~Subject: FANTASIA: Lords and Ladies (Part 1/10)
~From: an117711@anon.penet.fi
~Keywords: (sm, torture, rape etc)
LORDS AND LADIES
by V.P. Viddler
1
The dinner party that night was extraordinarily fraught with
tension, for the rumor was that Lord Aldenby had finally become
so disgusted with the haughty and aristocratic Lady Aldenby that
he had determined to humble her and degrade her before the entire
company. Our tension was heightened by the fact that there were
no women in attendance.
At last our host appeared, along with his young and
beautiful wife, looking as haughty and as aristocratic as ever.
But I noticed that the lady was unable to look any of us steadily
in the face. I also thought she had to stop herself from gulping
down her drink.
I must say I was vastly stimulated by the idea of watching
this high-blown lady forced to shame and debase herself. We sat
down to dinner, and her eyes stayed on her plate.
At last: "Julia," Lord Aldenby said, "all these gentlemen
would be most gratified to see your breasts. Naked, you know.
Kindly oblige, my dear."
Our breaths stopped.
Lady Aldenby cast one swift, imploring look at her husband.
He was blank. She lifted her head. I saw a gleam of tears in her
eyes. Her hands shook slightly as she brought them to the front
of her dress. She undid the catch and the buttons. And then took
off the top part of the outfit. Her breasts were naked, and
quivering.
Lady Aldenby looked at no one. She sat with her bare breasts
as we all stared, motionless. And then Lord Aldenby said, "Thank
you, Julia. Now stand for us."
Lady Aldenby started to say something, but caught herself.
And got up from her chair. And allowed her dress to fall around
her feet.
"Behold, gentlemen," Lord Aldenby said. "I have forbidden
Julia to don underthings tonight. I assume her body has your
approval?"
A foolish question. The naked Lady Aldenby was a
breathtaking sight.
Lord Aldenby directed her to turn slowly in front of us, and
as she did so she began to cry.
"And now," Lord Aldenby said, "ring for Johnson to clear
away, please, Julia."
Julia stood still, as though stunned. Lord Aldenby just
waited. At last, sobbing softly, Lady Aldenby picked up the bell
and rang for the servant.
Johnson came in. He could not stop himself from staring at
the naked and trembling form of his mistress.
"Now, Julia," Lord Aldenby said. "I want our guests to have
the pleasure of your utter humiliation. As a taste of what is to
come. You will kindly go to Johnson, go down on your knees before
him, take out his penis, and minister to it with your lovely soft
mouth."
Lady Aldenby swayed, and all of us held our breath.
"Do it lovingly, Julia," Lord Aldenby said, "for you will do
it for all of us before this night is over. And much more. Do not
protest, Julia. Your dignity is destroyed; your pride is in
ruins; your chastity is to be violated in any and all ways which
I can find to subject you to. As for your physical well-being and
the continuation of the pristine condition of your body, that
will depend largely on how happy Johnson is--and how happy I and
the rest of us are--with your ministrations. Now."
And Lady Aldenby walked to Johnson, bowed down, and did as
Lord Aldenby had commanded.
Later, as she lay spread out across the table and I plunged
in and out of that sobbing, squirming body, in my turn, I knew
that haughty, aristocratic lady would always know her place...
~Subject: FANTASIA: Lords and Ladies (Part 2/10)
~Keywords: (sm, bondage, rape etc)
~From: an117711@anon.penet.fi
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LORDS AND LADIES
by V.P. Viddler
2
Lady Aldenby was never the same after that night.
Nor was I.
Each time I saw the lady, I could not but recall her as she was
then, humiliated and violated by us all. I saw her naked, twisting
body stretched out upon the large dining table, each wrist and
ankle held firmly by one of us on the orders of Lord Aldenby; her
arms and legs spread wide and taut, her degraded body open and
blazingly helpless. Of course it had not been necessary to hold
her, for if Lord Aldenby had commanded her to lie still for us to
do with her as we would, she must have done so. It was the lord's
will, though, to have his proud wife pinned down and raped by
force, to add to her shame.
And each time Lady Aldenby saw me, or I suppose any of us, that
memory suffused her mind also. As haughty in her carriage as ever,
still her face showed that she recalled that singular night--and
that she knew that I was recalling it also. A tremor of her body,
a slight avoidance in her eyes, told me, and also, I am sure, added
to her mental horror and humiliation. The awareness and the memory
made my cock stiff as a board.
One day, Lord Aldenby, in the lady's presence, commended my work
and asked what particular thing I would like as a reward. I took a
good breath and gazed directly into the lady's eyes. I saw fear in
them.
