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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 6 ] Cruel Games The following morning, Victoria wandered up to the priory to tell the staff that Abigail would be remaining at the Grange. Abigail’s eagerness to please her, surprised Victoria so much, that she had decided to let the little tart join Jeremy and Hannah in her little harem. When Victoria arrived, Miss Baker was in the office watching over the children who were playing outside, whilst Miss Park taught the others in the classroom. “So! How are they behaving?” Victoria asked as she slowly pulled off her white silk gloves and moved closer to the office window to watch the children playing out in the garden. “Oh! Surprisingly well,” Louisa murmured. “They seem quite agreeable to their morning enemas, and the powerful water jets always make the boy’s cocks stand to attention. We've ignored them of course, as you advised,” Louisa told her. Victoria nodded, as she watched two boys shooting at each other with imaginary guns while a lone girl sat on the swing, humming softly to herself as she looked out over the countryside. “So, they’re behaving themselves,” Victoria said disappointedly. “Amy may have some naughty children in her class, or we could always make things up,” Louisa suggested. Victoria shook her head as she watched Simon approach the priory, his pace slowed by his bad leg, which he protected with a stout walking stick. “Good morning,” Simon said, as Louisa hurriedly curtsied, blushing hotly. “It would seem that they are behaving themselves,” Victoria told him sourly. “Oh! Can't we make something up?” he asked. “No! I want them striving to satisfy me, not constantly afraid I'll pick them on a whim,” she explained. “Ah, mother's ideas,” Simon nodded sagely. “What are we going to do then?” Louisa asked. Victoria bit her lip, turning from the others in an attempt to hide her confusion. She wished that Anne was there to help guide her, but she had elected to stay and look after Abigail, Hannah and Jeremy, who were showing signs of exhaustion, after their long night of abuse. Victoria needed to find her own solution to the problem, and it came to her just when she thought there was nothing to be done. Grinning with her inspiration, she walked across to the cupboard and searched the shelves for the special device that Anne had placed in there some days before, and found it on the bottom self. It looked much like a medieval saddle that the knights of old used and was made of fine leather, with a seat that was far from smooth, and it narrowed in the middle from having half circles cut from its edges. It had a back plate rising from it that was plain and unadorned, and a front plate into which a hole had been drilled. It also had a pair of stirrups, to help the rider keep their momentum and position. “What is it?” Simon asked, taking it from her to turn it over and sit it on the table, the shorter back plate meaning the base plate sloped steeply downwards at one end. Victoria turned it over and placed it on the edge of the table. “It’s a masturbation saddle,” she told them. “The boys have to sit astride the saddle, with their cock’s through the hole,” she told him. “Then they have to ride without slowing or stopping and without spending, for a whole minute,” she told them. She grew breathless at the thought of it; training young boys to last for minutes, if not hours, pumping away vigorously at her, giving her multiple orgasms before finally inundating her with their hot seed. “What about the girls?” Simon asked. “Feel,” Victoria offered, sliding her fingers over the saddle. Simon’s eyes widened as he felt the unforgiving ridges just under the surface of the leather, hidden from casual eyes but would definitely be felt by anyone riding it. “Oh yes,” he breathed, imagining the girl’s riding it and thrusting their little cunt’s back and forth with ever increasing speed. “The girls will have to orgasm at least twice, during their allotted time of five minutes, or they will be whipped. The boys will have to avoid spending during their allotted time of one minute, or they too will be whipped,” Victoria announced. “What are we waiting for? Let’s try it out!” Simon said eagerly. “Girl or a boy?” Louisa asked. “One of the boys!” Victoria told her. Simon frowned, wanting a girl. He kept his silence though, waiting while Miss Baker went out to choose one of the boys, then drag him reluctantly back with her. As the boy was brought in, he bit his lip and timidly knuckled his forehead, his nervousness growing under the intense gaze of his benefactors. “How old are you?” Simon asked, his interest growing now the boy was nearby. “Thirteen Sir,” he answered, his accent as thick as the London smog. “What's your name?” Victoria asked. “William, Miss. My Mum said I was the best carrier in Whitechapel,” he told her proudly. “Well, I've got a sixpence here, that says he can't ride this saddle for longer than a minute,” Simon