted to be able to get to her slit while she was at mine.
I put my mouth to the top of her slit once she moved around on the bed. I poked my tongue in.
As I whirled my tongue around in her, she went to the center of my slit with her mouth.
Then I felt her tongue go into my hole. I gave a sigh. She darted her tongue in and out of my slick passageway.
Each time it went up me, I felt more excited. It felt like my warm pussy was drenched in fluids.
I pressed my tongue against her clit and went back and forth on it. She let out a moan that was more like a gurgle than anything else. The sound of our slurping filled the room. I hoped it didn't go any farther.
Sally went back to my clit and brought her tongue to it. She ran her tongue back and forth on it.
Each stroke of her tongue on my clit sent a new jolt of sensations through me to a fever pitch, I went faster and faster on her clit. She arched her hips harder into me.
Her tongue went faster on me, and each new flick of it set off a barrage of exquisite sensations.
The pleasure got more and more intense as she continued. Her tongue brought me to a high plateau.
Slowly, I inched higher and higher until I was just at the edge of a vast abyss of passion. It was delightful.
Then with a resounding crash, I was plunged headlong into the void. I gasped but I kept licking her.
There was a blinding flash in my brain and my pussy went into a spasm. A shudder coursed up my torso.
There were more spasms and the thrill of it raced through my body, filling every pore with ecstasy.
As the sensations diminished a bit, I felt her hips arch into me and her pussy contract. I rubbed my tongue even faster on her clit as she came. Then another searing climax hit me. I was engulfed again in wiggling my tongue back and forth on her clit while the spasms and shudders hit me.
Then almost before the sensations subsided, there was another climax. I reeled with the force of it.
Then the orgasm started to crash in on each other. Each one made the next more intense. I was delirious with the pleasure of it.
The waves were stronger and stronger.
Then I hit a thunderous peak which made me lose track of time and space. I was lost in a raging sea of passion.
My entire body shook and trembled as it filled me. I let out a muffled cry as it held me in its throes.
Gradually, the sensations abated, and I realized that neither of us were licking each other any longer.
We were gripping each other's hips and panting for breath. It had been an intense experience for both of us.
Sally finally sat up on the side of the bed wearily. "I think I need some rest," she said.
She slipped into her nightie and left the room quietly. I didn't bother to put my nightie back on. I just slipped under the covers and went blissfully to sleep. I was completely sated by her.
Being able to at least do something sexually made life more bearable while I was in that wing.
And Sally and I managed to be roommates when I was finally transferred out. That was a nice turn of events.
The classes weren't nearly as rigorous as the school tried to make them out to be, and I had no trouble with them.
But there was no way that I could really adjust to the place. The best I could do was to hate it a little bit less.
Finally, about four months after I had arrived, I was summoned again to Miss Havisham's office.
I was nervous as I walked to it. I hoped with all my heart that I hadn't done something wrong.
At that time, I didn't think that I could bear being transferred back to the "solitary" corridor as I called it.
I knocked on the door and opened it when she told me to come in. Then I stopped dead in my tracks.
My father was sitting in front of her desk. I ran to him and put my arms around him. There were tears in my eyes.
He told me that he had caught Gloria in the act and that he was taking me home. Miss Havisham protested, but she couldn't do much. I knew that once I showed him the pictures and told him what was going on, she would be lost.