To Lord Aldenby I said boldly, "I would like a night with Lady
Aldenby, my lord. Alone. With your command to her that she obey any
and all of my orders."
"No," Lady Aldenby whispered.
Lord Aldenby smiled. "Done," he said. "Tonight. My dear, you
will submit to all commands. Promptly and docilely. Is that
understood?"
The lady shook. "Yes, my lord," she said softly.
And that night she came to my room.
It was most gratifying to watch the proud, haughty and
aristocratic Lady Aldenby quaking with shame, fear and rage as she
awaited my commands. I had her strip slowly, very slowly, standing
and turning in front of me until she was completely naked. I then
had her walk about the room, watching and watching as she displayed
her body in delightful motion, watching the swaying of her breasts
and the rippling thighs. And then I had her go to her knees, and
crawl. I sat back and brought out my hard cock while I watched her
crawl back and forth, back and forth. She began to sob.
"Oh, my lady," I said, "your shameful crying is joyful music to
my prick. Do crawl over here now and take it into your voluptuous
mouth."
The lady did, slowly, as I said. Her quivering lips were magic
around my prick. The lovely head bobbed up and down, and her soft
hair brushed across my crotch.
"I will shoot into your face," I said, and I did, listening with
joy to her degraded cries as my gism spurted over her mouth, her
eyes, her hair, her nose and chin.
"And now spread out," I said. "I shall fuck you on the floor...
~FANTASIA: Lords and Ladies (Part 3/10)
~Keywords: (sm, bondage, rape etc)
~From: an117711@anon.penet.fi
LORDS AND LADIES
by V.P. Viddler
3
The long-awaited exhibition of Lady Aldenby's whipping was
the most exciting day of the year.
At dinner a month ago, Lord Aldenby had asked his young wife
to stand as he made his announcement. We all watched her as he
spoke.
"You have all seen my wife undergo humiliation," he said.
"You have all seen her naked. You have all watched her using her
mouth on my servant. You have all taken your pleasure with her
body. But degradation, exposure and rape have not done enough to
still her spirit. Not to my liking. Docility, obedience, scraping
are not sufficient. She must be broken. For once and for all.
Crushed. Ground into the dirt like the pig slut slave shit-
licking cunt that she is."
Tears rolled down Lady Aldenby's face. Her body shook. It
was most fascinating to watch.
"In a month," Lord Aldenby continued, "you will all attend
an exhibit at which Lady Aldenby will be whipped."
We all gasped.
Lady Aldenby moaned and sank to her knees.
"Yes," Lord Aldenby said, gloating. "Whipped. Thoroughly and
without mercy. From head to toe, front and back. Whipped. Lashed.
Flogged. Beaten until her body is a mass of raw meat, until she
is hoarse and bloody-throated with screaming; until she hangs
limp and unconscious in front of you all."
Lady Aldenby slipped to the floor. She twisted against the
ground, sobbing, kissing her husband's foot and begging brokenly
for mercy. Lord Aldenby went on as if she didn't exist.
"Lady Aldenby will be hung up by her wrists, high off the
floor," he said. "She will be stripped naked, and I shall allow
sufficient time for you to enjoy the sight of her fine body,
swaying and wriggling and squirming with pain and horror. And
then the whipping will begin. Methodically, steadily, and with no
hiatus, no matter how loud or pathetic her screaming and howling
and shrieking and pleading and begging and squirming and twisting
and kicking and pitching. And all of you will participate." A
buzz went through us. "Yes. All of you will have an opportunity
to whip her as you please. Nothing will be spared. Her breasts,
by all means. And thighs. Flog them. Blood will run down her
back, over that curvaceous body. Think of the sight. Her body
stretched so taut that her breasts thrust out for the whip,
nipples aching. Ah. Aching. And of course our entertainment would
be lacking if not for a final touch--or two or more--of the
branding iron."
Now Lady Aldenby screamed. "Oh, god," she babbled, clutching
his leg. "Oh dear god, no, for god's sake have pity, oh pity, oh
no...no..."
The lord smiled down on her. "When it is finished, you may
all rape her. But you must do it brutally, as roughly as you can.
I want her in continuous pain. Ruin her body and you will ruin
her spirit. That haughty soul will bow down to its masters from
now on. And now, Julia, you will strip--no, don't get up--strip
and spread out so our guests can ravish you as much as they wish
while you still have a body..."