vowed. “And I say he can. So I'll give him a whole shilling for proving it to me,” Victoria vowed, pulling the shiny coin from her pocket and watching as his eyes lit up. It would take a boy William’s age a whole week to earn that on the streets, carrying for the tradesmen. “Want to try, William?” she whispered, edging him on. “Oh, yes! What have I got to do?” he asked, excitement shinning from his face. “It's very naughty,” she told him, smiling slyly at the boy. “You have to remove all your clothes,” Simon told him. “Then you have to sit on this saddle, with your feet in the stirrups and your cock through the hole,” Miss Baker added. “Then you have to masturbate without spending, for a whole minute,” Victoria explained, pretending it was the most casual thing to do. “Do you think that you could do that, William?” Simon asked him. William looked very nervous, glancing at the three adults as he tried to gauge whether it was a trick or not. “It's not a trick,” Victoria assured him. “A whole shilling if you don’t spend,” she reminded him, holding it up before his large round eyes and grinning playfully at him. “You won't punish me for being rude?” he asked. “No! But I will if you don't,” she warned. “I’ll try then, Sir,” William answered, glancing at the adults, no doubt wondering if it wasn't a just a cruel game they were playing with him. “Shall we place it where it will be easier to mount?” Miss Baker suggested. “It’s designed to fit the punishment horse,” Victoria pointed out. William was bright faced, as he watched the device being placed upon the punishment horse, and held in position by a girth strap that had been passed tightly underneath. Once more, all three adults watched as William timidly removed his clothes to stand naked in front of them, his hands trying to cover his genitals. “Show us your cock, boy!” Simon called. William blushed and drew his hands away, his face burning as three sets of eyes devoured his cock, as it lay, uncircumcised, above his tightly risen little ball sack. Simon looked at his cock excitedly wanting to roughly stroke it into hardness before whipping his handsome bottom. Louisa wanted to make it hard, as hard as it could get, rubbing it harshly, making the skin glow, making it swell and throb and jerk to the lightest touch, no matter what the boy felt. Victoria imagined it rampant, sliding into her cunt, and spreading her anus wide, the steady pumping driving her to ecstasy, going on and on, in and out of her without stopping. “Mount!” Victoria ordered. Moving forward with him, holding his shoulder and feeling his firm young skin under her fingers, she watched him mount the saddle and place his feet in the stirrups, only to start squirming in an effort to find a comfortable position. “Stop that!” Victoria shouted; reaching down to take a firm hold of his cock. “We need you hard,” Victoria said, smiling into his bright face as she roughly pulled his foreskin back. Three pulls and his cock started to harden, the boy licking his lips and burning brightly. The flesh stretched over the core of his cock, dragging the foreskin from the tender tip and exposing the little eye for all to see. “Good boy!” Miss Baker told him. “You have a handsome cock, William,” Victoria whispered in his ear, feeding on his pride to help increase his pleasure. He gazed at her adoringly and leant back, letting her masturbate him into complete stiffness. She stroked it one last time to ensure that he was fully erect and then squeezed his balls to get his attention. “Now remember! You must place your cock through the hole and when the signal is given, slide it back and forth without stopping for a whole minute without spending,” Victoria told him. “Remember! If you spend you will be whipped,” she announced. William’s face was a picture of youthful excitement. Victoria steered his cock through the hole, then licking his lips, he began to ride, doing his best to ignore the rough leather that rubbed against his bottom, distracting him from the task. Those watching licked their lips and masked their rising pleasure as William’s cock was drawn back and forth through the hole at a steady pace that was obviously pleasurable to the boy. Now and then his cock would jerk upwards and swell threateningly, but he didn't spend. Simon counted the seconds on his pocket watch. Thirty seconds went by and William had begun to pant, his eyes glazed as he thrust his arching cock back and forth. Forty, and the boy had taken a double grip of the front plate to help him jerk his cock in and out of the hole. Fifty seconds and they could sense his nearness. “Don't slow down William!” Simon warned. William groaned but kept up the pace, fighting against the constant urge to let his release happen. Louisa stared at William’s handsome cock and imagined it being even more harshly abused. She enjoyed using stiff scrubbing brushes on the children’s genitals during morning ablutions, and rubbing in burning salves, under the pretext of trying to soothe