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INHERITANCE 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 fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locals or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. [ part 5 ] Abigail Williams It couldn't have been an easy journey from London for these children, but that didn’t concern Victoria, who was just pleased that they had finally arrived. The children stood in two rows, the boys on the left, the girls on the right, and were listening to Simon’s welcoming speech, whilst their new teachers, Miss Baker and Miss Park eagerly made notes of any disobedience. This gave Victoria the perfect opportunity to look them over and to wonder what they would look like naked; their limbs tied wide apart and struggling to cope with the pain and pleasure they were going to have to endure. Victoria could feel all the excitement of this new venture starting to build inside her, and could also see the same thing happening to her brother. But she felt nervousness too, a nervousness that came from having to rely upon others to keep the clandestine activities at Birchwood Grange a secret. What is worth it she wondered? Her eyes wondered along the two rows of children and stopped when she came across a very pretty, but precocious looking little girl. Unlike the others who wore ragged clothes, she looked much better kept and carried a rag doll, something the others looked upon with expressions ranging from scorn to envy. Looking down the list, she read the scribbled notes beside her name and calculated that she must be Abigail Williams. At twelve, she had been made an orphan, when her mother committed suicide rather than face life without her husband, now dead in the trenches. The other children all came from much poorer districts of London and looked as if they’d had a harsh life, but not Abigail Williams, who was acting like a proper little lady. When Simon had finished his welcome speech, Victoria looked directly into their frightened eyes, almost as if she was challenging them to disobey her. “Now listen to me very carefully!” Victoria said. “Here at Birchwood Grange you will be fed, clothed and educated, but mark my words, if you disobey, you will be punished,” she told them, her eyes as cold as ice. “Do you understand?” Victoria asked them sharply. “Yes Miss,” the children chorused. A real sense of excitement started to build inside Victoria as she listened to their nervous reply, and from her knowledge, that due to the sadistic nature of the staff, they didn’t have to disobey, in order to be cruelly punished. “Right! Boys with me, girls with Miss Baker,” Miss Park ordered. As their teachers escorted them into the priory, Simon and Victoria withdrew discreetly upstairs to the special storeroom that Anne had recommended be conveniently built in-between the dormitories and the bathrooms. The storeroom, had six spy holes in total; two on the far wall that looked into each of the dormitories, depending on which you put your eye to, left or right, and four more, two on each wall with the two on the left looking into the boys bathroom, and the two on the other wall, the girls bathroom. They watched as the children were escorted into their dormitories and assigned a sturdy cast iron bed each, which they had to stand at the end of and await further instructions. Just looking at the children and imagining all the things that could and would be happing to them, caused Simon and Victoria to pant with excitement. “Which do you want first, a girl or a boy?” Victoria asked in a hot whisper. Simon had his eye to the girl’s dormitory spy hole and was admiring all their girlish forms. “Oh! A girl of course,” he told her, breathless with excitement. Victoria did too, she decided. The boys would take longer to train, to have them become the perfect slaves to her passions, and able to hold their erections long enough to pleasure her. The girls, from her experience, would do anything to avoid being punished. Through her peep hole, she could see the boy’s undress and put their clothes in a large hamper before stepping obediently back to the end of their bed, covering themselves with their hands before being told sharply to stand to attention again. Their cocks and balls dangled enticingly, some starting to erect from to the cold, some completely hairless, and a few had a splattering of hairs that would have to be pulled out. As they were marched into the bathroom, Victoria’s thighs tightened as she caught of brief glimpse of their handsome little bottoms, as yet unmarked by any punishment. Moving to one of the side peepholes, she tried not to breathe quite so loudly as she listened to Miss Park explain to them just how she intended to ensure that they were clean and healthy. Their little faces soon turned from pale to flushed, then pale again, as they eyed all the fittings and apparatus. Both bathrooms were covered with wall-to-wall