~Subject: FANTASIA: Lords and Ladies (Part 4/10)
~From: an117711@anon.penet.fi
~Keywords: (sm, rape, bondage etc)
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LORDS AND LADIES
Part 4
After her public whipping, Lady Aldenby was no longer that
haughty, aristocratic woman whom Lord Aldenby had married. She was
no broken to his liking, and the lord kept it that way.
Night after night he would call one of us to her room, and would
allow us to sit and watch while he had his way with his wife's
body.
At some point he would usually command her to look straight at
the watcher as he fucked her. Lady Aldenby's horror and humiliation
was finally topped by Lord Aldenby's forcing her to orgasm. To
watch the lady's face as unwittingly she was driven to climax again
and again, was a study calculated to produce a hard penis in any
man.
And when he was through with her, the lord commanded us to take
the naked, panting body. Gloatingly he would watch as I got on top
of her, listening to her moans and sounds of shame. He would give
her instructions as I took her, making her twist her hips or arch
her body, or roll her breasts against me, or open her luscious
mouth for my kiss. And it was fine to have this once so proud woman
sobbing and thrashing under my thrusts, and to shoot my gism far
into her wriggling cunt.
One night Lord Aldenby made her lie on top of me and grind her
whole body against mine, then crouch above me and pump slowly up
and down, up and down on my cock, bouncing her full breasts and
squirming until I shot.
Another night I was allowed to fuck the lady in the ass. I loved
having her crouched on all fours, head hanging, long hair dangling,
crying and howling with pain and degradation as I pushed my prick
hard all the way up her anal passage, and thrust and thrust back
and forth, holding her quivering breasts in my hands, vising the
nipples in my fingers, squeezing them as hard as I could to make
her groan and shriek and twist and buck until I shot.
Then Lord Aldenby would usually make her crawl for us, on all
fours or on her stomach, or roll around on the floor like a whining
dog.
Both of us would have her again before the night was finished.
And what I did we all did.
Lady Aldenby belonged to all of us now. If she saw us in the
hall, she had to kneel quickly until we had gone.
At dinner she was always naked.
Lord Aldenby amused himself by having her suck off the servants.
Often he had her crawl around under the table all during dinner,
taking each of our cocks into her mouth and sucking us off slowly,
in turn.
And once a month, without fail, she was strung up in front of us
all and whipped without mercy, after which she was brutally raped
by all of us, plus any man whom the lord could bring in from his
many acquaintances.
In all the days I was there, I never tired of hearing the lady's
screams, or of raping her body, or of watching her various
humiliations, or of having her crawling and squirming in front of
me, crying, sobbing, babbling for an end to suffering which would
not come.
I loved watching on the day Lord Aldenby had all of us line up
to piss on his young wife as she lay in a shallow pit in front of
his mansion.
And I loved having her in my own room, hung up by her wrists and
dangling in horrid agony, taut, in pain, kicking vainly, twisting
in air, yelling, gasping, while I watched and burned her nipples
again and again and again and...
~Subject: FANTASIA: Lords and Ladies (Part 5/10)
~From: an117711@anon.penet.fi
~Keywords: (sm, rape, bondage etc)
LORDS AND LADIES
by V.P. Viddler
5
It soon became obvious that the constant whipping and
fucking of Lady Aldenby was giving her a worn and weary look, far
from the proud haughtiness of former days. This was what the lord
had aimed for, but now that she was broken he quickly tired of
her charms. Told that she was good only to be chained in the
cellar to function as a sop to the pleasures of the servants and
dogs, Lady Aldenby was forced into consenting to bring her
younger sister, Lady Judith, to the manor, where the youthful,
budding girl would be driven by blackmail to give in to the
lord's salacious whims.
The unsuspecting maid arrived at the manor one morning to be
greeted by the sight of her sister Julia stretched naked on the
ground in front of the house, fastened tightly to four stakes,
open to all and sundry who desired to fuck her or to piss on her
body, or to torture her in any way that took their fancy.
As Judith stared in shock and horror at the moaning, spread-
eagled form, the lord filled the doorway. "Ah, Lady Judith," he
said. "Do come in, my dear. But first--take off your clothing.
All of it. You see, you will not need clothing as long as you are
in this house--and I think you will be with us for a long, long
time."
"Oh, my god," the young girl gasped. "What will you do to
me?"
"Just what I have done to Julia, as you see--I shall make
you a helpless pawn fit only for fucking, sucking, and whipping.
You are now my slave, and will do as I say at all times, and
without hesitation. Now get your clothes off or I will have my
man rip you apart."
"Ah," Lady Judith said softly. "Oh, my master. I am yours."
And she took off all her things, slowly, sensuously.
