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 Too-Kay Web

   A Sexual Exploration

   Chapter 9 Arrival (M/F, F/FF, loving)

   By the time the two-hour journey had ended at one of two private
stations on Adam's estate the two girls had been so thoroughly misused and
beaten that they didn't know or care that they alighted from the train
totally naked and barefoot.  Miss Baker and John had done their work well.

   Miss Baker was leading them into the imposing mansion when Sir Adam
appeared.

   "Excellent, Baker, you got - what the devil have you done to them???  I
told you I did not want any cuts on them, or bruising.  You had better have
a good explanation for this!"

   "But Sir Adam - they were very bad girls, extremely bad girls in fact. I
felt they needed punishing,"

   "Why did you not tie them tightly and gag them, to be chastised properly
on my own property?  Why did you deviate from my instructions?  Enough!!!
Clean their wounds - ALL of them - and report to me at eight this evening.
We will discuss your shortcomings then," Adam turned swiftly and went
towards the stable block.

   Cesca was looking at her former companion and saw her swallow hard when
Adam had told her to report to him.  Could she be afraid of him after all?
On the train she had behaved as if she was Adam's equal in this enterprise,
but Cesca wasn't so sure now.

   John joined them and then two naked women were shepherded down a long
cold passage.  The walls were unadorned and damp and the floor was little
better.  By the time they had walked for what felt like hours, John turned
to the now-frozen pair and said,

   "You're new home awaits, ladies,"

   They were ushered into a room that, despite its furnishings, was still a
large cell.

   "I'll leave it to you to clean them up Ida, master needs me to accompany
him into Bath,"

   John left them.  Ida glared at the girls.  She knew she had overstepped
the mark, but it had been oh so tempting!  Now she had to bathe their cuts!


   "Right - Sir Adam wants your cuts cleaned.  Come here, you," she pointed
at Nancy.  "Lie on the bench.  I'll get the iodine to put on your cuts,
like he said, but he doesn't know how many cuts you and your mistress had,
so a few more wont hurt, will they?"

   As she came towards the door, someone opened it.

   "It's you, Martha, I was just coming for you.  Where is the iodine?  Sir
Adam has told me to clean these two before they join the others,"

   "A likely story, Ida Brown!  Anyhow, I'm here now, so I'll watch them
while you go to the dispensary for the iodine,"

   Ida left without saying a thing.  Martha said,

   "I can see what happened.  Ida got carried away, didn't she?  I'll just
look at you and see what damage she's done,"

   She went to Nancy and gently looked her all over, and then it was
Cesca's turn.

   "I'd best introduce myself, hadn't I?  I'm Martha, under housekeeper
here.  Being under housekeeper means am responsible for all of the master's
'toys', and you two are the latest in his 'toy box'.  I like my job as it
means I get to play gently with you, and *I* like gentle play!"

   Martha's hands were like butterfly kisses on the painful bodies of the
two newcomers.

   "My goodness, she really went overboard, didn't she?  Master isn't going
to be pleased when I report to him at eight tonight.  What WAS she using?"

   "A belt and her umbrella tip," Cesca said.  "I saw her ram it into Nancy
before we left London.  She also used something very sharp, but we were
blindfolded then,"

   "Her cheese-wire, no doubt.  She loves biting into flesh to see how deep
she can go before the subject faints with pain,"

   "All I know is that it hurt!!!!!!!"

   "I know, pet.  She'll maybe get a taste of her own medicine one day - we
can but hope!  Now, here comes Ida.  Best stop talking.  Ah, Ida, I was
wondering where you had got to,"

   "I saw my Bert and stopped to talk.  Sorry.  Now shall I do one and you
the other?"

   "No, I'll take the iodine, can't have you slopping it around.  You hold
the girl steady and I'll put the ointment on," Martha said, reaching for
the bottle and some cotton rags.  "Be gentle with the girls - if you know
what that means, of course!" she added.