white tiling that made them appear much larger than they really were. There were no toilets; only scary looking enema apparatus with long tubes and large nozzles hanging on the back wall, a solid metal beam running lengthwise, and a sloping floor that had several grilled drains. Built into the ceilings, walls and floors of the bathrooms were tiny holes through which powerful jets of warm water was forced, designed to give their genitals a through cleansing. Victoria tore her eyes from the boy’s bathroom and hurried across to the spare peephole on the far wall, licking her lips as she saw the girls being marched into their bathroom, breasts sprouting from some, and all their nipples hard from the cold. Only Abigail welcomed the water, as she was the only one to have been brought up with the luxury of a bathroom. Their frantic squeals fell on deaf ears, as Louisa pulled out any pubic hairs, and then washed and scrubbed their struggling little bodies. Victoria reluctantly took her eyes from the peephole, knowing she'd miss them being pushed over the beam, and the enema solution forced deep into their lovely little bottoms. She slid over to her brother, and ran her hands down his broad back, grinning as he groaned. “They are so lovely, and so trusting!” he breathed. The first girl was taken and pushed over the waiting beam, and once there, Miss Baker made her take a quart of warm soapy solution, and then under the threat of being punished hold it in for a full five minutes before expelling the solution. Simon enjoyed watching them as they desperately tried to avoid being punished, and seeing how their lovely breasts held their shape, even as they were turned over the beam. Victoria knelt and carefully unbuttoned her brother, releasing his stout cock. “They excite you! Don’t they?” she asked. She now held him, and felt underneath for his balls, her delight growing as she felt how large and full they were. “Oh yes! They’re such little tarts!” Simon breathed. They stood under the jets again after their enemas, stroking flesh that looked so smooth and so translucent that he could make out the small blue veins running just under the surface. Victoria’s warm hands slid around his cock and held it still while warm lips slid over the head to gently kiss it, and then moisten it with her tongue. Simon groaned, his breath quickening, as he felt his sister begin to mouth his cock. “What are they doing now?” she asked, removing her mouth from his cock for a moment. “They’re soaping themselves,” he breathed. “Miss Baker has told them to use their fingers to make sure they’re thoroughly clean,” he panted. Right in front of his eyes, the girls were using their soapy fingers between their thighs and bottoms to clean their genitals. The taste of her brother's cock was swallowed and Victoria took more in her mouth, wanting the strong flavour and sucking her breath in through her nose as she imagined the scene. Miss Baker smiled, as she watched the girls’ masturbate themselves, and all under the pretext of keeping themselves clean. Simon gasped and looked away, closing his eyes as Victoria sucked his seed from his cock, and licked until he grew soft again. “Jesus Victoria, when are you going to let me have you?” he demanded. “When I'm ready,” she told him calmly. “Soon,” she admitted when she saw that she hadn't totally satisfied him. “Let's choose a child to entertain us, tonight,” Victoria suggested. “Yes! One of the girls,” Simon breathed. “What about Abigail Williams? It will be most entertaining to watch that precocious little tart being humiliated,” Victoria suggested. Simon smiled excitedly at his sister and nodded his agreement. “Tonight! Abigail will join us for dinner, and then later, she will provide the entertainment,” Victoria promised. ****** Abigail was told that she would be dining at the Grange that evening, just when she was feeling at her lowest, and when even thinking about her mother brought tears to her eyes. She wiped the tears away and spent the rest of the afternoon dreaming about what it would be like up at the Grange, and desperately hoping that Master Simon would become besotted with her, even though she was only twelve. Miss Bishop arrived in plenty of time to prepare Abigail, and had her moved to a private room. As a nurse, Anne preferred the intimacy of a private room, to really enjoy the reactions of her little patients as she unleashed feelings of a sexual nature, sometimes for the very first time. Abigail’s uncontrolled writhing and bucking as Anne slowly massaged the special salves into her skin, indicated that although she liked to act the little lady, she was in fact a little tart, just like all the rest of them. It was a nervously but excited Abigail that sat cuddled next to Miss Bishop in the back seat of the Rolls Royce, as they were driven up to the Grange that evening. “Now! Remember, you are to do exactly as you are told,” Miss Bishop whispered in