"I have waited for a man who could bend me to his will,"
Lady Judith moaned. "Oh, look upon my naked body, and tell me
what you will do with it!"
"Why, you dirty little slut!" Lord Aldenby said. "I'll tell
you, all right. That beautiful young virginal body will be fucked
in every hole it has, again and again and again, by all my
servants, my hangers-on, and my animals. You will be thrashed,
whipped and branded within an inch of your life, and your
constant screams will act as background music when I am occupied
with my work. You will crawl naked about my house, and your mouth
and your ass and your cunt and your tits will all be constantly
ready for my cock and for that of any man I assign you to. You
will hang from my ceiling by your wrists throughout each night,
and by your hair during the day. Do you hear what I'm saying, you
dirty filthy cock-sucking pig bitch slut whore asshole shit-
licking cunt?"
"I do, my lord," gasped the girl, falling to the ground.
"Oh, I crawl to you now; I crawl naked on the ground to you on
hands and knees. I kiss your foot, oh my lord. Do with me as you
will. I will worship your body with my mouth. I will twist and
squirm and howl under your awful whip. Hurt my body. Use my soft
young body. I will do anything you command. I will give this body
to anyone you say. Oh, allow me to lie with my sister, naked and
struggling in the bright sun, unable to stop my rape, all your
men violating my virginal body, taking me, again, again, again,
again..."
~Subject: FANTASIA: Lords and Ladies (Part 6/10)
~From: an117711@anon.penet.fi
~Keywords: (sm, rape, bondage etc)
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LORDS AND LADIES
by V.P. Viddler
Part 6
"My dear Lady Judith," Lord Aldenby said. "I am going to whip
your back to ribbons."
"My nipples hurt so badly," Lady Judith said, swinging by her
wrists, body taut as a drum.
"I'm so glad," the lord said. "Why don't you cry for us, you
slut?"
"I cannot draw my breath with him pinching my nipples so
brutally," Judith said.
"Do not stop," the lord told his man. "Do it harder."
"I--I...I can't...AAAAAAAAAAAAAA." Judith's young body twisted
wildly in air, legs kicking spasmodically. "Oh god, oh god, oh god
god god!" she howled.
"How I love your pain," Lord Aldenby said. "I can't wait to
slash your smooth skin to rags."
"Do it," the girl gasped. "Whip my body, thrash me hard, oh my
god, don't pinch...ooooohh no for god's aaaa IIIIIIII OH JESUS I
CAN'T AAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!"
"Julia," the lord said to his wife, who dangled from her hair
across the room. "It is your turn next, you know."
Julia only gurgled through her tight gag as I rammed my prick up
her ass and into her guts, as my partner kissed her ruined breasts
with the glowing tip of his cigarette.
"Put bowling balls on her ankles," the lord commanded. "I want
her bloody tits pulled flat. Flat, I say!"
"I will fuck your full staff if you will take me down," Judith
said. "I can't stand any more."
"I will thrash you to ribbons first, you slut," Lord Aldenby
said. "And I will grind your back into the mud. Writhe for us,
filthy cunt. Howl your throat raw." And his whip rose.
Crack!
"NOOOOOAAAAAAAAA..."
"Twist and squirm and kick. And again."
CRACK!
"IIIIEEEEEEEEEE! KILL ME!"
CRACK!
"You will suck my cock, you shit-licking twat. Tell me that!"
CRACCK!
"AAAHHH! I...AAAIIIEEE!...WILL...NOOOOOOOO...SUCK...
GGGHHHGGG...Y-YOUR...HAHAHAHAAAAHHUUUUUUGGGHHH...
C-C-C-C-COOOOOCK..."
I came inside Lady Julia and took hold of her long hair, pulling
her head back, straining her neck, so I could kiss her gagged mouth
as I spurted. Kiss her twisting lips as my partner kissed her
straining nipples with his torturing cigarette. Kiss her hard and
painfully, tugging the soft hair, coming and coming in her anus.
Lord Aldenby was making Judith dance in mid-air, dance with pain
and agony. The man who was pinching her nipples caught her
thrashing legs and thrust himself between her thighs, brutally
slamming his prick into her wriggling, jouncing cunt. We all
listened to her howls as she was whipped from behind and fucked in
front, her so juicy young body doing its wild uncontrollable dance
of horror.
But she would fuck us all that night, fuck us with passion and
abandon, lying on the great wooden table in the dining room on
which I had first participated in her sister Julia's mass fucking
and humiliation.
