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SALVATION This story is a work of erotic fiction. All names, characters, places and incidents are either a product of the author’s imagination or are used here ficticously. Any resemblance to actual events, locals or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidently. [ part 16 ] Ashdown Manor Ashdown Manor, the ancestral home of the Blackstone’s stands in its own extensive grounds a mile from the old Oxford road. To the front of the Manor there is a large ornamental lake and to the rear many smaller buildings. It was quite dark when Karen and Deborah Mellor arrived and to them everywhere looked cold, drab and most uninviting. Miss Victoria Hall, the housekeeper, ushered them straight into the warm kitchen, serving them some special broth to help get them warm again after their long journey in the damp carriage. Always delighted with the girls the Judge placed under her authority, Victoria was particularly taken with these pretty sisters who looked so innocent and vulnerable. John Blackstone valued her services and always found attractive girls to satisfy her sadistic lesbian passions, counting on this to secure her co-operation when it came to his turn to ravish them. ****** The carriage dropped Judge Blackstone off later that evening and Miss Hall was waiting there to greet him. “A good day I hear My Lord.” Miss Victoria Hall was a tall and slender woman with dark hair, and eyes that watched with deep understanding, piercing those who didn't follow her instructions. Dark clothes accentuated her pale, flawless skin while her bound hair added to her height. Her letter of introduction said she had been in her early twenties and yet she had looked both younger and older, carrying an air of authority few others could ever muster. She had good references too, much better than she needed, but she seemed happy, never more so than when he sentenced young girls to a week of servitude under her authority. In actual fact, the punishment at the Manor had been quite straight forward before Miss Hall’s arrived. The girls were set to work in the gardens, the stable or the kitchens, depending upon their aptitude but it was only when Miss Hall was appointed that they were put to use upstairs. This was a form of punishment that developed slowly, becoming ever more of a priority during their stay at Ashdown Manor. “A very good day,” John grinned, his mind reviewing the day; Alice at the coaching Inn, Marsha twice in one day, and still the Mellor girls to come. “Have the sisters arrived?” he asked. “Yes Sir they have, but they were exhausted after their journey so I bathed them and put them to bed,” smiling in such a way that betrayed the wicked pleasures she had no doubt enjoyed whilst doing so. “They are very pretty, and so innocent Sir,” Victoria said taking his hat and coat and then following him into the comfortable parlour, a large wooden panelled room with an imposing fireplace in which logs crackled and spluttered with flame. The heavy drapes had already been closed against the cold winter’s evening and the room held a welcome that threatened to set him to drowsing. “I hope I'm up to whatever you have planned,” he told her as he sat and lifted a foot to allow her to remove his shoes. “I considered that you might have had too much excitement for one day,” she told him. “So tonight we shall savour what we can enjoy much further tomorrow,” she explained, taking away his shoes and leaving him with a glass of Madeira. His mind returned to the moment he had opened his bladder into young Alice's mouth, an exquisite sensation, and one he'd not experienced before, but certainly hoped to experience again. The drink filled his mouth with flavour and warmed him within, which stirred his loins. As he sat, the Madeira at hand, he recalled the younger Mellor girl, Deborah he recalled her name. She had sat half pressed against her elder sister, possible unaware of how much cotton-clad thigh she had been exhibiting. He liked immature girls, he liked their innocence and their eagerness to learn and have fun. Deborah Mellor would be fun, that is until her punishment began, and then there'd be another type of fun to be had. “So, what's to do?” he asked as Victoria returned. She carried a tray with a large bowl of broth and basket of bread rolls. He sat up and let her place it on his lap and picked up the spoon, suddenly ravenous. “I've imposed upon Marcus Barrett to allow his daughter to stay the night again,” Victoria said, watching the obese man begin scooping the rich broth into his mouth. Mary was twelve old and a brainless child, doing as she was told, never questioning or arguing. Her father had been the first to realise her docility and Victoria had quickly noticed it when calling for eggs one morning. Now there was an agreement between them that the girl would be made available whenever needed, and the farmer would only need to pay half the rent due. “Ever had an employer that wished to urinate over another?” John asked, watching his housekeeper closely. Victoria smiled in the fond memory of holding one of her ward’s head back so she could let her water flow over the child's face. In fact, in her travelling case she always carried a set of urethra catheters that would remove control from the person and send the rich fluid through a rubber pipe to wherever she wished, even the person's own mouth. “A very pleasant experience My Lord.” She told him with a nod. “If you could arrange such opportunities for me,” he said, returning to his soup. Victoria wondered where he'd come across such pleasure and put another log on the fire, ensuring the room would be kept nice and warm. She then departed to bring the Barrett girl up from the kitchen where she'd been sitting on the bench, swinging her legs waiting patiently to be called. Victoria knelt beside the child and smiled. In truth, she preferred girls with more spirit, but girls like Mary had their place; pretty little tarts that would obediently undertake whatever task they were given. “Excited?” Victoria asked the child. The girl grinned and then nodded, used to playing up to Miss Hall’s requirements. None the less, Victoria swept the girl's drab skirts up, uncovering pretty, young thighs and, at their junction, a pretty little cunt on which fine young hairs had begun to darken. “Very pretty,” she agreed, tapping her knee so she would obediently part her thighs and allow Victoria’s fingers to feel her vagina, to determine how moist and ready she was. Her thumb pushed the young lips aside and ran up her slit, drawing the slippery wetness up and over her stubby little clitoris. Mary spread her thighs a little further; enjoying the stabbing pleasure the sudden touch to her clitoris had given her. Smiling knowingly she pulled her hand away, smelling her thumb before licking the girl's sticky flavour from it. “Come,” she ordered, taking the girl's hand and roughly pulling her from the bench, before matching her upstairs. The judge was drowsing in his chair, his eyelids heavy. Seeing the girl, he sat up and blinked, pushing away sleep as he began dreaming of what Miss Hall had in mind for the little girl. Placing the girl in front of her seated employer, Victoria knelt and began helping the girl shed her shabby clothes, removing them piece-by-piece so that he could fully appreciate the youth of the child. But for her face, neck and arms, the girl's skin was perfectly pale, completely untouched by the sun. Her nipples were tiny dark circles of tender skin, the tips sticking up excitedly as Victoria finished removing her skirts to reveal the fine hairs around her little cunt. “What do you have in mind?” John asked excitedly. Her slender body had brought him erect, but he couldn't be bothered to mount the girl. She would be far too tight for him in his current mood. Victoria turned the girl so he would see her delicious bottom, so nicely pronounced for such a young girl. The lines from her last whipping still showed, feint lines that held a tinge of pink. Victoria gripped and squeezed her bottom pulling the cheeks apart, and smiling as their parting caught the Judge's attention. “May I have your belt please My Lord?” Victoria asked. Mary Barrett licked her lips nervously but remained still as her mistress continued to roughly squeeze her little bottom cheeks. John grunted and eagerly pulled the belt from his breeches, taking the opportunity to open them, button by button, until his cock reared its head from under his shirttails. He smiled at the child as she stared at his cock, a pretty blush brightening her features. Victoria doubled the belt in her hand before running it over Mary's young body. She ran it over the child's nipples, flicking each little teat and watched the child lick her lips and breathe more deeply. John felt his excitement rise, just watching the loop of his belt slide across the young girl's flesh. Unable to stand the frustration, anymore he took himself in hand, stroking and pulling his foreskin, watching the girl's pale skin begin to glow. The leather reached her once bald pubis and ruffle her little fine hairs. Unbelievably, he watched her pelvis push forward against the stroking, patting belt. “Open you thighs child,” Victoria murmured softly. Such was the power Miss Hall enjoyed over people