them. “Sixty!” Simon announced disgustedly. “Good boy! Miss Baker announced, smiling at William whose face shone with a fine film of perspiration. “You have earned yourself an extra prize, William,” Victoria said, as she laid her lips gently upon his, savouring the tender kiss. Taking his cock in her hands, she curled her fingers around until her nails bit into the flesh behind its swollen head. William stiffened and cried out, the pain of his mistress’s nails shooting swiftly into his groin and with it came the release he'd been so desperate to prevent. Eyes and mouth hanging wide, he shook with the strange experience of reaching an ejaculation in the middle of pain, every muscle taut as, fed on the agony of having his cock pierced by her nails, his forced release engulfed him. Sperm raced upwards, burning him like never before and he screamed in pain and joy, transfixed on her hand while he came and came and came, a never before experienced pleasure that left him totally empty and breathless afterwards. “Now! Can we try a girl?” Simon asked eagerly. ****** Miss Baker went outside and then returned with the little girl who had been sitting on the swing. As William had done before her, the little girl looked nervously at the strange device. “What’s your name?” Simon asked. “Rose, Sir” she said softly. “How old are you?” Victoria asked her with a smile. “Eleven, Miss” Rose answered. “William has just been showing us how big and strong he is, and he has earned himself a shilling,” Miss Baker told her. “Would you like to earn a shilling? Victoria said, holding out the shiny coin for Rose to see. “Will it hurt, Miss?” Rose asked nervously, glancing at the adults and at William who was still naked and showing signs of his ordeal. Victoria laughed and shook her head, her smile aimed at trying to relax the clearly frightened child. “We have a bet you see,” she explained, pointing to Simon. “I think that girls are better than boys. He thinks otherwise,” she chuckled. Rose squared her shoulders. Everyone knew girls were far better than boys, unless it came to being a bully and fighting of course. “There's a little game we want you to play, and then we can see who played it better; you or William,” Miss Baker explained. “But William’s bigger than me,” Rose said defensively. “Sometimes, bigger isn’t always better,” Victoria told Rose as she knelt before her. Rose considered that and nodded. “What do I have to do?” she asked. “Well! You have to undress,” Victoria said. “But that’s naughty!” Rose mumbled burning brightly when she saw the attention she was getting from the adults. “Naughty or not, you will allow me to undress you!” Victoria told the little tart. Rose obeyed and let Victoria undress her, as Simon gazed adoringly at the girl, moving slightly to one side so his eyes could slide between her thighs and feast upon her sweet little cunt, nestled between pale young thighs. “What a pretty girl,” Simon breathed. Victoria agreed. “Now! You have sit on this saddle with your feet in these stirrups and masturbate for five minutes,” Miss Baker explained. “Can you do that, Rose?” Victoria asked. “I’ll try Miss,” Rose said, as she looked nervously at the strange device, wondering how unearth she was going to stay on it. “Mount!” Victoria ordered. Miss Baker helped Rose to mount the saddle and place her feet in the stirrups, but settling her little bottom down onto the rough saddle, proved much more difficult. “What’s the matter?” Victoria asked, as she began to squirm. “It's making me feel funny, Miss,” Rose said innocently. Her unintentional squirming had altered slightly and her motion was already more front to back and forward again, rather than from side to side. Looking more closely, Victoria and Simon could see that her labia had been drawn apart and the ridges under the leather were now pressing directly on the tender flesh within her cunt, including the fleshy hood of her clitoris. “That's the game! You have to masturbate for a whole five minutes,” Victoria told her. “Like this?” Rose asked, her little mouth hanging open as she rubbed her little bottom back and forth in the saddle, her breath catching as the violent sensations swept up into her loins. “That’s it! Faster,” Victoria urged, as she watched Rose frantically rub her little cunt back and forth on the ribbed saddle. Rose’s growing excitement communicated to them, and they watched with quickly beating hearts as the child stopped riding to sit and shake, having experiencing her first orgasm. Victoria gave her a few moments to gain her breath, and then urged her back into motion with a few hard smacks on her bottom. The second orgasm brought a little squeal from Rose, her body arched to press the front of her cunt deep into the saddle where she shook with bliss, a look of surprised delight on her face. They let her shake, loving the open view they had of such a young girl pleasuring herself, then goaded her to ride once more back and forth, now that the saddle was made