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 Too-Kay Web

   A Sexual Exploration

   Chapter 10 Woodspring Priory (M/F, forced, F/F)

   The girls stayed with Martha for most of the afternoon while she
assessed them.  Then she took them to the draughty room they had first seen
and she left them in the hands of a man called Bateson.

   "My job is to chastise you lot every day, twice.  Once in the morning,
and once in the evening.  Master will tell me if he wants more.  So, let's
begin,"

   He whipped them soundly for three minutes each, then penetrated both of
them, boy-style.

   "You're lovely and tight, young woman," he said to Cesca.  "Now it's
your turn girl,"

   Bateson lunged for Nancy and penetrated her.  She screamed.

   "I see we will have to practice this, until you stay silent.  Get the
whip," Nancy obeyed, she was too scared not to.

   He applied the whip again, flogging her legs for five minutes, until
they felt as if they had been scalded.  Then she was penetrated again.

   She screamed.

   "We will do this until you are quiet.  You, Fran-whatever, go back to
Martha and let her know I'm keeping this one till six.  Tell her I'm
teaching silence.  Go!"

   Cesca went, leaving Nancy alone with Bateson.

   "We have thirty minutes before your supper time.  I wonder if it will be
enough?  Eh, eh?  However, I want to feel your cunt round my cock first. 
Can you stay silent for *that?  *"

   Nancy nodded.

   "Good.  On the floor and open yourself wide,"

   She lay on the cold, horribly damp floor and parted her sex for him.

   "What a sight for sore eyes!" Bateson said as he knelt and shoved
himself into her.  He rode roughly to his own ending, and it was over. 
Telling Nancy to lie across a chair he pushed something into her again. 
Biting her lips to stay silent Nancy fought to keep the scream of protest
inside her but it escaped.

   Bateson sighed and thrashed her again, this time on her buttocks and for
ten minutes without a break.  His whipping was very accurate but he never
broke her skin.  Once her haunches were flame-red he pushed into her again.
He was being deliberately rough.  Bateson was hoping she would scream
again. He was getting hard and knew that after he applied the whip again he
would be ready to cum in her tightness.  Nancy didn't disappoint him, so,
after another sound thrashing on her buttocks, he rammed himself into her.
This time Nancy managed to stay quiet though tears streamed down her face.

   "Good girl, after a bit more practice, anyone could take you in total
silence.  Master will be pleased when I tell him tonight,"

   With just five minutes left before Nancy's supper, Bateson told her to
remove her bodice for a final whipping.  Bateson had been told to break her
as quickly as possible, and that was what he intended to do.  Sir Adam's
next big house party was in ten days time and he had told Bateson he wanted
Nancy's spirit broken by then so he could offer her around like chocolates
or rum.

   The kitchen clock sounded six.

   "Go down this passage till you get to the end and turn left and your
dining hall is the second on the right.  I'll see you in the morning,"

   Nancy walked down the poorly lit passage as instructed.  Her body was
still on fire and she wondered how she would be able to sit down.  Finding
the room, she saw a compact room with eight tables, but what was different
was that everyone stood to eat.

   Martha called her over to where she and Cesca were standing.

   "Silence please.  Before we say Grace, let me introduce two newcomers to
this establishment.  This is Nancy and this is Fran.  They have both been
inspected and are now free to circulate.  Nancy, you go to the far table
over there while Fran, this is yours here.  Susan, Mary, Dave and Paul - to
the study, NOW!!!!  You all know not to try to avoid punishment - I am
ashamed of you.  Now, Grace,"

   Grace over, Nancy made her way to her allotted table, puzzling over
Cesca's name-change.  There was no talking allowed at table, so Nancy
couldn't ask why until they were dismissed for half an hour before being
locked in their individual rooms for the night.

   Nancy made a beeline for Cesca when they had marched into the
'boodower'.

   "What's happened?  Why have they changed your name?"

