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 TooKay Web

   Chapter 14 New Year's Eve night (sheer brutality)

   Nancy and Fran stayed upstairs until seven in the evening.  They
reluctantly left the magnificent comfort and warmth for a bitterly cold
'boodower' and Martha's temper.

   "I thought you knew you had to be down here by six.  Instead I had to
send a servant to find you!  Now - get undressed.  Hurry up; I've got the
boys to see to as well seeing as Bateson is otherwise occupied.  You'll
find out all about it at dinner.  I thought I told you to undress?  Do you
really want a few swipes with my stick?  Now get undressed!"

   They hurriedly shed their clothes and stood in silence as Martha
inspected them.

   "Mmmn, no damage.  Makes a change, I can tell you.  Lord Raggerman
leaves his toys in rags, and some of the other gents are just as bad. 
Seeing as you don't have broken skin, you two will stand opposite each
other at the master's end of the table.  That will cheer him up - I know
how he loves you two!  Now, get a wrap each and go into the 'boodower'. 
Dinner is at eight-thirty so you will be going to your places at eight,"

   She shoo-ed them out of her room.  Shivering, they made for the fire
hoping to get warm but Peter and Tom had other ideas.

   "'Ere they are, the two that nearly got away!  Think they can hide in a
bedroom all day while the rest of us do all the work!  I'm going to show
them what lazy s*ds they are, on behalf of Bateson, of course," Tom said as
he held Nancy.  "Now, bitch, make me cum,"

   He forced Nancy to her knees and shoved his limp cock into her face. 
Peter was doing the same to Fran.  They'd been used until they were dry and
knew the girls would find it impossible to get them hard enough for a
boy-style fuck.  The boys were looking forward to the spanking they had
planned for their victims, so much so that Peter momentarily became hard at
the thought of the red-hot bottoms the girls would wear to dinner.  The
girls did fail and were being soundly beaten by each boy in the room when
Martha opened her door.

   "What are you doing?  Stop this instant!  I said STOP!  Let go of the
girls, Nora, you and Bet look after them.  Peter, Tom, in here - NOW!  I
thought you knew better than this, I'm going to -"

   The door closed on Martha's words but very soon they heard two
ear-piercing screeches.

   "I bet it's the tit clamps," Nat said to no one in particular.

   +++++++++++++

   At eight-thirty, Adam led his fifty guests into the banquet hall.  He
noted with satisfaction that all his 'toys' were standing naked around the
room as required and was particularly pleased to see Nancy and Fran at his
end of the table.  They would get the best view in the room, himself
excluded.

   "I had intended upon inviting you to make merry with my playthings as we
eat, but I now have a different spectacle for your enjoyment.  Bring him in
and put him on the table in front of me," he called.

   Four bare-foot stable hands manhandled a bound and naked Bateson onto
the table.  Despite his bonds, Bateson was struggling madly.  Two of the
burly hands got up onto the table and strapped Bateson to a bar.  Once off
the table, the four pulled on two ropes, lifting Bateson up off the table.
He was suspended horizontally above the candleholders, with his private
parts dangling very close to the flames.

   "Lower him a little,"

   Bateson was lowered until the tip of his cock was in the tiny flames. 
In spite of his training, he bellowed.

   "Any more noise and you will go lower.  Understood?" Bateson nodded. 
"You may go,"

   The stable hands left the banquet hall as everyone waited for Adam's
explanation.

   "Bateson over-reached himself today.  I sent for him and a boy, Paul,
this morning.  I wanted to watch as the boy serviced the man, before I
serviced them both in turn.  Bateson lashed out at the boy, forgetting
where he was and thrashed the boy's privates until the boy lost
consciousness.  I naturally whipped him but promised him a much more
painful punishment tonight," Adam paused to sip his red wine.

   "This is just the start of it.  Before the main course I shall fix two
clamps to his privates, one on his sac and one on his tip.  These clamps
are on chords and I will have the other ends of them handed round so we
each have two chords.  You will then be able to tug on your chords at any
time during the rest of our meal.  I tried this out on him this afternoon
and found that one sharp pull is the best method.  I know I am looking
forward to the performance and I hope you are too,"

   Adam then signalled for the entrees to be served.  As the servants took
the food around, Fran watched Bateson.  She was enjoying watching the
candle flames stroke his flesh as the servants moved around the table. 
Once everyone was served, the flame stood still, making love to his cock.
Nancy watched fascinated but horrified at the same time.  Bateson was
sweating in his efforts not to make any noise, and Fran was waiting for the
main course to see what this bully of a man would do.  She knew it would be
agony but still she couldn't wait.

   Finally Adam called for the table to be cleared.  Once everything apart
from the place settings had been removed he called for the clamps.  Bateson
started begging for mercy but Adam was not listening.  He was out for
revenge.  Picking one clamp from the table, he reached for Bateson's cock
and carefully peeled back his hood to clamp it onto the very sensitive part
at the tip.  Bateson screamed - and received a sharp tug as reprimand. 
Adam then waited till everyone had received a red chord before fixing the
second at the base of Bateson's sac.  The second lot of chords -blue this
time - were passed around, and then the candles were put back on the table
before a sumptuous course including beef, duck and turkey was served.

   Bateson had already received a few 'accidental' tugs as the guests were
served but his torture had only begun.  Adam started it.

   "Who told you to sac-whip that boy?"

   "N-no one, Sir,"

   "That is right.  No one.  Who owns you?"

   "You do, Sir,"

   "I do indeed own you, just as I own this table.  Nobody will ask where
you are.  Nobody cares.  I paid off your debts and bought your body twenty
years ago.  Twenty years," he repeated.