her ear, as they arrived at the tradesman’s entrance. “Do you understand?” Miss Bishop asked sharply. Yes Miss,” Abigail said, but her excitement was starting to fade now that she knew that she wasn’t going to be arriving at the front door of the Grange, like proper guests do. Thanking Walter the chauffer, Miss Bishop escorted the girl into the kitchen where Agnes Harris, the cook was waiting for them. “Oh dear! You don’t look very happy,” the cook said as she poured the child a glass of special lemonade. “Drink this! It will make you feel better,” Agnes said with a smile. By the time that Abigail was escorted to the dinning room, the child was feeling the effects of the drugged lemonade, and Anne sensed that Victoria and Simon wouldn’t be disappointed with the entertainment after all. ****** The clock in the hall chimed nine and the gentle laughter that had followed one of Simon's anecdotes, gently drifted away leaving a moment of silence. The dinner had been marvellous, with all three adults being able to watch and talk to Abigail, learning more about her whims and ideals, laughing at her childish misconceptions and thinking just how much she had yet to learn. That Abigail was besotted with Master Simon was clear from the first few minutes, when she seemed disinclined to look anywhere else but into his deep blue eyes. He played shamelessly to her, often touching her hand or turning to smile at her, outrageous behaviour for a man and a child anywhere else, but a perfect little appetizer for the entertainment to come. The meal came to an end, and June and Mary served liqueurs under the sharp eyes of the John the butler, while he helped Simon choose and light a cigar. They all retired to the library where a welcoming fire had been lit, and a large screen placed in the corner. Victoria and Simon sat in comfortable armchairs, whilst Anne attended to Jeremy and Hannah who had been allowed to watch through spy holes in the screen. It was Simon’s idea to make them watch and masturbate, so they would be fully aroused, for use later that evening. Mary had been given the responsibility, under the threat of severe punishment of ensuring that they continually masturbated, and was told to take over if the stopped. Meanwhile, Abigail was looking at all the wonderful paintings of horses that hung on the library walls. “Oh! The Grange is so lovely. I wish I could stay here, instead of at the Priory!” Abigail said whimsically, hoping someone would hear her pleads and suggested that she stayed. “The rules are very strict here. You wouldn't like them,” Miss Bishop told her sharply, then slowly sipped her liqueur. “But I might though, mightn't I?” Abigail asked. Miss Bishop slowly sipped her liqueur, letting the moment be drawn out so that Victoria and Simon could enjoy the child’s anxiousness. “No, I don't think so,” she said at last. Abigail looked crestfallen. Her little shoulders slumped and then her head fell, hiding the hot tears that slid from under her eyes to drop onto her lap. There was silence for a few moments as the adults drank in the lovely sight, their hearts hammering as they looked at her, and imagined the rest of the evening, and how entertaining it was going to be. Then, at last, Simon cleared his throat. “Couldn't she at least, be given a chance?” he asked. He sounded so beseeching; it was all Victoria could do not to laugh. “Why don't give her some tests!” he asked plaintively. Abigail, given a straw to cling to, looked up at the two women with new hope, her love for Master Simon growing with all his attempts to help her. He clearly loved her! She thought. Her heart pounded while, in her mind, she vowed she would pass any test and adhere to the rules no matter how strict they were. She would do it for Master Simon, her love, she vowed. “You do realise! If she fails these tests, that she would have to be sent away?” Anne said to Simon, with a sly smile. “Oh! I won't fail. I won't!” Abigail cried. The very thought of being sent away again, having just found a new home, sent feelings of dread through her. Anne smiled at her without humour; and Simon smiled encouragingly at her filling her heart with love. Abigail returned Victoria’s stare and waited, her heart in her mouth. “Alright! Come here,” Victoria ordered. Abigail walked briskly over to stand in front of Victoria, her eyes challenging her new mistress to give a test she couldn’t manage to do. Victoria’s eyes returned her challenge, with the knowledge that she wouldn’t be satisfied with anything less than total obedience from the child. “Are you ready to be tested?” Victoria asked. “Oh! Yes Miss,” Abigail said meekly. Her eyes darting from Master Simon, to Miss Victoria who was smiling for the first time now, her eyes taking a moment to enjoy the girl’s nervousness. “Remove all your clothes!” she told her curtly. Abigail gasped and, her mouth hanging open, turned to look at each of the adults, including her love. He