   Another girl butted in,

   "Sir Adam likes us to have plain names, keeps us anonymous, but this
lovely creature has a name that isn't common among us workers, so Martha
shortened it.  I am really Ione Sirrel, but I'm called Bet here.  Nobody
has last names either.  Sir Adam keeps his whorehouse as simple as
possible, I ought to know - I've been here six years!  My family probably
thinks I'm dead, though it is probably best like that.  Mother would
collapse if she knew that I am one of her closest friends' plaything.  I've
been here so long that I would find Society manners a bore.  Here, if you
want someone, you just say so, so why don't you and I get acquainted?"

   Bet linked her around Nancy's waist and steered her away from Cesca.

   "Fran will be fine, she is with Jane.  What I want to know is why
Bateson kept you till six?"

   "Sir Adam wants to hurt Cesca's brother and also finish off what he
started with me too," Nancy told her of the rape at the Quadrant.  "I
suppose Bateson has been told to, well, lubricate me, if you understand
me,"

   "You must call Cesca 'Fran' now, Nancy.  You'll be punished if you
don't. Now, tell me if you like this," she started caressing Nancy's
shoulders, sliding to the top of her breasts.

   "Oh, yes, I like that,"

   "And this?" Bet asked as she kissed where her hands had been.

   "Mmmmn, lovely,"

   "Fran and her brother have given you a good education," Bet commented as
she continued to fondle Nancy.  "I was a little young, at fifteen, to be
approached by him but I heard whispers, but Adam got to me first,"

   Deftly undoing the pale green bodice, Bet released Nancy's breasts and
started to suck.  Nancy jerked at the sensory effect the other was
creating, and hugged Bet's head against her, desperate for more.  Bet
dropped one hand to Nancy's thigh and slowly moved upwards.  Reaching her
goal, she cupped the sore flesh for a while before caressing Nancy's outer
lips.  Very gently she touched Nancy.

   "Shhh, its alright,"

   Bet moved her finger across the hot flesh.  Nancy jumped as Bet touched
a sore spot, but the young courtesan persisted, and finally found Nancy's
key.  Touching it, she felt Nancy open to her and she caressed her deeper.
Nancy was gasping.  Never had she been touched like this.  She couldn't
believe the depth of the feelings.  Bet was well on the way to giving Nancy
an intense climax when Martha appeared, ringing a hand bell.

   "Sorry, Nance, I can't finish it tonight.  Tomorrow maybe?" Bet said
softly as she withdrew.  Nancy moaned and made a grab for Bet's hand but
Martha slapped it away.

   "Stop that!  Bet - do get in line.  Nancy - Fran, stay with me.  Now
march!"

   Martha herded the forty-odd men and women out of the 'boodower' and down
what felt like a maze of passages.  They came to a passage that had many
doors in it and each person went to a particular door.  Martha then waited
for them to undress before she locked the doors behind them.  Turning to
the newcomers, she showed Cesca (Fran) to a door, waited for her to undress
and pushed the girl into a tiny room.  She locked the door before turning
to Nancy.

   "Pick up all those clothes and put them in that bag, then add your
clothes to the bag and come over here,"

   Nancy obeyed.

   The next thing she knew was she had been pushed into a tiny room and was
being locked in.

   "Goodnight everyone.  See you all bright and early at four-thirty in the
morning irrespective of any interruptions you may have,"

   What interruptions, Nancy wondered before realising that Adam might send
for them in the night, or come *to* them!  Shivering as much in fear as
cold Nancy looked around her.  She was in a dark cell that had no windows
and only a tiny air vent above the door.  She could touch the opposite
walls without moving and the bed was very narrow and quite short.  Looking
at the bed she saw that there was only a thin blanket and a sorry excuse
for a pillow.  She was going to freeze!  Despondently she sat on the bed
and wrapped the blanket around her nakedness.  If she had been at home,
being undressed would be a prelude to sex but here it was almost a
punishment designed to humiliate and control her.

   Nancy lay down and tried to ignore the cold and hoped she would go to
sleep.

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