   "I taught you how to please me, how to chastise me, how to train others
to please me.  I knew you were brutal, but it suited me, particularly when
it came to reluctant trainees.  For twenty years I have had you every
night. You were part of my life.  Now you are not.  When tonight is over,
you will be stripped, bound and left at the mainline station for collection
with the milk.  I do not care what happens to you.  Why?  Because as well
as stripping you of your clothes, you will be relieved of that tongue that
brought such pleasure to me,"

   "I say, Adam, aren't you going too far?" one of the men asked.

   "I think not.  As I have just reminded him, I own Bateson.  He's the
closest to a wife I'll ever have, and a wife is the possession of her
husband.  Ergo Bateson is my possession.  I can do whatever I want to him,"

   "If you rip his tongue out, you'd be best locking him up here, you know.
The police will still get answers from him because he can write!  You've
got deep vaults here, put him in one of them, Adam," another advised.

   "Trifles, friends, trifles!  Now let's have fun with him.  If I pull my
red chord, someone else pull their blue one and lets watch him dance for
us!"

   Bateson was pulled this way and that, screaming every time.  Soon Nancy
saw blood drip onto the tablecloth.  She was appalled at the depravity she
was being obliged to watch.  She reached sideways for Bet's hand, and held
it tight for a moment.  Fran had already lowered her eyes.

   "Why don't you make Bateson fuck someone when we are finished?" Lord
Raggerman called from the other end of the table.  "I'd love to see his
manhood perform for us, before we use him,"

   "Capital idea, dear friend.  I know who it will be, too," Adam said. 
"You all recollect my treatment at the hands of Hal Summers?  Well, I have
got my revenge.  I kidnapped both Summers' sister and his pet.  Bateson
trained them for me, and I gave him free rein with the pet.  I listened
with enjoyment to many of the sessions, and then applied myself to Bateson
in the evenings with extra enthusiasm.  Nancy, my dear, step forward. 
This, gentlemen, is Henry Summers' pet.  She is always tight and resists my
advances.  I love her for that.  I took her cherry before being thrashed
and turned out like a thief from Summers' country home, and that cherry was
sweeter because she hadn't been prepared,"

   Adam stood and dropped his trousers to reveal nothing beneath.  He
pulled Nancy to the table, thrust her face down and pushed himself into
her. Nancy squirmed and tried to escape but Adam's body pinned her down.

   "Raggers, my dear, why don't you apply your belt to her while I take
her?"

   "I should be delighted,"

   Lord Raggerman sauntered to the head of the table with his belt wrapped
around his hand.

   "Its always a pleasure, dear girl," he said as he brought his belt down
on Nancy's back.  The buckle broke her skin immediately, and as she
screamed, Nancy was raped and beaten cruelly.

   Once Adam had had his pleasure, Lord Raggerman inspected her.  She was
still tight, as Adam had said she would be, so he took her while tugging at
Bateson's chords of torment, and scratching at the cuts on her back.

   "I suggest that we move on to desert, don't you?" Lord Raggerman
commented to Adam as he let Nancy drop to the floor.  "What special things
have you got for us this year?"

   "I believe we have Charlotte Russe, Darioles A La Vanille, Macedoine De
Fruits and Iced Savoy Cake tonight,"

   "Excellent!  Bring it on, bring it on!" Lord Raggerman strode down the
long table as Adam signalled the servants to clear the table.

   The desert was followed by cheese and port, and the servants were
dismissed.  This was what Fran had been dreading, being passed around with
the port and being mauled by men who hate women and only delight in causing
them pain.  Adam signalled her to come to the table.

   "Meet Francesca Summers, gentlemen.  She is a good filly, thoroughly
broken and biddable.  Who would like first dips at her?"

   "I would," called a young man, near the other end of the table.

   "Go to him.  Now, Nathaniel, come here.  Nat has been here a year and is
excellent at making one rise once more.  Raggerman, take him to your lap
and I guarantee you will perform easily in minutes.  Now then, Peter, any
takers?"

   This carried on as Adam shared his playthings with the gathering. 
Eventually it was Ian's turn.

   "Who will you have, Brooks?"

   "Nancy,"

   "I can't oblige, old boy, she is booked for Bateson.  Why not try Bet,
instead?"

   "I SHALL have Nancy, you brute," Ian left his place beside the man who
had asked for Cesca, saying as he did so, "Terribly sorry, but this lady is
spoken for as well,"

   Ian swept Cesca from the young man's grasp and marched up to the head of
the table.  Patrick Moreton rose from his seat on the other side of the
table and met Ian beside Adam's seat.  Adam himself was being pumped by
Davie and growled at the boy to stop.

   "You take your hands of my property, Ian.  She is as much mine as that
wretch Bateson,"

   "Neither Cesca nor Nancy are your possessions, and Patrick and I are
merely taking our selections somewhere a bit more intimate.  You understand
that, don't you?  I am sure Nancy will be back in no time to be molested by
that poor s*d up there.  Now let us have our fun, and we'll leave you to
yours,"

   "I'd like Pate as well, we were talking about a tandem this forenoon,
weren't we Ian?"

   "Yes, that's right, we were.  Might we have him too - especially as
Nancy is only going to be ours for a short time,"

   "Oh, alright.  Nancy is yours for half an hour, no longer.  Pate, go
with them and be good, I don't want to hear you've misbehaved,"

   The five left the room.  Patrick was carrying Nancy who was still
suffering from Raggerman's assult, and Cesca and Pate huddled together as
Ian made for the front door.

   "We are leaving this palace of Sodom, my friends."


   (C) Too-Kay, 2000