was smiling, encouraging her. She remembered to shut her mouth and turned back to look at Victoria, who sat waiting and calm, no outward sign of her excitement. “What! All of them?” Abigail gasped. “Yes!” Victoria replied curtly. Victoria was dying to have the child tied down and her limbs spread wide for her to ravish. She wanted to straddle the child and smear her young skin with her excitement, then ride her face, feeling her weep into her cunt. She wanted to watch as ever larger implements were forced deep into her tight little cunt and anus, and watch as her orifices were stretched to there limit around them. “Here! In front of you all?” Abigail whispered, her breath leaving her with the pounding of her heart. “Of course!” Victoria chided. “How else are we going to examine you?” she asked. “Examine me?” She squeaked, her eyes looking timidly towards Miss Bishop who was grinning wolfishly back at her. “You See? I said she was too young,” Anne told them disdainfully. Like the flicking of a switch, those words made Abigail jerk as if stung, straightening her back and wiping away the tears that had welled up in her eyes. In silence and near breathlessness, the adults watched her undress, with just moments to admire her little breasts, before she had peeled her dress away, to reveal her girlish cotton knickers that came right up to her belly button. To Victoria, the knickers seemed to be designed to mould tightly into her pubis before settling into the crack of her cunt, and outlining the puffy lips. To Simon, the knickers seemed to be designed to show off her lovely little bottom. Not pausing, Abigail slid the cotton knickers down to stand brazenly in front of them gloriously naked, her hands on her hips, daring them to find fault with her. No one did, as they feasted their eyes on her lovely body and waited for their chance to fondle and stroke it, hoping that she would do or say something they could punish her for, just to take the smirk look off her face. “Come closer!” Victoria snapped. Abigail blushed and bit her lips for a moment, conscious of all their eyes upon her nakedness, and meekly stepped forward. “Now! Place your hands on your head, and ask me to examine you,” she told her as she moved nearer in her seat. “Miss, Please examine me,” she mumbled, her face burning brightly. “Good girl,” Victoria said. Her face stern and impassive, Victoria reached for Abigail’s budding little breasts and caressed them, waking the delicate little nipples and watching the pale smooth skin as it began to glow from within. “Most women and girls like being caressed like this,” she told the child as Abigail began to squirm under her gentle fondling. “But Miss! It's making me feel funny,” Abigail murmured nervously, her hips beginning to jerk each time the arrow like sensations shot down into her groin. Victoria smiled. “Some women and girls also like this,” Victoria said, as her fingers changed from a light squeezing to a rough pinching. Abigail gasped suddenly and rose onto her toes, her body shaking as the cruel pain sank deep into her tender little breasts, and her hands darted from her head to push Miss Victoria’s hands away. “What are you doing?” Victoria asked sharply, her voice dripping with venom. “I, I, didn't mean to,” the child stuttered. “You were hurting me!” she whimpered, her hands frantically trying to soothe her painful breasts and nipples. “Learning to accept pain as well as pleasure, is part of the tests,” Victoria informed her, as she put Abigail’s hands back on her head, and reminded her to keep them there. The child's breasts were nicely marked, the little nipples dark and swollen. Taking them one at a time between thumb and finger, Victoria pulled on them, drawing her breasts outward, then used three fingers to slap at the inner surface, flicking her tender nipples at the same time. Abigail squealed and tossed her upper body about, her hands shooting to her breasts, rubbing them harshly in an effort to rid her of the insinuating heat growing within them. “Keep still!” Victoria spat, her eyes demanding obedience. “I can't! Miss,” Abigail wailed. Abigail rubbed her breasts, even though they no longer hurt, just to feel the warm tingling it sent through her body. It was just like Miss Bishop had made her feel earlier. “Right! If you can’t obey, then you will be punished,” Victoria told her, reaching out to pull her closer. “Oh no, please Miss. I'll be good, please don't hurt me,” she begged. Abigail’s pleading fell on deaf ears as Victoria adjusted her full skirts to allow her legs to part, then steered the child astride one leg, forcing her to sit upon her clothed thigh before then dragging her upper body down and to her side. The position surprised Abigail, pressing her defenceless little cunt into Miss Victoria’s thigh, but also scared her, because it widely parted her bottom, exposing her most secret places to those who watched. She wailed in