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 Too-Kay Web

   A Sexual Exploration

   Chapter 11 Morning (F/F, M/F punishment sex)

   Nancy did drift off to sleep but was disturbed by footsteps outside her
room.  She lay totally still and prayed her door would stay shut.  It did
but someone else's was unlocked.  She heard Bateson roughly wake the victim
and then they left.  Wondering who had been chosen, Nancy dozed fitfully.
Every sound woke her even mice scurrying along the passage woke her.  She
must have actually slept because she never heard Bateson return to lock
Adam's toy away for the rest of the night.

   Clang!  Clang!  Martha rang the hand bell outside Nancy's door.  It was
a very rude awakening.  As she went down the passage unlocking doors she
called out,

   "Show a leg!  Show a leg!  Everyone up!  Show a leg!"

   Bleary-eyed Nancy went to the door with her blanket round her shoulders.
She realised that she should have left it on the bed when she saw Paul
opposite her was naked, so she quickly threw the blanket onto the bed.

   "Form lines, girls to the right, boys to the left!  Its bath time! 
Hurry up there Susan, you are always late!  Into lines PLEASE!  Now,
forward march!"

   The lines of sex toys moved down the passages towards the dining hall,
but turned off before they got there.  Nancy saw Cesca in front of her and
went across to her.

   "Cesca!  Its wonderful to see you, how are - "

   She stopped when she saw new welts on her friend's buttocks.  She had
heard Cesca being taken to Adam!  Nancy now saw that her friend and lover
had large black shadows under her eyes.

   "When did you get back?"

   "I don't know - at least two in the morning, I was taken about ten
o'clock, and Adam used me between courses,"

   "No talking.  Get into the showers," Martha ordered.

   They did as they were told, and stood beneath icy jets as they
half-heartedly washed.  After spending five minutes under the showers they
were handed a rough towel to dry themselves.  Martha then took them back to
the cells to dress.  Nancy was relieved to see she had something a little
warmer to wear than yesterday.  It was a blouse top, low-cut to be sure,
and a slightly longer skirt.  Her blouse and skirt were both grey and
looked like a uniform.  The two petticoats were fixed to the skirt, making
it quicker to dress (and undress), and were fastened with ties rather than
buttons.

   "These clothes must last a week.  If I have to replace any garments you
will be reported to Bateson for extra punishment.  You may go to the
'boodower' to wait for breakfast.  First set, report to Bateson at
intervals of five minutes.  Nancy you are in the second set and Fran you
are in the fifth set,"

   They filed into the 'boodower' in silence.

   Bet found Nancy and pulled her towards a huge wing chair.

   "Come on, Nancy, I'll cheer you up.  Sit down and let me finish what I
started yesterday,"

   "No, Bet.  I must talk to Cesca - Fran.  I'm still her companion you
see. I can't leave her alone,"

   "Listen Nancy, now that you're here, you are nobody's companion.  Fran
will find you if she wants you, but looking at it I doubt you're missed,"
Bet pointed to Fran who was surrounded by four boys and a couple of girls.
"Now, be sensible and let me cheer you up," Bet's hands were already
persuading Nancy's senses and Nancy sank back into the chair and allowed
Bet to rouse her.

   Bet started slowly, and found Nancy's key easily.  Cupping Nancy's flesh
she sank her finger deeper and deeper onto Nancy's bud.  The pressure alone
was driving her wild.  She needed release and slid forward so Bet had even
better access to her.

   "Bet!  Don't stop, please!  I need you!  Oh my God!  How I need you! 
Yes-yes-yes!  Yes-yes-yes!  YES!  YES!  YES!  YES!  YES-YES-YES - MORE! 
MORE!  MORE!  OH-HHH!  YESSS-SSSSSS!  YESSS-SSSSSS!  MORE!  MORE!  MORE! 
MORE!  OH-HHHHHHHHHHH!"

   Nancy shuddered as she came, but Bet didn't stop.  She kept pressing. 
Nancy moaned as she felt fingers enter her.  She was feeling so energised
by the insistent pressure on the underside of her bud.  Now all Nancy
wanted was to be fucked.

   "Please Bet, I want a cock in me, I need to be ridden." She didn't see
Bet beckon a young boy over.

   "Nat, I've got you a present, Nancy needs to be ridden as much as I need
to ride your fingers afterwards.  Here,"

   Bet shifted to allow Nat to put his rod into her playmate.  The young
boy was little over fourteen, but was an expert at fucking women as well as
men.  He plunged into Nancy's depths as Bet maintained her stimulation of
her bud, and Nancy moaned as she climaxed rapidly.  Nat hadn't cum so he
whipped himself out of Nancy and pushed Bet to the floor and took her
fiercely.

   As she recovered, Nancy saw Cesca move across the room to her.

   "I see you have made friends, my sweet," she said as she hugged her. 
"Am I still a friend?" Cesca's fingers caressed Nancy's thighs.

   "How could I not be?" Nancy retorted.  "I owe you and Henry everything!
Even this.  I will always have time for you.  Shall I show you?"

   "Yes please,"

   They switched places and Nancy unbuttoned her friend's blouse to suck
those wonderful tits.  Cesca arched upwards towards Nancy, offering more of
her breasts.  Nancy made Cesca's tits rock hard before untying her skirt.
She pushed it down to show Cesca's pale belly and her mound.  Delving
between her legs Nancy's fingers expertly made Cesca open to them. 
Thrusting three fingers into the hot hole, Nancy rode Cesca long and
tenderly.