slippery with her juices. She whimpered as she neared her third orgasm, fighting to get there against the growing soreness within her cunt, bumping and grinding, sobbing in her efforts, needing it, and yet not achieving it. “Good girl!” Miss Baker said, the minute now over. “We need to inspect you now!” Victoria murmured, her own excitement seeping from her as she helped Louisa to arrange the girl on top of the table, with her legs raised and spread so that her moist little cunt and anus could be examined. Simon looked excitingly at her sore, open and gleaming cunt, which was so prettily displayed between her ivory thighs. The girl’s raw inner flesh excited them just as much as the smallness of her vagina, or the obvious virginity of her anus that now peeked so cutely from between her parted bottom cheeks. Simon spread his hand on her abdomen and, with just his thumb, pulled on her rounded pubis, drawing the flesh up to expose the burning pink tip of her clitoris. Victoria reached out, her finger lying upon the moist entrance to Rose's vagina, her thumb pushing between her bottom cheeks to feel her corrugated anus. Rose gasped and looked between her thighs at them, her body shaking with excitement and fear. “Good Girl! Victoria told her. Rose whimpered, and then smiled. Simon pulled on her flesh a little bit further and Victoria rubbed and pressed, watching her little cunt as she brought on another orgasm, her breath held with her own sudden spark as she watched and felt Rose come under her fingers. Their eyes met across the arched torso of the young girl, the need of both unsaid but well recognised. “Let's just hope that Amy has some naughty children in her class,” Victoria murmured. ****** Miss Parks had been keeping a note of the children’s misbehaviour in a punishment book ever since they had arrived. She recited aloud each entry as she wrote it, and made notes of the child’s reactions. She put stars beside each entry to indicate how severe the punishment should be, and any cockiness earned them more stars. Amy hoped that that Victoria and Simon would punish the children at a set time, and allow Louisa and herself to participate. When Victoria entered the classroom, she drew Miss Park’s aside to explain what she wanted. With a nod of understanding Amy showed her the punishment book, while the children looked on nervously. Despite it only being the first full day at the priory, there were already a half dozen names in the book. With an explanation of what the stars meant, Victoria looked down the list of misdemeanours to see that two children, a girl and a boy, had already got five stars beside their names. “These two!” Victoria said, pointing to the children with five stars. “Heather! Stand up,” Miss Park ordered. A pretty girl of twelve stood up, her tunic stretched so tightly over her little breasts that her nipples were outlined. The arrogance that the girl had shown earlier was now gone, a look of sheer nervousness replacing it. “James! Stand up,” Miss Park ordered. A handsome boy of thirteen stood up, licked his lips and clasping his hands tightly behind his back, hoping that his shaking wouldn't show. Victoria looked at them trying to decide between them. She knew that Simon would prefer the girl, and she fancied the boy, the game with young William having put her in the mood to punish him severely. “Follow me!” Victoria demanded. As they left the classroom, Victoria smiled excitedly as she saw the worried expressions on the other children’s faces. Their turn would soon come she promised herself. The boy and girl looked at each other, then meekly followed, both knowing with deep dread that they had no alternative but to obey. Occasionally, they glanced at each other, each wanting to ask what the other expected, but both too nervous to say anything. They walked in silence, finally crossing the short drawbridge before walking under the gate-tower, then over the neatly mowed lawn to the entrance to the crypt itself. Mr Marks, the butler let them in, idly inquiring if Sir and Madam had had a pleasant visit to the priory. “Oh yes!” Simon said, giving him his scarf. “Please let everyone know that we are not to be disturbed,” he told the old man, reaching into the umbrella stand to pull out a wicked looking cane. With James and Heather nervously watching, he tested it through the air, then passed it to Victoria so he could select another. As Simon tested this one, the children quivered with fright, as they started to realise that they were meant for them. “I'll also need some rope,” Victoria told Simon casually, pushing the two terrorised children forward. “I put some in there the other day,” Simon told her. Licking his lips he gazed avidly at Heather who looked divine with her mouth curled up and with her first tears running down her cheeks. Victoria pushed the children further towards the back of the crypt, and the boy started to weep too, a soft crying that further excited his tormentors. From wood and brick, they