that she rarely if ever lifted her voice. Her wrist tapped the coiled leather against the girl's pubis, the idle flick making the girl pant in worried anticipation, her slender young thighs slowly inching apart. Mary watched her mistress’s face, continuing to part her thighs until she nodded to stop. By which time her feet were so far apart that her sweet cunt, that part of her that men like her father and the Judge loved so much, was now exposed in readiness. The belt rose higher than it had before and swung downwards, striking her pubis and sending the loop swinging up between her legs, flicking upward to slap into her softly contoured labia. Mary jumped and gasped, her eyes wide at the mix of pain and pleasure that it sent soaring into her belly and chest. “Thank me Mary,” Victoria murmured, her hands stroking the belt to see if any of the girl's moisture had landed on it. “Thank you Mistress,” Mary answered meekly, panting for breath. The belt swung again, landing that little bit more harshly between her thighs, lifting her to her toes and bringing her hands down to swiftly rub her smarting skin. “Stop that this instant!” Victoria ordered, smacking hands away. Mary whimpered but obediently pulled her fingers away, panting and squirming instead as the strong and wicked sensations flew through her little cunt. “What do you say?” Victoria asked. “Thank you Mistress,” Mary panted. Victoria swung the belt back, and then drove it down to land sharply against the child's pubis again, the coiled end whipping between her thighs to strike inwards with all the force of a striking cobra. Her eyes wide, Mary rose onto her toes and squealed, then shook and squirmed, unable to contain the fierce sensations now burning in her cunt. “Judge Blackstone has some very special cream that will take your pain away,” Victoria told the child. Mary stared at the Judge's cock, licking her lips as she considered the stout engine, so different from her father's long and slender pole. “Sit astride him and rub his cock up against your cunt. Then he'll spray his special cream over it,” Victoria promised. “May I please Sir,” Mary asked, dancing with the terrible growing heat in her crotch. John pulled his trousers down to his knees and nodded. The young girl quickly mounted his lap, squirming forward until her sweet bottom was firmly on his thighs, her knees spread to either side of his portly figure as she brought her crotch up against his own and then began to stroke his thick member, holding it along her burning slit. “Please, please!” she begged breathlessly, rubbing his cock fiercely up against her flaming cunt, bumping up and down desperately trying to bring herself some relief. John gazed down at the child. She held his cock up against her cunt, rubbing it and holding it against her, and he felt his balls tighten and the knot in his stomach clench. With a sob he flung his head back and cried out his delight, Mary's own orgasm lost in the marvellous sensation of his own eruption. “May I be excused Sir?” Victoria asked her employer as the warmth of the room and the recent excitement threatened to send him to sleep. “Yes, of course my dear,” he said with a knowing smile. “Come, I haven’t finished with you yet,” she told the child. Leaving him to doze, Victoria quickly marched Mary to her private quarters to continue her lessons. Mary was an apt pupil and Miss Hall’s passions were always sated in the pursuit of the child’s education. ****** Victoria rose early the next morning leaving Mary exhausted from her efforts to please her mistress, to light the stoves and make sure the fires were lit and the Manor was made warm. She then made her way to the sister’s room, quietly entering. Neither girl stirred as she lit the lamps bringing a soft glow to the room. It was still far too early for either girl to stir and the special broth they were both given last night meant they were in a daze as Victoria knelt to draw back the covers on Karen’s bed. The girl looked angelic, golden hair framing a slender face with full lips and a thin nose. She stirred softly in her sleep, long slender thighs moving under the soft cotton of her nightdress and Victoria leant forward to slide the loose garment upwards, uncovering the girl beneath it. She had skin as smooth as alabaster, a flat belly and soft hairs that pointed to her smooth lipped cunt in which the shaft of her clitoris peeked. Pert breasts rose from her chest, as firm and round as plump apples, their tips as rosy. Leaving her gown raised around her neck, Victoria led the sleeping girl's hands to her body, placing one around the succulent orb of a breast, the other on her font, a finger lying on the apex of her pretty cunt. Karen stirred, mumbling in her sleep and as if aware, her thighs parted slightly and her finger moved, awakening her pleasure source. Leaving her, Victoria hurried to the other bed, pulling the covers from Deborah’s bed. The eleven year old lay on her side, her thighs curled up and her thumb half out of her open mouth. Victoria drew the long nightgown up her back, uncovering the girl's slender young legs and pert little bottom. Gently, carefully, she raised one knee from the other and drew the child's free hand between them, capturing the wrist between her legs. Quietly then, though she needn't have worried, Karen beginning to make little gasping sounds in her sleep as her fingers worked to uncover her pleasure, Victoria returned to the still half open door and, pushing it, closed it loudly. With a shocked gasp Deborah woke and half rose, her eyes wide as she stared at the tall and stern housekeeper, then at her just waking elder sister. Her eyes widened as she saw what Karen was doing, her fingers moving between her scissoring thighs while those of her other hand squeezed her little titties, all plainly in view because she'd kicked the bedcovers down and rolled her nightdress up. “Girls!” the woman gasped, a look of shock on her otherwise elegant face. Deborah suddenly realised her own hand was stuck between her thighs and pulled it away with a yelp before feeling her cheeks colour. Her mother had always told her not to touch herself down there except to wash herself, and to do that properly she had to use a rough cloth so that it would hurt slightly. Karen whimpered and tossed her lean young hips, still unaware of what she was doing and who was watching her. Victoria put her hands on her narrow waist and stared at the obscene sight, her face set in angry lines for the benefit of the younger, now trembling child. “Stop that this instant, you dirty little girls!” she ordered. Karen's eyes fluttered open as her knees rose and parted. Her fingers pinched her protruding inner lips causing her to gasp and lift her pelvis. Then, suddenly, realising where she was and what she was doing squealed in horror. Her hands flew from her cunt and she slapped her thighs together as she fought with her nightdress, desperately trying to cover herself while the eyes of the housekeeper bore into her. Miss Hall waited until the girls had made themselves decent and Karen's crying had died away. The girl had wept for a little while, then stopped when she realised Victoria was waiting patiently for her to stop. Now they waited on the tall and elegant woman, both blushing hotly and glancing at each other nervously. “Do your parents permit such behaviour?” Victoria asked suddenly and sharply. “No Ma'am,” Karen muttered shamefully. “I should think not!” Victoria gasped, continuing her air of shock and disgust. “So you think you can treat me differently from your parents, do you!” she asked pointedly. “Oh no, no, not at all Ma'am!” Karen gasped, shaking with the horror of what the woman had suggested. “You obviously do young lady, so do not make matters worse than they are already by lying!" Victoria snapped. The girl gnawed at her teeth and looked away. The younger one blushed and played with the lacy trim of her borrowed nightdress. Victoria let the silence grow, knowing it would heighten the young girls worries, then spoke sharply to them, brooking no disobedience or argument. “As your parents have given the Judge full rights over you both while you are in custody here at Ashdown Manor, I have no alternative but to inform him of your disgusting behaviour.” Karen seemed about to protest at that, but one look into Victoria's eyes and the young lady stayed silent. “No doubt he will have something to say about your dirty habits, but for my part, I expect you to wear these." Victoria told them. From their wardrobe, Miss Hall selected two pretty dresses of a light blue and white design with nothing remarkable about them, other than the shortness of their hems. Victoria also drew some white hose out too; two pairs each with red lace threaded through the top in order to hold them about the wearer's thighs. The children stared at them, Karen blushing the more furiously as she realised she was to wear a little girl's dress. “No arguments," Victoria called, walking them briskly through to the bathroom, where she indented to take her time washing, preparing and dressing them, before taking them to the Judge later that morning. ****** The breakfast room faced southeast and allowed the winter’s morning sun to radiate through the large bay window and brighten what, in the afternoon, would become