   "I love this!  Don't tease me Nancy!  I need you!  Yes!  Yes!  Yes! 
Yes! Yes!  Yes!  Yes!  YES!  YES!  YES!  YES!  MORE!  MORE!  MORE!  YES! 
YES!  YES!  YES!  YES!  YES!  YES!  YES!  YES!  YES!  YES!  YES!  YES! 
YES! YES!  YES!  YES!  YES!  YES!  YES!  YES!  YES!  YES!  YES!  YES!  YES!
YES!  YES!  YES!  YES!  YESSS-SSS!  YESSS-SSSSS!  MORE!  MORE!  MORE!  OH
MY GOD!  YESSS-SSSS!!!!!!!!"

   Cesca climaxed on Nancy's fingers and reached to hug her tightly.

   "Thank you so much,"

   "A pleasure," Nancy replied.

   Just then the kitchen bell rang.  It was five thirty and time for
breakfast.  Hurriedly Cesca dressed and went to her place in the queue. 
Nancy did the same and they filed into the dining room to a breakfast of
bread, a scraping of butter and weak tea.  It was a repeat of the last meal
and Nancy hoped that the midday meal would be a bit more substantial.

   Martha chimed a small bell at the end of the fifteen-minute meal.

   "Announcements now.  Group two go to Bateson immediately after
breakfast. Group three forty-five minutes later, and so on, I shall have my
surgery between seven-thirty and nine as usual.  Sir Adam will be rising
late today but he wishes to see the following - in music hall costumes -
after he has breakfasted: Bet, Fran, Peter, David and Ian.  You will be
entertaining the master until his guests arrive this afternoon from six. 
It is expected that the weekend will be a quiet one so those not
entertaining will have time to themselves.  Everyone will be pleased to
hear that lock-up times will be seven-thirty to five until Monday morning
when it will be back to normal lock-up times.  Grace, please,"

   Grace over, Martha dismissed them.  Nancy was feeling lost until a tall
and very thin girl came over.

   "I'm Nora and I'm in group two like you.  Stay with me and I'll show you
the ropes.  Being new, you'll be last in the group, I'm just before you,
you see, and its best to have your laces unfastened so he can just pull
your skirt off easily and whatever you do, don't touch yourself before
going in to him.  If you do, you'll get thrashed every hour for the whole
day.  Bateson loves that!"

   Nora shivered as she spoke.  Clearly she had personal experience of that
particular punishment.  They joined the other three in the group, Nat, Tom
and Harry in waiting for their chastisements.  Harry went into Bateson's
sanctum first and they heard the whip cracking down on flesh.  Five minutes
later Harry emerged to give way to Nat.  Harry moved very carefully down
the passage to the 'boodower'.  The three in the passage heard screeches of
pain and more vigorous cracks of the whip.  Nat came out looking as if he
would break and Nancy wondered what Bateson could have done to him.

   "Probably caned his balls," Nora whispered.  Tom had left the queue and
was enduring whatever Bateson was dishing out.

   Then it was Nora's turn, and Nancy was alone in the freezing passage. 
She heard the whip for a while but then silence.  Nancy panicked.  Shaking
violently she sagged to the floor and cried softly to herself.  It was as
if everything had just sunk in.

   Adam had kidnapped them for his sadistic pleasure house.

   There was no escape from this existence.

   Henry and Jack wouldn't ever find them.

   They were going to be real whores whose bodies were not their own.

   Nora emerged looking terrible.  She didn't say anything as she passed
Nancy entering the torture chamber.

   "I see it's my favourite newcomer!  How are you today?  Ready for me? 
Let's see.  Mmmn, no heat; that's good.  Off with your clothes and into the
cradle,"

   The cradle was a bench with women's stirrups to hold legs open and it
had straps that went across the individual's forehead, upper chest and
lower trunk.  Bateson fastened all the straps and then flipped the cage
over so that Nancy was suspended in mid-air.

   Nancy bucked as the cane kissed her back brutally.  Five more kisses
followed and Nancy was in tears.

   "Stop it!  Stop it!  I can't bear this.  Stop it!  Stop it!  Stop it! 
Stop it!  Stop it!  Stop it!  Stop it!"

   "Not possible, missy.  Got my orders for you.  'Get her ready for the
long weekend.  She must be able to take it boy-style without screaming the
house down,' Master said to me yesterday.  The cane is just a warm-up, the
real exercise starts now," Bateson said as he forced an artificial cock
into Nancy's dry small hole.

   It hurt like nothing else had.  Nancy broke her skin as she bit her hand
to try to stop screaming.  Bateson pushed deeper.  Nancy screamed.  Bateson
caned her then pushed further into his captive.  Another push caused
another scream and another three lashes from the cane.  It went on like
this for a long while.  Then Bateson took the artificial rod out to replace
it with his living one.

   "Septimus Bateson at your service!"

   He ignored Nancy's protests and thrust in and out of her until he came.

   "I have got twelve days to teach you silence and passivity - and you
WILL be taught silence and passivity!" he growled as he released her. 
"Every spare minute I have will be spent teaching you.  Now go, I'll see to
you later,"

   Nancy picked up her clothes and made her way out of that room.  Her
appearance signalled that Bateson was ready for the first person in group
three.  She hoped Bateson was going to be busy over the weekend.





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