moved to the older building where limestone dominated. The stone intimidated the two already frightened children and they pressed up against each other for comfort. They were quickly moved down the steep stairs and into what was the oldest part of the building. The large round stone room had narrow windows set in the stone, the glass coloured in blues, yellows and reds. To add to the dim light, new electric bulbs flickered from the old metal brands, keeping the mood dark and frightening. On the walls were plaques of stone, brass and lead that told of the person buried behind it while, on the floor around the central space, stood stone coffins on which the person's effigy lay, in loving white marble for the women, cold and dark bronze for the men. Both children wept openly as they were pushed into the open space of the room, and Heather turned to throw herself at her mistress’s feet, offering to do anything, to stop her using that wicked looking cane. Victoria, uncoiling a length of rope, knelt to hold the girl's chin and lifted it until they stared at one another, eye to eye. “Now! Remove your clothes. Both of you,” Victoria ordered them. Simon came up behind Victoria and groaned. His hands slid about her waist, pressing into her form through the light silk of her bodice. “Don't they look divine?” Simon asked softly, as he inhaled her scent and drew her back against him so she would feel his erection against her lower back. “I'm going to tie them, face to face,” Victoria told him, wishing she could give in to him, bend forward and invite him to fill her. She pushed the thought aside. He wasn’t going to take her; she was going to take him. Her terms, she kept repeating, remembering her mother's whispered words late at night, after pain and pleasure had left her exhausted. Sniffing and weeping, the children finished undressing and blushed hotly as they straightened, their genitals hidden by their hands. “Oh! This is going to be so good,” Simon breathed, holding one end of the rope in his hand as he approached the now trembling, and sobbing girl. Victoria did the same with the boy, smiling as she softly told him to put his hands on his head. Simon ordered Heather to do the same, and then they were both turned to face each other, so that they could be tied in position. “It’s a shame that you don't appreciate Heather's loveliness,” Simon remarked, noting his flaccid cock. Tying him up, he looked excitedly at the pretty little girl, her breasts now pulled much higher by her raised arms. Her belly had sunk inwards with her stretching and the rise of her pubis was that more notable, by it's smooth curve from between her slender thighs to the apex of her hairless cunt. “We'll have to give him some incentive,” she suggested, gazing at his flaccid cock and imagining all sorts of remedies. With Heather nervous of the rope wrapped about her neck, Victoria pushed her closer to James and reached round her to begin roughly stroking and rubbing her breasts and nipples. With a sob she twisted to escape the touch, then shook as she felt Victoria behind her. “Did you just twist away from me?” she asked, her casual voice dripping with venom. “No, no, I didn't mean to,” Heather blurted, her eyes pleading for the woman to believe her. Victoria used the girl's hair to drag her head back, the smile fixed on her face as she captured her little breasts again; this time to squeeze them while the girl shook and wept. Satisfied, she ran her hand down her back and then between her bottom cheeks to caress the slender lips of her cunt. Heather wept, unable to do anything else but shake. Miss Victoria’s fingers were so knowing, unfurling her, probing and examining, finding out that she wasn’t a virgin. She wailed, knowing that the woman knew that she was well practiced, her mother having taught her at a young age to help with her income. “Well, well,” Victoria laughed. Her thumb eased itself in and out, the girl schooling her anus to remain still and open. “So you’re just a tart,” Victoria chided. Simon grinned and reached down to fondle James’s cock, stroking it in the way he would his own. “Did you hear that James? How do you fancy fucking the little tart?” he asked. James grunted and pulled a face, his cock now beginning to harden with Simon's slow masturbation, driving his breath to quicken. “I can see that we are going to have to broaden your appetites,” he laughed, and with Victoria doing the same, he used the rope to pull them together. “Leave the rope loose about their hips,” Victoria panted. Simon nodded and imagined it; their young loins working against each other, perhaps the girl trying to evade his cock, while the boy just jerked wantonly, both their bottoms and thighs dancing wildly under the canes. In a few moments the children were completely bound together, elbow to elbow keeping their faces together, a winding about their chests forcing her nipples to press into his chest. Knee against knee, hers were placed on the outside of his, while