When she had worn us all out and we had all urinated all over
her writhing, taut body, Lord Aldenby brought in the dogs. Lady
Judith fucking, sucking and being brought to orgasm by a pack of
dogs was a sight I can still call up. I call it up as I fuck Lady
Julia, whose ruined but still luscious body is pulled so tightly
across my bed that her ribs stick out against her smooth skin. I
hold tightly to her aching titties, twisting them, knowing the
angry burns still throb agonizingly as I maul those mounds. And I
force her to kiss me as I slam into her, her unwilling lips
squirming against my lips, her sounds of pain and horror filling my
mouth.
I fuck away at my lord's lady, while downstairs young Lady
Judith awaits what may befall. Morning will find her on her knees
in the privy, drinking piss from cock after cock after cock. Lord
Aldenby will want to watch as they make her bob for shit in the
toilet, and also fuck that small young ass. I think about it as I
pound Lady Julia and kiss her soft lips, and grab her tongue in my
teeth and hold it, coming as she bucks with pain under my body,
arches and wriggles and Judith crawls naked in at my door. God...
~Subject: FANTASIA: Lords and Ladies (Part 7/10)
~From: an117711@anon.penet.fi
~Keywords: (sm, rape, bondage etc)
LORDS AND LADIES
by V.P. Viddler
7
And so it was, day by day, night by night, two women always
at our mercy in the manor. But mercy was not in large supply.
Julia and Judith, in their different ways, submitted to our
lusts--lusts for torture and pain as well as for their bodies.
Judith was basically masochistic, and although she suffered and
screamed as much as anybody under our whips or our branding
irons, she would not have changed her situation if she could.
Lady Judith loved being hurt and humiliated and degraded as much
as she hated it. And Lady Judith loved to fuck. Fuck and suck us
all. On and on. With her luscious young body straining against
the chains that spread her curvaceous limbs far apart, with her
shaking, hard-nippled breasts flattened and also thrusting up at
us, with her soft torso twisting against the hard top of the huge
table, she would thrash through orgasm after orgasm, howling in
joy, delight and pain as the pack of us took her again and again
and again and again...
But Lady Julia, of course, was another story. Her pain was
nothing but pain; her degradation a constant and unmitigating
horror. On a number of occasions, when Lord Aldenby had kept her
hanging by her hair all night long in his room, she told him that
she wanted him to kill her. The lord only laughed. He would not,
he said, do without the joyful pleasure of having her screams and
moans and sobs to accompany his slumber through the night. And he
loved waking up to find her hanging in front of him, almost mad
with pain, her once haughty body doing its slow, squirming dance
in the air. Most often he would watch her until his cock was
throbbing with lust, and then roll on top of Lady Judith, tied
tautly across his bed, and fuck her hard and fast, still looking
at the dangling form of his pain-maddened wife.
"Julia," Lord Aldenby said one night at dinner. "I wish to
have a trial to find out which method of hurting a woman's
breasts is most painful--burning or sticking with pins."
Lady Julia, sitting naked at the foot of the long table,
shut her eyes and began to moan softly.
"And so you will act as our guinea pig, Julia--for a pig is
what you are. Stand up."
And we took the shaking woman to a stand that was built for
this purpose, and soon she was bowed sharply backwards over it,
hands and ankles tightly bound, body most tautly stretched, and
breasts thrust beautifully, prominently out and up.
"Now," Lord Aldenby said.
And with him on one side and me on the other, this cruel
trial was on. In turn, the lord seared Julia's left tit with a
hot branding iron, and I (when the lady had stopped flopping
about and yowling to burst my eardrums) stuck a long, thick,
sharp pin as deeply into her nipple as it would go. And twisted
it.
Lady Julia's sounds of pain and horror filled the room, and
many men had soon fallen upon young Lady Judith and rammed their
cocks one after another into her cunt and ass and mouth. They
made her scream too, though I think at that time Lady Julia's won
the prize for loudness. We continued alternately burning and
sticking her ruined tits for a long, long while. Luckily, she was
tied in such a way that she could be fucked, front and back,
without any need to untie that straining, writhing, wriggling,
humping, arching, taut, rolling, struggling, jerking, pain-crazed
body. And I did, until she lost consciousness.
That night again I had the lovely Lady Judith crawl naked
into my room. I had her drink my piss from my cock, swallowing it
all, and I had her catch my shit in her mouth as it came out of
my ass. I told her that if she got sick on my floor I would make
her eat it. Her sobs and choking groans made my prick so hard
that I hit her across the mouth with it, driving her to the
floor, and I dropped onto her luscious curving young body and bit
at her pink nipples. Bit and bit, hard, harder, and Judith put
her long curving legs around me and rubbed her thighs on my skin
and squirmed in pain and tried to get me to fuck her churning,
pain-vibrating body.