a gloomy and drab room. With his back to the window, the Judge could read the early morning local and London press while picking at his sausages, bacon, eggs, black pudding, mushrooms and toasted bread. He had about finished reading when Victoria entered, pushing the two nervous and timid looking sisters before her. They looked divine; dressed alike in the pretty blue dresses Victoria had made especially for such occasions. He loved the shortness of the hems that showed off the children's slender thighs but more pleasantly, made the older girl squirm and shuffle in adolescent embarrassment. “I'm afraid Your Lordship,” Victoria started, “that they have both been very naughty. I found both young ladies doing something quite despicable!” she told him. “What, these pretty creatures? Whatever could that have been Miss Hall?” he asked, chuckling within at the little game they played and enjoying the sorrowful look both girls displayed. “I caught them both masturbating, but Karen was doing it so quite distractedly,” she told her employer, smiling at the large man from behind the quaking little girls. John showed a shocked and horrified face to hide the glee he felt within. He checked his pocket watch as if worried about the time while; having known they would be staying at the Manor had already cancelled his court appearances for the next week. He then looked sternly at each child, thankful for the table that masked his rising excitement. While he did so the pretty children, their hems indecently short, both softly began to weep. “They both look so innocent. Could they have harmed themselves?” he asked. “I would dread it if either of them came to any harm while in our care,” he told his housekeeper following a script they'd long since developed for just such occasions. “I could call the doctor, but then that would be one more person who would know of their lewd behaviour,” Victoria told him while watching the girls. “Oh, please don't tell anyone Ma'am, Sir. We didn't mean to Sir, honest!” Karen whimpered. “Then it rests upon us to do everything that we can to cure them of this naughty behaviour,” John sighed. He could almost see them already arranged on the table before him, their pale young thighs parted to allow him a detailed inspection of their wounded cunts. What would their little slits look like? Would the younger girl sport any soft hairs as yet? Would the elder girl be ready for a pocking? She looked it, blushing so cutely under his hot gaze. He grinned and hoped he didn't look too much like a rake. “Take them through to the Gaming Room,” he ordered. The Gaming Room was a new wing added to the back and east side of the spacious Manor. A full sized billiard table dominated the room while the windowless walls were set far enough back to allow easy use of the long cues used in the game. Miss Hall folded the dust cover back to one end of the table while John leant over it to light the gas flamed limelight that soon cast a brilliant light over the green baize. The girls stood together, watching the proceedings in silence and nervously holding each other's hands. Karen had stopped trying to pull her short dress lower as she watched the preparation, being so smoothly conducted in front of her. “There!” Victoria announced. The folded dust cover providing a perfect bolster for their young loins, lifting them under the strong lights so the judge could more comfortably make a detailed inspection of their young bodies. “Who'll be first?” she asked. “I don't understand,” Karen, mumbled, her hands unknowingly clutching at her skirt while she stared at the table and the rolled length of dust cover. Beside her, Deborah whimpered and eased closer to her. “Oh, I think you do,” Victoria smiled her sweetest. “The judge is concerned that you may have hurt yourself during the night,” she told them. “Being his wards, he has the right to ensure you are fit and well. Or would you prefer it if he gave you back to the authorities, to be imprisoned for theft!” Victoria asked. “I don't want to go back Karen,” Deborah whimpered, gazing up beseechingly at her sister. Karen licked her lips and gazed at the table, then at the two adults who watched her, their eyes cold and calculating. Only fourteen, she knew little of adult life, although her mother had begun hinting at some of the things involved in marriage and the like. She didn't know what the Judge and his housekeeper had in mind, but she knew it would be sexual. But was it proper? Struggling with herself, she wondering what course of action to take, only to have her forming idea stricken from her by the Judge's impatient cough. “I have not got all day. You either get up onto the table and undergo this perfectly reasonable request to check on your health, or I will send you to the cells so the police doctor can do the same, far more roughly and publicly I might add!” The Judge told her. “Karen!” Deborah pleaded more urgently, tugging on her sister's arm. “You can go first then!” Karen spat, momentarily loosing her patience with her younger sister. She saw her mistress’s eyes narrow and swallowed, wondering what she had in mind for her when it came to her own turn. Deborah swallowed and made her way around the table towards the waiting adults, her hand running along the wooden edge, about the height of her chest. The tall and gracious woman came forward and, with a soft smile, lifted her easily onto the green baize. John watched her, his face having grown a ruddy pink. “Now, lie back with your bottom on the cover,” Victoria urged pleasantly. Deborah did so, her breath quickening for no reason she could think of. Her whole young body shook, yet she still had little idea of what was in store for her. Then she felt hands under her knees and with a gasp, looked down to see Miss Hall lifting her legs, drawing them apart as she pushed them upwards. With a gasp she made to push her skirt down but Miss Hall free hand was there first. “It's all right sweetheart. Let the Judge see you,” she smiled. Deborah swallowed and relaxed a little, her hands on her belly while her legs were brought up to her chest and held there. John stared down at the pretty little chink created by the girl's smoothly curved vulva, so beautifully curved by her upraised thighs. In the depths of her lean young bottom her anal ring was a darker pink, rising from the hollow to the brilliantly pink mouth of her little cunt. “Mmm,” he reflected, leaning over the little cunt to draw the folds apart and better look into the little hole where, one day, a cock would slide. Moist tender pink flesh gleamed while, further along; the tip of her clitoris appeared, small and tender from the mouth of its hood. “Are you tender?” he asked, touching her at the very edge of her tiny vagina. Deborah gasped as the light touch send a shock wave swirling up into her belly and tried lifting her head higher in an effort to see what he was doing. The Judge drew her sticky folds apart and licked his lips at the thought of licking such a tender and virgin young cunt. She stared at him, her face flushed and her eyes questioning as his fingers felt her slipperiness increase. “Yes, quite. This will need further investigation,” he mumbled. His housekeeper would arrange it, he knew, just him and the young girl, an opportunity to see how far she'd let him go. And if she wasn't forthcoming, there were always the drugs and the restraints, the whips and straps that would help change her mind. Deborah was allowed up and told to sit quietly in the corner while her elder sister was seen to. She did so in a daze, the soft flesh between her legs continuing to feel the ghost of their fingers upon her, continuing to tingle while sliding sweetly against each other. Karen swallowed nervously, eyeing the adults distrustfully as she approached them. “Come on young lady. This won't take a moment,” Victoria assured her, helping the long legged girl jump up onto the billiard table before directing her, like her sister before her, to lie back with her bottom lifted by the rolled up dust cover. Karen turned her head away, trying to deny what was happening to her as she felt an arm slide under her knees to then lift her legs and pull them up to her chest. She panted, her cheeks hot as the skirt fell onto her belly and her thighs were pulled apart, exposing the curved length of her slit, the firm and slender lips bordering it graced with a fine down of curls that meshed above the cunt. “Ah,” the Judge sighed. He stared at the slightly more mature bottom and the deep cleft from where he could just spy the darkening of her anal region. His eyes rose and followed the young teenagers smoothly edged slit, taking in the prominent and thin inner lips that protruded from the outer. “Well, well,” he breathed, his eyes drinking in the young beauty of her sex, the springy young hair, the firm fleshed lips, and the pretty pink blush that tinted her privates. Victoria's fingers were slender and knowing as they unwrapped the slender inner lips and drew them apart, splaying them open like the wings of a butterfly to show their pink inner surface. “She grows moist,” he saw and said. He was certain he would have her before the end of the week, skewering that pretty little body on his fat cock. “Like her little sister, both are amorous,” Victoria, agreed. She took her fingers