anguish, burning in embarrassment, then wailed again as she felt her knee, the one between Victoria's legs, lifted and pulled inwards. Victoria closed her legs, holding Abigail's knee against her crotch where her jerks and squirming would communicate directly with her own cunt. Then, with the length of one arm holding Abigail securely bent over, she brought her other hand round to give her lovely little bottom a much-needed spanking. Abigail jumped and squealed, and Victoria purred, arching her back as the child's knee rubbed against her cunt. She delivered another, then another, each one producing another rub of the girl's knee. Another, and Abigail was really shaking, her knee seeming to shiver up against Victoria’s cunt and producing the loveliest of sensations. Victoria reached between Abigail’s bottom cheeks to caress her cunt, a sly grin forming on her lips as she felt a hint of moisture there. Then her hand rose again and delivered two more, each one sponsoring a hard jolt of the girl's little knee into her crotch, flooding her with delight. Then, once more, Victoria lifted her thigh to rub the child’s little cunt even harder. She began a rhythm, two to four slaps, depending on her mood and how hard the child's knee jerked against her flooding cunt, then reaching out to feel the girl's cunt, spreading the moisture while Anne and Simon now crept forward for a better view. The rhythm grew to include a squeezing of her bottom and a touching of her anus, while the child gasped, sobbed and squirmed. Then the hash spanking began again, each fresh spank forced Abigail's knee hard into Victoria's crotch. “Enough,” Victoria panted, pushing her away. Abigail had unknowingly given her an orgasm, and for Victoria to hold her back for another would be ill mannered. “Go to Miss Bishop, and let's see if you can’t perform better for her this time,” she told the weeping girl. Rubbing her bottom, she sobbed fitfully as she stumbled across to the older woman. Her stare made Abigail want to run away, and yet at the same time the exciting feeling between her legs started to get worse. “Miss! Please don't hurt me,” she begged. Miss Bishop smiled, placing her hand behind the child’s head to pull her face down so she could lick away the salty tears and then gently kiss the little quivering lips. “Are you going to obey me?” she asked. Abigail nodded, unable to stop trembling as Miss Bishop’s knowing fingers caressed, squeezed and pinched her, all the while bringing new feelings to her inexperienced little body. “Open your thighs!” Miss Bishop told her sharply. “Wider!” Miss Bishop crooned as Abigail fretfully obeyed. Her breath suddenly lost to her, Abigail panted as she felt her cunt being caressed. The upper edge of her mistresses hand was pushing her labia apart and moving back and forth, a sawing motion that drew her, breathless, onto her toes. Miss Bishop’s fingers and nails now slid along the soft skin of her inner thighs, exciting her just as much as the sawing motion against her cunt had done. “I can feel the little tart getting moist,” Anne told them. “No, please. It's naughty,” Abigail whimpered. The glowing sensation left in her breasts, now matched that in her cunt, drawing them together to make her breathless and weak. “Please! Don’t,” she sobbed, her hips tossing in an effort to rid her of the invading hand. “What's this? Haven't you learnt to be obedient?” Anne said sternly. Abigail swayed, her mouth hanging open in shock and horror and what she'd done. “I didn't mean too,” she gasped, fresh tears beginning to flow down her cheeks. “I’m sorry! I won't do it again, I promise,” she said, spreading her thighs and pushing her pelvis forward in mute appeal. “It’s too late for apologies!” Miss Bishop told her with a sly smile. She took the child by the back of the neck and pushed her struggling and kicking towards the arm of a chair, sweeping her over the back so her face was firmly pressed into the cushion, and her sore bottom was ideally positioned facing the screen. “If you kick me, I will whip you!” Anne warned. Abigail mewed with the terrible choice she had, and obeyed, stopping her struggling. Miss Bishop walked over to the screen to check Jeremy and Hannah, and was pleased to see that they were both masturbating as they had been told, under Mary’s strict supervision. Returning to Abigail, Miss Bishop started to spank her, each slap bringing a sharp little blaze of torment that changed into a hot tingling that invaded her already sore little bottom. Left cheek, right cheek, she continued to spank the child, and then stopped to pull each cheek from its partner exposing the girl’s cunt and anus to all who watched. Soon, the rioting invasion of sensations made Abigail forget being so exposed. Panting, sobbing and squealing, she jumped and struggled, the burning growing and growing, the pain even more than she could have possibly have imagined. Spank followed spank, and when they