"Fuck," I said, and she did....
~Subject: FANTASIA: Lords and Ladies - Part 8
~Keywords: (rape, pain, torture etc)
~From: an117711@anon.penet.fi
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LORDS AND LADIES
by V.P. Viddler
8
Lady Julia was covered with piss. It glistened on her body and
oozed onto the wounds striping her skin. She lay in a slimy puddle
of piss and shit. She had lain there for many hours, and would go
on lying there for many more. Her mouth was distorted by an ancient
hinging gag, which held her mouth wide open, straining her jaws and
allowing passage for any fluids that might be poured down her
throat. Horrible gasping, rasping sounds came out of the gaping
mouth. Particularly when the dogs and pigs and goats were set upon
her helplessly bound body.
Nearby, Lady Judith was hanging from a tree by her hair, wrists
bound in back of her, as two men fucked her front and back and a
third stuck small spikes all over the soft flesh of her young,
wildly twisting body.
It was this sight with which Lord Aldenby introduced his cousin,
the Marquis of Smight, to life at his manor.
"My good lord!" the marquis said in shock. "What--or who-- will
be your next victim, I wonder?"
"Your wife," Lord Aldenby said.
"Ah," Smight said. "How ingenious. Anna is coming now."
Lady Anna was tall, slim, lusciuosly curved and had long dark
hair. My mouth watered, for I knew I would soon see this fine lady
naked and bound and squirming with pain. Lady Julia and Lady Judith
had spoiled us, and we wanted fresh young flesh at our mercy.
Lady Anna knew right away what was in store for her. A small
sound came from her throat as she saw the tortured women.
"No!" she gasped, choking. "No! No!"
"But yes, my darling Lady Anna," Lord Aldenby said. "Your
husband has sold you to me for my slave."
"Ahh no, no!" Lady Anna moaned, shaking. "For god's sake, no. I
beg you, I cannot stand this!"
"Your fright is most stimulating, my lady," the lord said. "And
I am certain that your body will be also. I would like to see it
now. All of it. You will now take off your clothes."
"Oh dear god," Anna moaned. "You cannot--I can't--oh John, John-
-"
"Do as Lord Aldenby says, Anna," said Smight. "You are his now.
His lowly toy and plaything, to do his bidding. Now do it."
"No...not out in...not in front of..."
"In front of us all," Lord Aldenby said. "Your body will be used
by my whole staff, in all ways. Now begin."
""No, no, no, ah god, help me..."
"Allow me to convince my wife, my lord," Smight said. And his
crop flashed in a series of hard, brutal blows across the lady's
firm round breasts. Her screams split the air again and again. And
soon we were watching as she took off all her clothing, sobbing
wildly and trying vainly to cover her firm young body with her
hands.
Whip! Whap! Scream!
And Lady Anna stood naked in front of us all, hands down, crying
and shaking and absolutely beautiful.
By that night, when a satiated Lord Aldenby sent her to my room,
Lady Anna had been taught with brutal thoroughness what she was and
what she must do.
She crawled in at my door. "Oh my master," she said. "I am yours
for this night. I am your humble naked slave, your thing, your
toy." She was sobbing now. I smiled. "I am a slut and a whore. I am
a dirty filthy piece of shit. I am a lowly cock- sucker. My mouth
is yours, my lord; my body is yours, my lord; my tits, my nipples
are yours, my lord; my legs, my hips, my thighs, my back; my ass is
yours, oh my lord. I will do as you command. I will fuck you again
and again, I will suck you with mouth and lips and tongue, I will
drink your piss and eat your shit, I will degrade myself before
you, crawl for you, shame my honor. Destroy my honor and my
dignity, lord. Hurt my body, abuse my young, proud flesh. Whip me
all over." Sob. "B-burn my breasts and my thighs. Ohh god, ohh let
me prostrate this body for you..."
I told her to stop, I had had enough. I said, "Piss. Right now."
But she couldn't. So I put out a few cigars on her nipples.
Slowly. Until she pissed on my floor.
I said, "Drink it," and the lady, in a paroxysm of shame and
disgust, bowed down and obeyed.
"Wipe it up with your hair," I said. "And then lie flat on the
floor and spread out, so you can get splinters in your tits as I
fuck your tight young ass."
Next day Lord Aldenby put on an exhibition of whipping, with
Lady Anna as the victim of honor. In front of us all she was hung
up by her wrists in the dining hall and whipped by the lord and the
marquis until she was raw-throated from howling and that body
spasmed horribly as it rotated and dangled as we watched.