away and inhaled the young girl's fragrance from them. The musk of growing womanhood sullied the fresh scent of young girlhood, but not enough to spoil it for her. “May we dress decently now please Sir?” Karen asked as she was allowed to climb off the table and embrace her little sister. Victoria laughed while John smiled at her, making her feel uneasy. “You may have undergone your examination well enough,” she was told, “but you have still to be punished for your despicably behaviour.” “I did not realise Sir. We were asleep!” she told them, fighting back tears of nervousness. “Disobedience will only earn you double punishment young lady!” the Judge warned, hoping she'd argue a little bit more, anything to give him an excuse to be extra severe on her. Not that he really needed any reason anyway, he reflected, his smile making her face grow pale. Whatever reason he had for punishing her, he'd punish her until he was satisfied. “Come on girls. Be brave,” Victoria, told them. Putting her arm around the older girl to ensure that her sister would follow she led them both down the narrow winding stairs of the Manor to the punishment room. The girls were pushed into the middle of the room, there to look about them in growing nervousness while the two adults followed them in, their grins as sadistic as the items hanging from the walls. “I want to go home!” Deborah wailed, eying the mean instruments and beginning to shake with terror. Karen paled at the sight of so many and gripped herself, trying hard not to fall down and cower as she saw the straps, the studded belts and the short tailed whips. Elder brothers terrorised their younger sisters with tales of what punishments they had to endure and Karen had heard the stories from her friends, no doubt made much longer and more terrifying in the retelling. None rivalled the horror she felt as the door banged closed behind her and the adults smiled at their prey. “I think them small enough to both be put up together Your Lordship,” Victoria told her employer as she slid on her long black gloves and stepped towards the cowering girls. They screamed and shuffled back, huddling together with the younger girl hiding her face in her sister's bodice. “The Bircher then!” John panted, grabbing the younger girl round the waist and grinning at his housekeeper as she screamed and kicked out, trying vainly to escape him. The Bircher was a stout wooden panel that Miss Hall brought out from the wall to stand in the middle of the room. Like a pillory, it had holes in it, and the top half of the Bircher would rise on hinges to allow the victim to be pushed through it, then close again, capturing the person about the waist and forcing them to bend forward. With two holes, it was large enough to imprison two victims beside each other, each with their thighs held wide apart by leather straps about their knees. Victoria nodded and pulled the now weeping elder sister towards the standing wooden frame. “Please, have pity!” Karen cried. Victoria opened the Bircher by lifting the top half on its hinge and pushed the elder girl against it, forcing her upper body forward so the top half could drop again, imprisoning the girl around the middle and forcing her to bend forward. Weeping, the child beat her fists on the stout wood as she wept, kicking her feet wildly; unaware of what a pretty sight she gave the adults. The Judge puffed at the other end, doing the same with Deborah until they were together, the lower part of their bodies protruding from one side of the Bircher, their young thighs wildly kicking. Standing back, the adults took a moment to admire the view the two girls afforded them. Kicking and squirming, their bottoms tossing fretfully under their short skirts, they looked delicious. Occasionally one or the other would kick so high as to reveal the dainty little ribbons keeping their stockings held to their slender thighs. Around the other side of the wooden partition, the girls were crying fitfully, sometimes angrily pounding at the wood with their fists, moments later begging to be released, promising to be good and not to masturbate ever again, if only they were not punished. Victoria knelt and cajoled each of the girls to drink some liquid, letting them suck the lemonade through a straw, then stroking their hair until the opiate supplied by James Jones had a chance to work and their struggles died away. “Such good girls,” Victoria intoned as she reached for the little pearl buttons down the front of Karen's dress, opening them with ease to then spread the material and reveal the young girl naked beneath it. “Mummy will think us very rude,” Karen giggled, her cheeks burning under the hot gaze of the portly man while the woman kneeling in front of her stroked her nipple tips with her palms and make lovely darts of sensation spread throughout her chest. She looked delicious, John thought, watching Victoria stroke the little up thrust nipples. Then the pain began and Karen gasped and jumped as the firm flesh of her budding breasts was roughly pinched and pulled. “Good girl,” Victoria continued to murmur, stroking the surprised face of the girl as she panted and jerked, her lovely little breasts receiving ever more painful pinches and twists. “I have weights to pull your nipples outward,” she told the young girl lovingly. “I'd look funny with big nipples,” Karen breathed, staring at the red angry marks on her otherwise smoothly rising breasts. “Time to show her your manhood My Lord,” Victoria told her employer, stepping to one side so she could attend to the younger girl. She turned her attention to Deborah's dress, undoing it as she had to her elder sister, and then pushing it downwards until her shoulders and upper chest were bare. Only eleven, the girl had only the barest rise of future breasts, her nipples still childlike small and dark. Victoria crooned into the glazed eyes of the young girl, moistening at the thought of how sadistic she could become with the young girl, now the drug had taken her mind. She pinched one little nipple and pressed more and more firmly, having to twist before the girl groaned and jerked in pain. “Oh, I'm going to love you,” she intoned; removing her fingers so she could see how tender and sore she'd made the little teat. Admiring the tender nipple, her fingers began to squeeze and twist the other, waiting to hear the young girl's drugged whimpers. Beside Victoria, John stood with his breeches around his knees, his shorts opened to allow the wide-eyed girl a complete view of his rotund belly and, beneath it, his thick and livid cock. He held it around the base, wagging it at her startled young face while he chuckled at the debasement that would follow. “I'm going to give you my cock to suck, you little tart!” he panted, pushing his crotch even further towards her innocent young face. “I'm going to piss down your gullet!” he panted, those wicked thoughts rising again, making him extra hard and long. “Shall we attend to her bottom first Sir?” Victoria asked. She rose and went to the other side of the wooden partition that held the children so effectively. There, she pinned the fabric of their short skirts up onto the wood and bared their bottoms, pretty pussies peeking out between their scissoring thighs, one perfectly pink and innocent, the other covered in a soft down of pubescent curls. While Victoria finished uncovering the girls and strapped their knees widely apart leaving their cunts unprotected, the Judge selected a suitable instrument. He was of a mind to raise blood, but any one of the canes would do that in but one or two strikes, and he wanted their punishment to last. The belts would seldom cut, but they were heavy, causing such pain that many a young girl would swoon before the fun started. He would then have to wait until his housekeeper had applied smelling salts to revive them. Hence he selected an eighteen-inch flogger, one with twelve strands of half-inch broad leather that would slap and sting and bring the blood to the surface of their skin. Once tenderised by three or four-dozen strikes, the birch twigs could be used to assault their skin, tearing it open for the blood to weep across their scoured flesh. Victoria stood back to watch. Although the Judge was short and obese, he swung the flogger with artistry, remaining relaxed so not to tire himself while bringing the strands of leather to land faithfully upon the girl’s round little bottoms. She wondered where he'd learnt the art, watching critically as he concentrated on the mark, then applied the flogger with a smooth swing of the arm. The girls squealed and danced with each strike, but not in real pain. Deborah was much further under the drug than her elder sister and she clearly couldn't focus as Victoria went round to the front of the Bircher to gauge their reactions. Karen, meanwhile, was flushed and panting, her eyes wild with unknown passions coursing through her. “Does it tingle and burn?” Victoria asked sweetly, stopping to kneel before the girl and capture her plump little breast. She jerked and gasped as the flogger landed across her bottom again, then nodded. “Ah, but you're going to be a pleasant little toy,” Victoria grinned, squeezing the girl's breasts just behind her torrid little nipples. Karen squealed and arched, jerking as the flogger stung