   After a painful fifteen minutes the many cuts had all been daubed with
the purple ointment and Martha dismissed Ida saying,

   "You've done your job, now let me do mine.  I'll take them down to the
'boodower' to meet the others, while I prepare their beds.  It'll do them
good to be with others.  Come on, girls, I have got other work to do,
besides running round after you"

   The 'boodower' turned out to be a brightly lit boudoir with a number of
people - all about the same age as Cesca and Nancy - lounging around.

   "Mary!  Susan!  Come here.  I want you to look after Nancy and
Francesca. Find them some clothes from the clothes box for today, will you?
I'll look in a while and see they are alright,"

   Mary was a small girl with unusually big breasts while Susan was plain,
tall, and abrupt.

   "Why don't you have clothes of your own?  You look like you should have
them,"

   "John cut them off us," Nancy said.  "Then Miss Baker put us in rags
that were torn off on the train,"

   "Crikey!  Baker has her claws in you?  You'll not last long with both of
'em at you,"

   "Stop questioning them, Susan!  Come on, I'll take you to the box and we
will see what we 'ave got for yer,"

   With Mary leading the way, Nancy and Cesca made their way through the
room to a cupboard.  This was the 'clothes box'.  It was full of half used
clothes, mainly what Cesca thought of as working class clothes, and after a
rummage around, Mary came up with an outfit for them both.  Cesca's was a
bright red bodice with lots of black and red lace and a thigh-length vivid
red skirt, while Nancy ended up with a pale green bodice and a black skirt,
also thigh-length.  They also had a black corset apiece and two cotton
petticoats.  Once dressed, they felt warm for the first time since the
station in London, but Cesca was voicing her opinion of the clothes she had
been given.

   "I'm not wearing these!  I feel like a music hall dancer in this!  Why
are we dressed in this stuff?  I want something fashionable!  I want -"

   "Ces, be quiet!" Nancy urged.

   "No, let's hear what miss-high-and-mighty wants when she feels my rod,"
a young man interrupted.  "If Baker is interested in her, she must be
special, and in that rig I know what kind of special!  Come here luv, come
see what Jimmy has for you!"

   When Cesca tried to get away, he caught hold of her hand and pulled her
towards him.  Fumbling with his buttons, he released his cock, and then he
lifted Cesca's clothes up and made straight for her cunt.  Fingering it
quickly, he impaled Cesca on his rampant cock.  Only then did he reach
inside Cesca's bodice for her breasts.  Thrusting into her, he was enjoying
her feel, her newness.  Suddenly he came in her.  As suddenly as the
encounter had started, it was over.  Cesca felt lost.  Used.  Confused.

   "Now its my turn, I'm 'aving the other one.  Come to your Paul, he wants
to get to know yer,"

   Nancy was pushed into the arms of another man.  He ran his hands down
her, feeling her before the invasion.

   "Hey, we've got a real lover here, she loves being touched up!" Paul
called as Nancy's body reacted.

   Paul pushed at Nancy's bodice until he got at her breasts, then as he
licked them he caressed her thighs, moving upwards all the time till he
reached her softness.  Even after the brutalisation she'd endured, she
still wanted sex.  Sliding his cock into her, Paul laid Nancy on an ottoman
and fucked her.  She couldn't help it.  She wanted to be filled.

   As Nancy reached climax, she heard a 'Davie' coaxing Cesca to ride him.
She heard Cesca's moans of pleasure as he fingered her.

   "We've got two of 'em, mates!  Two lovers!"

   "All very well for you lot, but unless she takes it boy-style she's no
use for me," another grumbled.

   "Let me see, shall I?" another called across the room.  "We need more of
that type,"

   "Another time, Pate!" Davie retorted.  "This is a single, not a double,"

   Nancy came on Paul just before Cesca came on Davie.  The two men looked
extremely pleased with themselves until Martha returned.

   "What is going on here - as if I have to ask?  Get back to your side of
the room.  Susan - Mary.  Why didn't you stop it?  You all know the rules.
Newcomers are not to be touched until I or the master says so.  The four of
you will report to the study at six.  Now you two girls, follow me,"

   Martha opened a door next to the cupboard with the miss-match of clothes
and the girls meekly followed into a very plush study-bedroom.