And then she was stretched on the table and raped and raped and
raped...
From: an117711@anon.penet.fi
Fantasia Story
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LORDS AND LADIES
by V.P. Viddler
Part 9
"I will fuck them all," said the Marquis of Smight. "I will fuck
Lady Julia, I will fuck Lady Judith, I will fuck Lady Anna. Who
else can I fuck, my lord?"
"Fuck your granddaughter," Lord Aldenby said.
"Ah, I would love to do that, but the girl is but a school
child."
"So what," the lord said. "Is she not a sexy young bitch?"
"Ah yes, oh yes, my lord. She has legs like a young colt. Thighs
that make my mouth water. Calves that cry out for stroking. And her
fine, luscious, bouncing, squirming, hard- nippled breasts make a
man's cock throb with want."
"So then," Lord Aldenby said. "Get her, my boy. Bring her to the
manor, and I assure you you can fuck her all you want. Of course,
I want my share, you know."
"Gladly, my lord," said the marquis. "But as I say, Lucinda is
in school. And she is still a virgin, I'm sure."
"Gad, man, what of that?" roared Lord Aldenby. "Get her! I want
her! By god, I shall break her schoolgirl spirit, all right! Would
you not like to see that young, nubile body crawling on the ground
in front of you? Crawling on her belly, squirming, begging to fuck
you if only you will stop hurting her? Hanging by her wrists,
stretched as tight as a rubber band, head thrown back, mouth open
and screaming, legs thrashing, taut body twisting as you..."
"Oh my god," Smight said, "stop. Your words and the things you
describe have me so aroused..."
"Good," said the lord. "Take it out on Julia, or Judith, or
Anna, and while you fuck them, think of your young Lucinda and all
the things you will make her do to you. If you take Judith, say,
and lay her out on the bed of spikes inside, she will give you such
a fuck upon her wild, bucking, bouncing body..."
"I go," the marquis said.
"Thrash her first," Lord Aldenby told him. "It will make her
pain so much worse."
Lucinda, he thought. Pretty Lucinda. I want you right now, on
your knees with your sobbing mouth around my cock. Stripping for me
as you suck.
Who should he fuck now? Anna was hanging in his bathroom right
now, hanging by her hair from the ceiling, waiting for him to brand
her with his cigar tip while she yelled her head off. God, he loved
doing that! Anna did such a stimulating dance for him in mid-air as
he touched the cigar to her flesh all over her body.
But it was Julia he wanted now, Lady Julia, his wife, whom he
had reduced from a haughty, aristocratic snob to a ruined, broken
hulk. After all the whippings and brandings and torturing and
shaming and public fucking and sucking, he still got a big hard-on
by making her crawl for him.
"Julia," he called, "crawl in here."
Julia crawled in awkwardly, for her hands were bound behind her
back.
"Roll around on the floor, pig slut," he said.
And Lady Julia got down and rolled, painfully, until he said
stop.
Soon he was fucking Julia's mouth as his man whipped her thighs
with a riding crop, making her sob and gasp and whimper around his
cock.
Lucinda, Lord Aldenby thought. A young girl. Firm, hard tits to
torture. Curving young legs to slash to ribbons. Smooth skin to
burn and ruin. A young soft mouth to rape, a virgin cunt to ram
your cock into. Lucinda. Ah, how you will look spread-eagled across
my dining table, limbs pulled so taut the skin will almost rip,
tits flat and curvy, body covered with gism, body and face with
gism from my men. Hundreds of them. Fucking your young, luscious,
delicious, squirming, twisting, arching, bucking, rolling,
thrashing, struggling, bouncing, tortured, tormented, aching,
jerking, ruined body! When I am through with you I will throw you
into the cellar and you can amuse the servants. And the dogs.
Judith howled loudly. Ah good. Smight was hurting her. Judith
was no longer a masochist. Pain is not fun when it is suffered
constantly, incessantly, and horribly. Only for the sadist is it
fun. Ah, yes. Scream. Julia will scream also. Anna will scream
delightfully.
"I will bring Lucinda," Smight said, coming in.
"Good," the lord said. "Right now, you can fuck Julia's mouth as
soon as I finish, and I will go see what you have done to Judith."
"I hope Anna is in pain," Smight said.
"Upstairs, hanging in my bathroom by her hair, my boy. Go pay
your luscious wife a visit. Would you loke to thrash the bitch on
the breasts?"