her bottom again. “Ouch!” Deborah complained, her breath beginning to shorten now a dozen sharp strikes had begun to tenderise her little bottom. “Suck!” Victoria demanded, giving the girl her thumb. Wild eyed, Deborah immediately obeyed, sucking on Victoria's thumb energetically and jumping in the Bircher's restraints as her bottom received a further strike. She whimpered as she sucked, her eyes begging to be let off. Victoria smiled into those precious young eyes and wished she could pierce the child's tiny and immature nipples, sliding a gold ring through each to help stimulate her little breasts as they formed. John stopped for a moment and gazed lovingly at his handiwork. Having received two-dozen apiece, the girl's bottoms now glowed beautifully. The short creases of their bottoms were even more distinct as they squirmed, exposing pale flesh within the short seams. He caressed them for a few moments, thumbing them further apart so he could have his first real look at their anuses, such innocence and youth bringing him instantly erect. “You'd like to take their bottoms, wouldn't you Sir?” Victoria asked, coming round to watch him stroke and pet them. John nodded while recognising that he was equipped with the wrong size of cock to try entering the little tight portal of a child's anus. None the less, he could look and admire, and had often slowly sunk his finger into little bottoms, watching with a mixture of awe and incredible excitement as the tight anal ring had given way and he'd entered the smooth little passage of their rectums. His attention moved on to their pretty little cunts, giving each a gentle stroke, enough to feel the resistance of the rounded flesh and expose the bright pink flesh. “Karen will be most accommodating,” Miss Hall told him as he drew her soft flesh apart and exposed her, gleaming to his eyes. “The Rocker!” he breathed, his cock bounding upwards with desire. Victoria smiled. The Rocker would be used, the wood and leather device rocking the child back and forth, off and onto the judge's thick manhood. With renewed excitement, John stepped back and raised the flogger again, once more striking each young bottom in turn, the leather now landing on tender flesh making both girls gasp and whimper, despite their drugged state. Using an underhand swipe, John began bringing the flogger up, between their thighs occasionally. Their squeals became sharper, and the look on their faces more agonised as the added pain broke through to their drugged minds. Pale inner thighs, looking extra pretty with their banded stockings, took on a new kind of beauty as the bands of leather struck the soft skin and left vivid marks of their meeting. Their squirming increased, their bottoms tossing uncontrollably in the tight confines of the Bircher, there to ensure the girls would have no escape from the continued punishment. Three-dozen strokes given to each bottom, perhaps a few more than he'd intended, John stopped to once more kneel behind the children and survey his handiwork. He had every right to be proud; their little bottoms glowed brightly and tenderly, the bright skin extending to their upper thighs and a little around each thigh to where their skin was softest. Crying fitfully the girls tossed, their hands clawing at the wood partitioning as they dumbly strove to grip and rub their heated bottoms. They begged the adults to relieve the pain that had grown from tingling, to burning incandescence. John used his thumb and fingers to ease their tender bottoms apart and to gaze avidly at the wrinkled anuses quivering uncontrollably within. He stretched the blistered labia folds apart and breathed on the succulent flesh, and then cupped their burning flesh, groaning as he felt it blister his hands with their heat. When he stood, ready to continue, Miss Hall was there, the slender cane she knew he would want already in her hand. Panting with lust he hurriedly stripped off the rest of his clothes and took up position beside the bottom of the younger child, the cane held ready to strike. “Nice and slow,” Victoria urged, stepping up behind her employer to stroke his furry back and slide a finger down to the indent of his bottom. “Yes,” he panted. Once again Victoria watched the short obese man loose his ungainly aspect to become an artist at his work. As his cane wielding arm went back, his knees bent slightly, his feet turning to give him better balance. Then, with his eyes never leaving the cute little bottom before him, the slowness of his limbs changed and the arm sped down, delivering a ceasing crack to the girl's offered-up bottom. For a moment just the sound of the cane's landing was heard, then Deborah's scream reverberated off the four walls as she howled in her agony. The adults ignored her, their eyes on the fine line that swelled across her little peach like bottom, the soft skin breaking here and there to allow little drops of blood to appear. With baited breath they waited, while the girl tossed frantically in the Bircher, mesmerised by her struggles and the lovely sight of her blood slowly trickling down the glowing curve of her bottom. Karen began to weep and shake her head, her mind full of what was to come to her. Her mumbling pleas quickened as she felt the rod tap her fiery bottom, rising in volume, and becoming frantic as the tapping ceased. For a moment there was nothing and she thought that they had relented. Then there was the sound of a whistling through the air before the slender rod landed across her burning bottom. Pain, like nothing she'd ever known cast aside her drugged state and swept her into fiery hell. The unimaginable pain shot right through her with lightning speed, its intensity making her scream without control, fighting to escape and protect herself as the initial agony changed to a horribly ballooning burning sensation. Karen stopped to catch her breath before beginning to scream again with overtures of weeping. John and Victoria watched the cut blossom across the apex of the girl's rotund bottom cheeks, opening to let a fine trickle of blood to flow down them. “Lovely,” Victoria crooned in her employer's ear. She reached round and felt for his cock, gasping in his ear as she found him hard and hot. “Again!” Toby breathed. He shuffled back to Deborah, his breath quickening again as he tapped the little bottom and listened to its owners screech for mercy from the other side of the wooden partition. He watched her try and escape, enjoying the way it distorted her young cunt lips. Then the cane was rising over his shoulder and his concentration was focused on the mark, two inches below the first, on the underside of her lovely bottom. Scream followed breathless scream as the searing cut struck and the pain engulfed her. The adults gazed deliciously at the blood slowly seeping from the fine cut, decorating her cute little bottom with slender rivers of red. Karen was sobbing and begging, her feet turning in and out as she tried desperately to free her knees from the leather bands that held her thighs apart. Her arms ached from trying to pull herself through the hole in the wood partitioning and yet she couldn't stop, not with the dread of knowing what was to follow. Karen’s fuller bottom held a magic for the Judge. There was something unique in the form of a girl as she moved between that of a child and a woman, something distinctly erotic in the half formed hips and the slight added weight it brought to their lean young bottoms. Karen possessed such a bottom, her thighs still youthful and young while her bottom held that hint of added womanly weight. Beneath the curve, her cunt waited, fine curls overlapping across the labia while slender inner lips protruded. John tapped her bottom lower than on her younger sister so as not to smear the line of blood that had run from the previous cut and licked his lips as her pleading rose an octave. He listened for a while, enjoying the power he held over the young thing. Then the rod was being drawn back, slowly rising as he focused on the glowing bottom he was about to strike. Her screaming pleas were ignored, not even heard. The rod bent through the air, whistling sharply in its descent before landing with a sharp sound of cane on flesh. The slender cane pushed flesh inwards, and then rebound. Almost immediately, while Karen screamed with each breath she could take, the skin broke under the impact and beads of blood seeped out to begin trailing down to her spread thighs. “Now the birch rods,” Victoria urged, offering the Judge the bound branches that had been soaking in Brine. John licked his lips and panted; two-dozen slender birch twigs had gone into the making of it, all bound tightly at one end so he could hold it. They never lasted long, the branches often breaking away on hitting the firm bottoms of young girls and boys, yet nothing else had quite the same power to lacerate and tear, to cut and open, and finally to smear. Deborah shook her head while she wept, her mind numb, her body engulfed by the inescapable burning that spread inwards from her twice cut, tenderised bottom. She was unaware of what was happening, only conscious that no cold rod had tapped her mutilated bottom as yet, and therefore giving her some respite. She wept, begging for her mother, for her father, begging for anything that