their feet were pushed heel to heel behind each others. They swayed, threatening to fall until Simon looped a final length from their wrists to a hook in the high vaulted ceiling. While he completed the job, Victoria used some other rope as a gag, forcing the broad hemp between their teeth so they couldn't talk to each other. “Shall we let them fuck now?” he asked. Both children were looking deep into each other's eyes, trying to communicate while his cock rubbed up against her sunken belly and she tried squirming to avoid it. “Hold her from behind,” Victoria told him, and then reached between their bodies to grab hold of the boy's cock. Both youngsters squealed into their gags, their eyes still wider as they begged her not to hurt them. Victoria smiled at them, and forced the head of his cock downwards, making him cry out, before it was pushed between her legs. It was Heather's turn to scream and cry now, as she felt the burning wand between her legs. With her knees on the outside of the boy's, she couldn't close her legs, and with Master Simon behind her, squeezing her bottom and pushing her forward, she couldn't escape the probing. She wailed, knowing total defeat as Miss Victoria guided James’s cock into to her. It throbbed and burnt, soliciting an answering throb from her little body, despite her terror. “Now! Be sure she doesn't wriggle,” Victoria warned. She picked up her cane and flexed it in her hands, grinning once more at the terrorised children. Heather, held still by Simon, looked at her and wept. James squealed and shook, his eyes fastened on the cane that he knew would soon be used on his bottom. The cane rose, hesitated, and then flew down, whistling through the air on its way to his defenceless bottom. On landing, it brought a loud howl of pain through his gag and a forward jerk of his loins. His bottom clenched, his loins met those of Heather, driving into her unprepared cunt, forcing her cunt apart and half filling her with his throbbing cock. The bright hot pain of the cane battled with the exquisite feel of Heather's cunt squeezing his cock, working on it in an effort to rid herself of it and, as he relaxed from the cane stroke, so he slid a little out of her, leaving her to pant and cry, her eyes averted from his own. “Bet that was nice?” Simon teased little Heather, as he squeezed and fondling her pert little bottom. “Push your finger in her bottom. She's just a little tart; and will be very accommodating,” Victoria told Simon, her breath now easing from the pleasure of having just struck the boy and driven him into the girl. As Heather squealed, her head thrown back by the slide of Simon's finger deep into her anus, Victoria brought the cane down again, delivering a second harsh blow across the tight cheeks of the boy's bottom, once again driving him into the tight hot cunt of the girl. Her squeal was raised an octave, and she wriggled in her bonds with cock and finger causing a double impalement of her body. James sobbed and panted. The immediate all consuming pain of the cane went quickly, leaving a tingling heat that could be ignored in preference for the feel of his hard cock up her tight cunt. He moaned as he felt himself slip nearly out of her, then suddenly the cane had landed and, with a loud cry into his gag, he was driven into her again, pushed upwards where her cunt then squeezed him. Victoria sucked in her breath, and delivered another searing stroke, loving the boy's reaction, loving the squeal of the girl as his cock shot into her again, loving the fresh line she created that rose and coloured, drops of blood appearing where the lines crossed. Victoria stopped to stroke his lovely bottom, then feeling between his thighs, to slide a finger along his jerking cock to where it was buried in her moist and tight little vagina. “Her anus is lovely and smooth,” Simon said, panting as he looked at his sister and swivelled his finger deep in the young girl's bottom. “Let's change positions,” Victoria suggested. Simon grinned and kissed the sobbing girl's shoulder as he eased his finger from her bottom. He then hurried round to the boy, his breath catching as he saw the welts Victoria's cane had caused. “Oh yes!” he hissed, taking possession of the boy's bottom cheeks to begin tracing the welts and groaning with delight. Heather watched as the two adults walked around them and felt dread flow into her. She began to cry again, shaking her head and looking beseechingly up at Victoria. Victoria smiled and dropped her mouth to lick away the girl’s salty tears, her hand caressing the child's delicious bottom, to feel its smoothness before caning her. “You are going to scream!” she told her. Heather cried miserably, her terror blinding her to the boy's forward thrust as Simon pushed his finger deep into the boy’s anus. Stepping away, Victoria now concentrated on the girl’s lovely little bottom, and then swung the cane. It landed suddenly, cutting deep before springing back, and the girl howled, her