stopped and her bottom cheeks were parted, she was just thankful for the respite, and let them look between, sobbing into the cushion as she realised it was the better of the two options. Then the spanking would start up again and she'd wail and wriggle and hope she would stop to look between her bottom cheeks again. For a moment she didn't realise her spanking had stopped. She kept squirming, just in case, for a few moments on, then dared stop to lift her head and look up at the woman. Hands on her hips, Miss Bishop looked at her. “That was a mild spanking by my normal standards,” she told Abigail, making sure that she understood. Clearly, by the way Abigail swallowed and looked meekly up at her, she did. “So I hope that will be more obedient now,” Miss Bishop told her. Abigail nodded. Whatever they wanted, she would do, just to protect her sore little bottom from any further punishment she thought, as she slowly stood up and waited. “Go and stand on the rug,” she was told. Biting her lip to stop her crying, she did as she was told, blushing hotly when Anne told her how well she was doing, and what a really good little girl she was. “Now! Open you thighs,” Miss Bishop ordered her. Still clutching at her bottom, she felt the way her cunt lips gaped and how the air passing over the long sheaf of her clitty made her tingle outside, as well as inside. “See how large her clitoris has grown,” Anne remarked to the others. Abigail hid her burning face and shook, feeling how distorted she'd become down there. “Show us your face girl,” Victoria snapped. Abigail raised it, weeping softly and uncontrollably as they all looked at her. “Now! Go to Master Simon, and ask him to examine you,” Victoria told her. Her sobbing growing worse as she approached him, Abigail attempted to pull herself together; stopping just as she got to Master Simon and spreading her thighs wide, asked him to examine her. With an intent look on his face, Simon reached forward and slid his open hand between her thighs. His fingers idly curled to caress her, watching her reaction as he touched her cunt, possibly the first man to do so. Her startled gasp and struggles, and the feel of her labia hanging between her thighs, was exciting. Sliding his fingers forward, he met with the long shaft of her clitoris and smiled as his idle stroking made her pant and quiver, her crying slowly starting to disappear. “That's a large pleasure button for such a little tart,” he observed, chuckling when she blushed hotly. “Do you play with it?” he asked. Simon’s fingers slid down each side of it, the sensations taking her breath away to leave her panting and shaking. She shook her head. “Are you sure?” he asked. “It’s far to big, to have never been played with,” Simon said as he pinched it between his fingers. Abigail began to cry, her weeping shaking her body. Her hands abandoned her blazing bottom to cup her face, and hide herself from the horrible people who were now uncovering all her little secrets one by one. “Have you been lying to us?” Simon said teasingly. His fingers trailed back, beyond the bulb of her clitty, and tickled the little moist entrance to her cunt, knowing by instinct that she was a virgin, the membrane quivering in anxiety as his finger lodged in the tight entrance to her cunt. She sensed it too, the vulnerability of her cunt. She tottered on her toes, reaching up away from the finger, panting as it followed her upwards. “Please, you're hurting me!” she cried. “My examination, also includes the inside,” he told her. Her little cunt was vice tight, clenching around his fingertip while her crying grew. “Come on them, let me see your expression as I take it,” he panted, trying to get deeper. Abigail fell backwards, off his finger, and rushed towards the door. Abigail never saw Anne’s foot edge out, only felt it as she stubbed her toes, a moment later falling flat on the carpet, squealing with the last of her breath. ****** Abigail came round still on the floor, but on her back, the polished wood cold against her shoulder blades, her bottom and back lifted by a cushion she could feel, but not see. She tried moving, immediately seeing Miss Bishop and Miss Victoria standing either side of her, both grinning down at her as they held her arms down with one hand, and slowly raised her legs with their other. “What?” Abigail asked, confused, frightened and very embarrassed. Simon appeared and smiled down at her from between her raised and parted legs. His shirt already removed, he smiled as he watched her eyes glance down to his hands, his fingers busy with his buttons. “What's he going to do?” Abigail asked, already beginning to cry. Deep down she knew. She'd heard of such things, whispered by her parents when they didn't think her listening. “Right! Let's get her bottom higher,” Anne was saying. Two cushions were pushed beneath her bottom and her thighs pulled up closer to her chest. Hot tears slid down her face as