would relieve her of the terrible pain engulfing her. John moved to stand directly behind the bottom of the young girl. He would bring the birch down from right to left, traversing the twin peaks of her slender little eleven-year-olds bottom and letting the hard tips of each of the twigs score her flesh. There was no touching to warn her this time, to allow her to tighten her succulent little bottom, nor did the twigs make any whistling sound as they came down. Just as planned, the last inch of stiff twigs rushed across her flesh, tearing the tenderised and cut skin over each of the lean young cheeks. Deborah thrashed and screamed in her constraints, the fiery pain from a dozen little cuts storming through her body. Her bottom now sported dozens of short little scrapes now, many beaded with blood. Panting heavily, John brought his arm up and brought the birch rods down a second time, backhanded so her left buttock would feel the worst of the scoring twigs. Before fully recovering from the first strike, the second brought high pitched and breathless squeals from the struggling girl as another dozen cuts and scrapes appeared on her slender bottom. Even the top of her thighs had received a few scrapes, enough to decorate the lovely smooth skin, all so close to the delicately curved vulva poised so prettily between her spread apart thighs. “Karen is waiting,” Victoria breathed. The older girl was sobbing and whimpering, trying her best to escape the wood panelled Bircher. With the Judge moving to stand behind the older girl, his attention riveted on her peach like bottom, Victoria could kneel behind the wailing younger girl and caress her scored, torn and glowing young bottom. She purred with delight as she felt the torn skin and admired at close range how the lovely globes had become marked and torn. The drops of blood, already drying, sometimes added oil to her stroking fingers making the burning skin feel almost fluid. The child quivered and sobbed so delightfully. Victoria stroked the curved vulva and parted it again, holding her breath as she looked upon the little entrance. The girl had learnt; she would do anything rather than suffer another bout of punishment. Close beside Victoria, the birch rods swept past to land on Karen's offered bottom and a new shocked screech filled the room. Her proud little bottom swivelled and gyrated while her thighs fought to try and close themselves and all along, scrapes and cuts opened and brightened with seeping blood. Filled with indescribable lust, John Blackstone aimed another at the girl's tossing hindquarters, delivering harshly, forcing the twigs to cut and lacerate the girl's immature bottom. As new short and breathless screams rent the air, he stared at the tossing bottom, gauging where the next should land and how best to decorate her pert little bottom with cuts. Having decided her thighs and the swelling underside of her bottom should receive the next; John aimed with his usual caution, and then delivered it there. The shock of it landing caught Karen unaware. The unforgiving twigs tore into her rounded thighs and whipped between her legs, an odd twig painfully scoring her vulva. Without having tensed, without having had any chance to prepare herself for the pain that swept over and engulfed her, her bladder opened and a spurt of pee dashed from her bent form. “Yes!” Toby cried, his eyes widening with his incredible excitement. Already intensely excited by the dozen or so scores on her little bottom, many now beaded with blood, the spurt of her yellow pee only inflamed him even further. As the poor girl hung her head and wept, her pee now dribbling from her uncontrollable body, John staggered forward to place himself against her thighs and bottom, rubbing his cock over her bloody globes while her hot pee trickled down his legs. “More! More!” he cried, bending his legs to bring his cock up against her mossy vulva. John hands cupped her bottom and squeezed, gripping her mutilated bottom cheeks in an effort to help her loose the last of her control. It worked. Pee spurted fully from her, washing his cock and balls in the fiery liquid. Toby flung his head back and screamed his delight, gripping her still tighter as he convulsed with the pulse of his jettisoning seed, shooting it all over her bloody bottom to lay there in thick globs that stung her cuts and added to her woes. ****** For the next couple of days the girls remained in their room and received the greatest of care and attention. Lying down on their fronts most of the time, they wore the lightest of skirts and no undergarments to stop the air from helping to mend their torn bottoms. The sight of each other's torn and mutilated bottoms horrified them at first, then a strange sort of interest took both girls and they each found themselves drawn to looking at each other, fascinated by the changing hue, and the cuts and tears that were slowly fading. Miss Hall attended them hourly, laying hot damp towels on their sore bottoms first, so hot it brought memories back of how the flogger had caused a similar burning, but more invading so that it didn't go as readily as that of the towels when they were removed. Then came the salves; the ointments that stung when rubbed softly into their cuts and scrapes so that they hissed and tossed, unable to stop themselves from squirming. Victoria said little as she applied the special healing salves often humming to herself as she applied them. The scores and cuts across the apex of their lean cherubic bottoms got her attention first, the tenderness of each cut quickly passing with time. The ointment was rubbed in with her fingers in order to ensure the children were returned with bottoms as smooth and innocent looking as when they arrived. Slowly, as cut after cut was treated, Victoria's fingers began working on the smaller, if no less damaging little cuts; those between their young thighs. Neither child dared complain as their thighs were eased apart and the more intimate cuts gently worked on. Soon, thoughts of privacy and decency evaporated anyway as the salve produced a tingle and warmth that invaded their flesh and inched up, into their crotches. While the woman's fingers stroked them, inches from their tender young cunts, the girls began to squirm with the growing sensation in their privates, the feeling shortening and quickening their breaths while making their hearts hammer. Victoria patiently applied the salve and waited until she felt the child ready. Then, with an ease that bellied the skill, her fingers and thumb pressed into their cunt and bottom crack, sliding from the front to the back to join together at the mouth of each of her little victim’s holes. Chuckling at her victims, she'd watch them lift their bottoms upwards, crying out into their covers as the joint assault of her fingers at their private portals brought on their final crisis. Being only eleven-years-old served as no deterrent; Deborah spent as lovingly as her elder sister, if not more so having learnt not to resist. Squealing uncontrollably, she'd lifted her bottom off the pillow that had partially lifted her and shuddered with bliss as her mistress’s finger pressed impatiently into her anus and her thumb massaged her wanton little cunt. “Such brazen little tarts,” she called them, and delighted in their blushes. After the first day and the worst of the children's wounds were feint cuts across their bottoms, the Judge accompanied his housekeeper to their room to watch them receiving the healing salves. The girls blushed hotly as he made himself comfortable close to their beds, Karen more hotly than Deborah. “Miss?” she mumbled softly to Victoria as the woman neared. Victoria sighed theatrically and put her hands on her slender waist. “I hope you don't aim to be awkward,” she told the child, half hoping she would. “No Miss,” Karen muttered, her face reddening with the knowledge of what was to occur. John chuckled and grinned, making her feel even more uncomfortable as Miss Hall laid the pillows down into a pile and opened the bottle of ointment. For a moment all was still as they enjoyed watching Karen battle with herself. Then she was across the mound, hiding her face as the back of her nightgown was raised. For a few precious minutes Karen could almost forget the old and obese man was present, watching her bottom being attended to. The housekeeper's hands were soft and caressing, not at all painful. Then a touch on her thigh gave her the signal to part her legs and she was suddenly alert and breathless, burning uncontrollably as she obeyed and parted her thighs. “Very good,” the judge murmured. The younger girl licked her lips and blushed, timidly smiling at him as she accepted what was to happen to her, once they'd finished with her sister. Victoria smiled and stroked Karen's inner thighs, slowly exciting the girl, despite her nervousness. Her labia grew flushed and swollen as Victoria's fingers teased her, forcing Karen to pant and squirm, to lift her bottom wantonly, and then sob with frustration when nothing happened. Victoria smiled knowingly, stroking the girl yet again close to her crotch, then watching her part her thighs and shake with her waiting. John leant forward as Victoria stretched her finger and thumb apart and pressed them to the girl, finger to her bottom, thumb