"I want to do it to Lucinda," Smight said. "My god, the tits,
the young, bouncing tits. To lay the crop across them and watch her
howl and struggle and beg...to lie on top of her, forcing her to
curl her young thighs around my waist, forcing her to wriggle and
twist under me. To shoot up her virgin pussy, and kiss her yelling
mouth, kiss her twisting lips and let her scream down my throat,
kiss and kiss her while I pull her hair and slap her tits and kiss
and fuck and hurt and pull and kiss kiss kiss my Lucinda..."
~Subject: FANTASIA: Lords and Ladies (Part 10/10)
~From: an117711@anon.penet.fi
~Keywords: (torture, bondage etc)
LORDS AND LADIES
by V.P. Viddler
10
"I'm sorry, sir," the school principal said, "but Miss
Lucinda is unavailable right now. She is being chastised."
"Chastised?" Lord Aldenby said. "For what, may I ask?"
"For nothing, sir. Simply that. Except for the fact that
Miss Lucinda has the most sinfully nubile body I have seen in
many a long day. Many of our instructors have gotten most aroused
by the constant sight of her swaying, bouncing breasts. And her
smooth, curving bare legs. And her full, pouty lips. And her
long, long, swinging yellow hair. And so it was naturally decided
that there was only one fitting way to satisfy their lusts. By
first punishing Miss Lucinda until that sweet young body is a
bloody ruin, and then making her into the slut she is by fucking
her repeatedly, over and over and over again."
"By god!" Lord Aldenby said. "What a bully school this is!
But can we not see the little slut?"
"It is most unusual," the principal said.
"We will pay," said Smight.
"Ah. Well. Just at the moment, Miss Lucinda is being
stretched on the rack."
"My lord!" said Lord Aldenby.
"Hark!" said the principal. "I think, if you listen, you can
just hear the young lady."
A far away but most shrill and spine-chilling scream could
be faintly heard.
"The rack!" the lord said. "By god, we must see this!"
"Well...Miss Lucinda is most certainly not in a position to
object," said the principal.
And he took them downstairs to a sound-fast room containing
many instruments of pain. The largest was a round wooden rack,
and upon it lay the naked body of young Lucinda, most tightly
stretched and obviously in horrible pain. Screams came
continually from her wide open mouth. Her head, the only part of
her body that could move at all, rolled wildly from side to side,
and her long yellow hair hung down almost to the floor. But she
was the most erotically beautiful sight in the world. The taut,
straining body was curved and hollowed in mouth-watering relief.
The elongated calves and thighs were exquisite. The thrusting,
quivering, luscious young breasts cried out to be touched--or
beaten. They did not bounce now, but that they could sway and
swing until they drove a man mad, was most obvious.
"By god," Lord Aldenby said softly. "I would pay five
thousand dollars right now, to be able to slash those titties
with a whip or a riding crop."
The girl screamed louder.
"How many lashes, my lord?" said the principal.
"A dozen," the lord said. "Ten thousand for two dozen."
"You may pick any whip you wish, my lord."
"Thanks," the lord said. "This will do."
As he moved toward the bound and helpless girl, whip in
hand, Lucinda tried desperately to twist against her bonds. That
tight, curving body twitched and spasmed in a futile attempt to
avoid what was coming.
Lord Aldenby raised his arm. Frantically, Lucinda tried to
stop gasping and yelling long enough to say something, to beg and
plead. Lord Aldenby smiled happily.
"Ah, my dear young Lucinda," he said. "Such fine, fine
breasts. Take that." And his arm came down.
A loud, cracking sound that made Smight's cock hard in a
moment. A terrible, vibrating scream that rebounded off the
walls.
The whip rose again. And fell.
"Oh, Christ," said Smight through Lucinda's blasting shriek,
"I must add to this wonderfully suffering whore's agony. Or
perhaps, still better, I can fuck her squirming young cunt while
Lord Aldenby whips those tortured tits."
"I will pay," Lord Aldenby said. "Do it, man!"
"Thanks," Smight said, forcing his cock between Lucinda's
curving thighs and putting his weight onto her horribly taut
torso.
"Miss Lucinda howls so nicely, does she not?" the principal
said.
"Join in, man," the lord said. "Go on. Burn her, for god's
sake. Take this, you filthy young cocksucker. Take this and this
and this!"
Crack! Slash! Whack!
"How beautiful her body is in her pain!" said Smight. "How
this cunt spasms! Hurt her some more, my lord. Whip harder as I
come inside her twat. Burn her, principal!"
"I am burning the slut now. Burning the writhing little
yowling bitch. Ah, Miss Lucinda, hurt, you whore. You young,
smooth, soft, breast-bouncing, hip-swinging Miss Lucinda. I kiss
you with pain..."