   "Welcome to my study.  Nancy, you sit by the bed.  Cesca, undress and
stand in front of me." Martha instructed.

   Once she was naked again, Cesca stood in front of Martha.

   "Come closer, I want you close to me when I touch you."

   Cautiously, Cesca closed the gap between them.  Martha put her generous
arms around the girl and hugged the fear from Cesca.  After she felt her
relax, Martha slowly touched Cesca, seeking her special points, the points
that triggered ecstasy when touched in the right sequence.  As she was
exploring Cesca, Martha told Nancy to undress and come to her.  Nancy
obeyed and was hugged free of her terror.  Martha's hands roamed Nancy, but
so did Cesca's.

   Seeing this, Martha guided them to the bed and told them to lie down. 
Martha then watched as the two sought reassurance from the other. 
Intimately caressing, as they knew so well how to do, they created their
own cocoon of pleasure.  Pleasure given as well as pleasure received. 
Cesca was groaning in pleasure as Nancy fingered her to climax,

   "Nancy!  I love your finger!  Don't stop!  Yes-yes-yes!  Oh,
yes-yes-yes! More please!  Yes, oh, yes!"

   Martha saw that Cesca wasn't giving Nancy quite the right treatment so
gently she took over.  Nancy felt the touch change and stiffened until she
knew this hand would not hurt her.  This new hand touched her superbly and
exquisitely; it tantalised her, promised great things, and loved her body
wonderfully.  Nancy was writing music on Cesca's cunt, tenderly loving her
the way she knew Cesca adored, but she was now finding it hard to
concentrate because of Martha's magical hand on her cunt, exploring,
probing, stretching.  All she wanted to do was to lie back and be
pleasured.

   "Lie back then, Nancy, I'll see to Cesca too," Martha said softly.

   Nancy turned onto her back and lay, totally open to Martha, relishing
the beauty of the experience.  Now that she had both girls at her
fingertips, Martha watched as her skilled hands played a symphony on them.
They were obviously accustomed to the female touch and adored being
playthings.  The former Madam wondered whether they would adore her
master's concept of playthings.  Somehow she doubted it.

   Now the two were writhing with pleasure as her fingers taunted them,
promising a climax then not providing one.

   "Please!  Take me, I want you to, I need it.  Please!  OH.  OH.  OH. 
OH. OH.  OH.  OH.  OH.  OH.  YES!  YES-YES-YES-YES-YES-YES!  PLEASE!" Nancy
tried to grind down onto Martha's finger.  "MORE - OH, PLEASE, MORE!  MORE!
MORE!  Yes, yes, yes-yes-yes-yes-yes-yes-yes-yes-yes-yes!  Don't stop. 
Fuck me!  Oh please fuck me!  Now!  Now!  YES, YES, YES, YES, YES, YES,
YES, YES, YES!  OH!  OH!  OH!  OH!  OH!  OH!  OH!  OH!  OH!  OH!  OH!  OH!
NOW-WWWWWW!  OH, YES-SSSSSS!!"

   Cesca subsided into soft whimpers as she came.

   Turning to Nancy, Martha bent to lick her.  Nancy just opened herself
wider, inviting Martha to explore further.  Allowing the girl to peel back
her curtain for her, Martha loved her clit until Nancy had screamed herself
hoarse, but still the old lady of pleasure denied her the climax she
wanted. Adam had briefed Martha so she knew how to draw the pleasure so
tight that just at the right moment - ping!  Nancy would fall in on
herself. Aware that Cesca was getting restless, Martha began fondling her
as well, but her main focus remained Nancy.  Aware that the right moment
was seconds away, Martha inserted three fingers into Nancy and rocked,
grazing the fully erect bud, until suddenly she squashed the bud between
thumb and fingers.  Nancy screamed soundlessly as she pumped out her
juices.

   "Thank you," Nancy mouthed.

   "It has been my pleasure, ladies.  Welcome to Woodspring Priory,"

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