to the apex of her precious young cunt. Karen keened with the excitement that swept through her, coming on the realisation it was going to happen. Unable to stop herself, she pushed herself in the air, her smooth thighs spreading even more wantonly apart as she poised herself for the finale. Victoria's fingers moved purposefully towards each other, pressing inward to slide along feminine flesh before lodging in the mouth of her sex and bottom. There, she pressed them inwards; wriggling them against the youngster's unyielding flesh while the girl shook and keened with her sexual glee. “What a little tart!” John exclaimed, loving the sight of the half woman spending so well in front of him. Victoria smiled and drew her hand away, wiping it on the child's nightgown before rising to move towards her sister. Deborah licked her lips and moved to one side so the woman would more easily reach the pillows and position them for her own session. She tingled within, excited by the thought of being brought on. Such delicious naughtiness excited her. “We'll be doing things differently with you Deborah,” Victoria told her, noticing the glowing cheeks, the sparkling eyes and timid grin. “First, take off your nightdress,” she told the child. Deborah glanced at the Judge and fluttered her eyes as she slowly obeyed. The thought of being so naughty made her heart hammer and brought a glow to her skin along with sensitivity that cried out to have it touched. Kneeling, Victoria caressed the naked girl, displaying the child to her employer while the girl giggled and squirmed. She turned her, so that both front and back could be admired, then sat down and drew the young girl over her lap. “Younger bottoms are so much more pliant,” Victoria said, slapping Deborah's hand away, then parting her tight young cheeks so she was fully exposed to him. John grunted. His position as Judge allowed him views such as this on a regular basis, and yet they were never enough. Tight little cheeks being disfigured as they were drawn apart, pink anal rings clenching and relaxing, the anuses perfectly sized for an adult finger all served to excite his senses. “Karen,” Victoria called. Drawing Deborah's thighs apart she used her fingers to allow the Judge to see how delicately small and pink her vaginal entrance was. “Go kneel in front of the Judge. He has something for you,” Miss Hall ordered her as Deborah panted and squirmed over her lap. Karen swallowed and obediently hurried to the portly man, kneeling quickly at his feet and trying hard not to look at his lap. He fumbled at his belly, panting loudly as he stared between the two young girls. Then his trousers were open and his cock bounded free, rising from his groin like a rare mushroom, whose flesh was bright and livid and the shaft rippled by blue veins. “Take a hold of it Karen,” Victoria urged, menace in her voice as her fingers began roughly kneading the younger girl's smooth labia. Karen whimpered and hesitantly reached out, fright and nervousness battling with naughtiness and excitement. With a finger coated with salve, Victoria eased it into Deborah's tight little bottom, smiling as the girl lost her breath and sobbed, smiling even broader as Karen put her hands around the Judge's thick cock and gripped it. “Ah, yes,” she sighed. Karen gasped and jerked as the cock fountained in her tight little grip, flowing over with sperm. Deborah squealed, squirming with pleasure as a second finger brought on her crisis, the first finger feeling her colon spasm with the pleasure spike. ****** Victoria entered the girl's bedroom on the last evening before their return and smiled at the expectant girls. They waited eagerly now; a glow showing on their pretty faces as they thought of all the games their mistress and the Judge had introduced them to. Games like stroking his cock, and being masturbated. They had even used the chamber pot in front of him, and watched him use it to, to then wipe his member clean before licking it into hardness for him. “Tonight,” smiling into their twinkling eyes, “Judge Blackstone is going to give you your massage,” she told them. The girls gasped and looked at each other, their eyes wide with the naughtiness of it all. “He'll touch us?” Deborah asked. “All over?” Karen added excitement tinged with horror. “Hurry along then girls,” she told them, clapping her hands. With a delightful display of coyness and excitement, the two girls allowed themselves to be led down the stairs and towards the back of the house. There, with a tinge of fear, they descended the narrow back stairs once again, arriving as they had before in a room that filled them with dread. “Don't be frightened,” Victoria told them, as she showed them the table that had been erected, a proper massage table with a leather bar under it for the hands to hold, and a hole in the flat surface over which their faces would lie, so you could still breathe and not have your nose squashed. Victoria had both children naked when the Judge walked in, and they blushed prettily with their hands coyly trying to hide themselves. “Will you be doing it naked Sir?” Victoria asked fetching out the oils she had prepared earlier. John knew from previous occasions that the oil in the clear bottle was for general use while that in the green bottle should only be used externally. However, the red rubber squeeze bulb held special oil, one that if squirted into their cunt or anus would itch, inflame, burn and drive them to have anything done to them, so long as it removed the burning sensations. “Who is going to be first?” Victoria asked them, smiling down at both young girls and watching them squirm with suppressed excitement. She loved their smooth flushed skin, Karen's high young breasts and long, coltish thighs. She loved their open and frank stares as they saw the Judge undress, baring to them the huge cock they had recently learnt to hold and caress. “I will, I want to!” Deborah cried, pushing her hand up eagerly for Victoria's attention. John grinned, his cock jerking as he saw he was to massage little Deborah Mellor first. He rubbed his hands; warming them in readiness while his housekeeper helped the girl mount the table, then lie down on her stomach along it, her head in the padded hole at one end. Once she was comfortable, John began. Marsha Hudson had shown him the art of massage many years before. She would often massage him as a prelude to sex and he had asked to learn so he could do the same for her. As a result, he had become a well-practiced masseur, specialising in the arousal of the flesh. Soon, his hands and fingers, oiled from the clear bottle, were sliding smoothly over Deborah's shoulders and back, easing the tension from her neck before continuing downwards. While the massage continued, Victoria drew a hinged panel from the wall. At it's end was a handle that, when turned, slowly lifted the ridged top. “What's that for?” Karen asked, a tinge of nervousness growing in the pit of her stomach. Deborah moaned as the small of her back was massaged and Victoria pulled Karen towards her, then backwards, forcing the startled girl astride the wooden implement. “Don't move,” she warned, bending to turn the handle once again, lifting the top. Karen watched it press into her crotch and whimpered. She moved slightly and gasped as the pressure of the narrow wood between her thighs communicated directly with her pleasure. “Miss!” she gasped, rising to her toes in and effort to lessen the surge of sensation. Victoria turned the handle once more; ensuring Karen would be kept on her toes, and then went to the girl to take her hands. Unaware of her sister's dilemma, Deborah groaned with pleasure as her thighs were gently worked on, John’s hands were moving slowly down to her knees, then up again, massaging the muscles of her thighs. Victoria fastened Karen's arms behind her, and then stood back to admire the young girl, watching her totter on her toes, then pant and gasp as she momentarily settled on the slender ridge, which dug deep into her crotch. “Miss, it hurts!” Karen complained, her voice breathless. Every move she made caused extra contact with the sharp edge. Her shaking only made it worse, and when her toes gave way, a flood of sensations swept up from her groin. Victoria took a rubber ball from her pocket and pushed it firmly into the startled girl's mouth, then returned her attention to watching as the wood on which she was straddled turn colour as her excitement dampened it. “There, that should get you nice and ready for his Lordship,” she smiled. She knew that girls exhausted from continual pleasure were far more able to take his fat cock than others. John now used the oil from the green bottle on Deborah's tight little bottom, groaning to himself as he roughly massaged her. His fingers alternatively pushed together and parted her tight little cheeks, and when he parted them, he reserved a finger to run it down her nether crease, all the way down before touching her anus with a feather-like touch of his finger. Few girls could resist those touches for long and Deborah was no exception. Panting and moaning, she tossed and squirmed, pushing her bottom outwards if he dallied elsewhere too long. He felt sure she could be taken, but shied away from entering her, stepping back instead to tell her to