she shook from side to side, as her Master Simon who was naked, stepped closer, and grinned as he held his large cock in his hand. “Please,” Abigail cried, looking hopefully at each of the women. “Struggle all you want my girl! But if you try to escape again, then that lovely little bottom of yours, will be whipped,” Anne whispered. “Do you understand? Victoria asked. Abigail nodded, finding she could move quite a bit before they pushed her down again. Thinking she might succeed, she tried harder, pushing and pulling, rocking side to side, trying to bite the arms that held her or kick the faces of their owners. Simon's excitement flared to new levels as he saw Abigail defiantly trying to fight her captors. She looked three times more glorious, twisting and squealing, tossing and turning, her cunt blinking open and closed with her efforts. Dropping to his knees, he sandwiched his rampant cock between their two bodies. The feel of her skin made his cock pulse with excitement, dribbling onto her belly while she screamed. Her heels kicked him uselessly against his thighs as he slid about on her, working breathlessly to find the tight entrance to her little cunt. Abigail fought as she cried, screaming breathlessly in a final effort to stave off the inevitable. The ladies drew back to watch, their faces glowing with anticipated excitement. Simon had possession of the child now, his hands around her wrists, and his loins firmly between her thighs. She could struggle all she wished, he would have her in the end. They watched his loins lift and drop, searching for her little cunt, while his eyes feasted on her expression and her soft little breasts. Slowly, teasingly slowly, her fighting started to slow with her near exhaustion, and then all of a sudden, his cock lodged in the hollow of the tart’s little cunt and, with hardly a pause, Simon pushed it downwards. Watching the bliss on her brother's face, the look so akin to agony, Victoria pulled her skirts up and drew her legs apart, watching his face as she bared her lower body to him. There was a whole new excitement to showing her body to her brother as he ravished little Abigail, a total innocent. She loved to hear the child’s cries as he forced himself deeper, each powerful thrust causing her to squeal and struggle uncontrollably beneath him. Victoria framed her cunt, stroking it and letting her brother watch. Simon sobbed. His cock was in a burning vice, her virgin blood adding little in the way of lubrication, but a lot of visual excitement. His cock, his balls, his wiry pubes and the top of his thighs were all covered in the girl's rich virgin blood, a sight to savour each time he rose from the little pink cunt below him. Yet, his sister sat with her legs apart just feet away, her hands framing her shorn cunt, thumbs stroking the exposed flaps of inner lips, gentle pressure teasing the lips apart to expose bright inner flesh he yearned to taste and touch. His bottom rose and fell in short powerful jerks, each thrust making Abigail’s little thighs jerk upwards on either side of him. Abigail's weeping contrasted with his grunts as he worked to get all of his cock into her little cunt, each thrust opening her that little bit further, each thrust bringing a fresh little cry from the weeping girl. He worked automatically, keeping his thoughts from what he was doing lest it bring him off prematurely. It was Victoria who finished it. Spilling her dew over her fingers, she reached out and smeared the wetness across her brother's mouth to then watch him lick it while looking down at her cunt. His eyes touched her, and she parted her folds to let him look directly on the opening to her body. His cry brought her off again, his cry, and the deep thrusts he made into little Abigail's body, coming with powerful shots of sperm while the little girl screamed. “Good girl,” Anne said, reaching for his blood coated cock as he drew up off the weeping girl. She stroked it, her eyes sliding past it to admire the little cunt it had come from. “Oh God, you have no idea! This little tart’s cunt squeezed my cock every time she sobbed!” he gasped. Simon’s seed dribbled from her little cunt. Stained with her virgin blood, it made a thick pool on the cushion beneath her. “You'll obey next time, won't you Abigail?” Anne asked softly as she lay down beside the weeping child to try and soothe her. Abigail cried even harder now as she suddenly realised there was to be a next time. “Take her to my room and clean her up, she will be staying here at the Grange tonight,” Victoria told Anne, her excitement indicating that it was going to be a long night of pleasuring her mistress for little Abigail Williams. It was also going to be a long night for Jeremy who had been sent to Anne’s room, and for Hannah who had been sent to Simon’s room, their genitals aroused from all the masturbation, and ready to satisfy them through to the early hours of the morning. |