turn onto her back. Now he began to stroke her chest and arms, smiling down at her glowing face and marvelling at her innocent beauty. “Such a little treasure,” he told her, making her glow still more. His hands slid down her chest and belly, dwarfing the little pink nipples that stood from her flat chest. He past her navel and carried on, his eyes never blinking at his oiled fingers came to her smoothly turned pubis and caressed it. She panted, a counterpoint to the snorting sound of her elder sister from the other side of the room. John turned his palm upon her pubis and watched her thighs open for him, stretching apart in mute appeal while her eyes begged him to pleasure her. “That's the way child," he intoned. Using a lever under the table, he lowered the end and adjusted her thighs to bend and stretch outwards placing the nozzle of the special bottle to her anus. With ease, he inserted the nozzle into her little pink rosette and squeezed, flooding her bottom with the warm infusion that would soon have her begging for him to have her. From across the room, Victoria nodded her approval before returning her attention to Karen. The girl was coming along well, snorting and panting into her gag while learning to move her crotch just slightly back and forth along the wood to maximize her pleasure and minimise her pain. Victoria had found that, the higher the beam was, the narrower the distance that provided pleasure, rather than pain. Put it too high and the person astride it only found pain. She turned the handle downward slightly and smiled as Karen sobbed with relief and moved her hips more energetically back and forth on the beam. When she moved back, her wetness gleamed on the wood. Eyes glazed, Deborah tossed her loins on the table, her breath coming quickly in an effort to get enough air. She was burning up inside, a completely different type of burning to her earlier punishment, and yet just as invasive. Unable to control herself, she reached down to rub her little cunt to lessen the maddening sensations deep in her rear. “Stop that, you little tart!” John said, slapping her hands away so she could only whimper and beg with her eyes, pleading with him to do something, anything to relieve her. “Do you want me to thrash your bottom again?” he said, half hoping she would defy him and continue to masturbate. “No, no please, Sir!” she pleaded, a look of sheer terror starting to show on her face as the thought of more punishment crossed her mind. “What do you think?” John asked his housekeeper. Victoria stepped over and raised Deborah's thighs up to her chest to closely examine her bottom. Cupping her sweet cheeks, she placed her thumb to her anal entrance and deftly pushed it in. Deborah's mouth and eyes formed large ovals as her mistresses thumb slipped into her behind, to gauge how hot and accommodating she had become. “Yes, she's ripe,” Victoria agreed, pulling her thumb out slowly and, not for the first time, wishing she had the money and influence to create her own pleasures, rather than help those who did. John was ready. He stepped up to the young girl's crotch, levering the child's legs over his own and, having lifted her bottom to a convenient height, lodged himself against her little pink anus. The child seemed unaware of him, panting breathlessly and staring up with glazed eyes, but that soon changed as he began to use his weight to ease his fat cock into her little bottom. Slowly her eyes lost their glaze and she stared around her. Then, seeing him, she focused on his face, begging him with her expression to stop. That called for one firm push, something to break the last of her resistance, if necessary to tear her anal ring and gain entry into that tight hot little bottom. He surged forward, his body half over her little form, and felt the incredible pleasure on entering her little bottom. Breathless though it was, Deborah's scream still filled the room, turning to tears as the pain of having her bottom filled spread throughout her. Watching was almost as good as doing, Victoria reflected. The Judge, leaning over the child as he pushed his fat cock into her bottom, dwarfed the form of the little girl. Their faces mirrored their feelings, hers showing the agony of his sudden assault while his was turned up towards the heavens, a look of supreme pleasure written all over his face. His fat loins began to move, thrusting back and forth with manic urgency as she screamed all over again. Karen watched and snorted through her nose. Dread settled over her as she realised she'd be next, and yet her body forced her to thrust her loins forward, the wood she sat astride of irritating her poor cunt and yet producing more bursts of pleasure in her loins. She whimpered and looked towards her mistress, but she only smiled coldly, confirming that she'd be next. Victoria reached above her and brought down the very slender willow rod that had been hanging on the wall. It was lovely and slender, so pliant she could draw it round until the tip touched the handle. Smiling at the whimpering child, she reached out to flick the tip expertly back and forth across her inflamed nipple. Karen squealed and danced on the wooden ridge between her thighs, the fiery pain in her nipples offset by the hot and fierce sensations shooting up from her cunt. Victoria laughed and moved the tip of the rod to the other nipple, waiting for the girl to understand before flicking them both. Holding Deborah’s thighs out in front of him, John looked down to watch his cock press more deeply between the young girl's cheeks. Her colon was all around him, clinging smoothly to him. Her anus was a lovely tight ring around him, sliding back and forth along his shaft as he moved. Now her face had a completely new beauty, her eyes wide and pleading, rivers of tears running down her cheeks while sobbing noises came from her mouth. Inundated with pleasure, John cried out and thrust once more, welcoming her little painful yelp as his seed swelled from deep in his balls, rising powerfully through his loins to finally expel, pumped forcefully into her bowls. Pulling Deborah from the table, John grabbed her head and forced the young girl's mouth to his groin, shoving himself into her sobbing mouth in an effort to clean himself before availing himself of the older child. Victoria was getting her ready for him, pulling the sobbing, begging girl to the table and forcing her to lie obediently upon it, warning her what would be in store for her if she didn't obey. John panted, forcing the gagging girl to lick him, his eyes going past her to where Karen was lying back with her crotch hanging over the table edge, her slender young thighs spread to allow him into her cunt. He was stiffening, from the feel of the unwilling girls mouth around him and the sight of Karen doing what she was told. She looked sodden too, her sex swollen and red, gleaming with eagerness. “Open yourself,” Victoria urged, the tip of the rod stroking Karen's flesh in silent warning. Karen wept and reached between her legs, blindly pulling her labia apart, then her flesh until she felt herself stretch open. It may have felt enough to the young girl, but to the Judge who was watching closely, it only just inched her vaginal entrance open, a bright and moist pink that drew him. “More!” he demanded. The rod flicked and Karen screamed as a slender red line appeared on the slight curve of her developing breast. Sobbing hysterically, she pulled at her crotch, ignoring the pain of ripping her hymen as she opened herself for violation. John saw the mouth to her young cunt open and flung the younger girl aside to leap upon the older girl. His cock instinctively found her sex and lodged in the opening, flesh competing to burn each other. Then, with a cry, he was forcing himself into Karen's sex, ripping her fully apart and holding her wailing body still as he began to pump it with his urgent need. Victoria grinned and used the rod on her employer's pale and hairy bottom. Each strike made him cry out and lurch harshly forward, his blood-covered cock pushing inward, forcing himself deep into her quaking body. “Yes, yes, yes!” he cried, strike after strike forcing him to piston the slick young cunt beneath him. Karen, crying and shaking, felt him throb with each thrust into her body. Her cunt responded, clutching at the thick monster that had ruptured her, fierce shads of pleasure shooting deep into her belly, dispelling her tears and her fears. “I'm coming! I'm coming!” The judge announced, his eyes widening with the surprise of reaching his pleasure so quickly. “Not in her!” Victoria warned. Pulling out, John gripped his bloody truncheon and cried out as he came. Seed burst from his cock to splatter the gasping child on the table, adorning her with his pearly substance while allowing her cunt to trickle with her bright virgin blood. “Perfect!” he announced. Due to the remarkable properties of the drugs used by Miss Hall the sisters were returned to there parents after the servitude none the wiser about their ordeals and completely unharmed. Judge Blackstone had once again proved his power, and with luck there would be new opportunities, especially with the help of his wonderful housekeeper Miss Hall, his very dear friend Mrs Hudson and of course Miss Marchant at St Saviour’s orphanage. |