body arched against that of the boy. Pelvis pressed to pelvis, boy and girl squirmed and panted, neither sure whether it was going to be pain or pleasure, only sure that they were driven to it, unable to do anything else but work their loins together. Simon’s finger pushed and pulled, never gentle, never still. It drove upwards and pushed the boy's loins forward, sliding his cock into the moist and now prepared channel of the girl's cunt. The cane rose and landed, sculpturing bottom flesh, cutting, lining, forcing the girl to meet the thrusts of the boy, to welcome his cock in preference to the awful pain in her bottom. Victoria and Simon moved around them, watching them, drawing pleasure from their pain and confusion. Simon knelt down to peel their bottom cheeks apart to look at their anuses, and to lick their welts before choosing one finger or two to push deep into their tender rectums. Victoria stroked their welts, then stood back to add to their beauty with further strokes, each one taking her breath, each one communicating directly with her own cunt. Now that their positions had changed, Simon used his left arm to strike across those welts cause by Victoria's right. Even with the rope gags, their howls filled the small crypt while their young bodies danced, jerking and humping as they endeavoured to absorb the pain caused by the caning with their limited ability to fuck. Victoria knelt as Simon had done, to better see the impalement of their bottoms. The boy's jerks, his thrusts of his cock, were with the rhythm of the cane and not of his choosing, and yet his breath told them he was close to coming. Fingering the girl, Victoria loved the way her bottom widened at the touch of her fingers, relaxing and spreading, welcoming her buggery. Sliding her fingers into the child's anus, she could feel his hard cock through the membrane dividing her anus from her vagina, as it pulsed and slid, eagerly wanting. They moved position again, Victoria to James, Simon to Heather. Victoria thrust her fingers deep into his anus and pressed downward on his prostate. The boy's reaction was almost immediate, crying out with unrestrained bliss and jerking forward as he spurted his hot seed into the girl. Simon, unaware of James's spending into Heather's cunt, delivered yet another harsh stroke, this time low, at the base of her bottom, aimed to make her stretch, scream and arch in agony. Heather screamed into her gag and, unable to do anything but hang from her bonds, let her hot urine escape. It splashed over James's cock and flowed down both their legs, bright yellow water that burnt with its heat, spurting uncontrollably while she wept and shook. Sensing both children were done, brother and sister stopped and drew back, both panting with excitement more than excursion. Their eyes met, the two weeping, panting children hanging between them. “I need some relief,” Simon breathed. “Take the boy. I want to see you bugger him,” Victoria answered, her legs trembling at the thought of the boy's tight anus being forced apart. “What will you do?” he asked. Victoria looked at the girl and licked her lips, imagining the taste of her cunt, now rich with the child's urine. The urge to sit on her face filled her with excitement. “Heather! Is going to be my little tart. Aren’t you?” Victoria said with a smile. “Yes! I’ll try Miss!” Heather whimpered. ****** The children were both arranged on burial plinths, the boy sobbing loudly as he was bent over the edge, and tied down sufficiently to be accessible for Simon, yet allowing movement, enough to be exciting. Heather was placed on her back on one the flat plinths, her legs bent to her chest and spread wide, her only bonds being that of the terror that Victoria had instilled upon her should she move out of position. With that threat hanging over her, Heather lay back and listened in dread to James's taking. She was too afraid to turn her head to watch, and just lay they’re on the stone platform, the cold stone a comfort to her sore bottom, listening to the two terrible adults working together to rape the boy. Tears rolled down her cheeks in sympathy as, staring at the vaulted ceiling, she heard Simon grunt and gasp and the boy begin to cry out in ever-louder screams as he was buggered. Their gags having been removed, James’s cries shook through her. She dared to look and turned away quickly. Her eyes open or closed, she relived the one glimpse she'd received, that of Miss Victoria holding his bottom cheeks apart, as Master Simon’s pushed his cock into his tender bottom. The crying went on and on. Heather could imagine it occurring with each thrust. She cried for him, waking from it when her chin was taken and her eyes forced to meet those of Miss Victoria. “Please don't hurt me,” Heather sobbed. “I've given you pain! Now it’s your turn to give me pleasure,” she told the child with a smile. Victoria undid her skirt, knowing that Simon was watching even as he was buggering the boy. She could feel his eyes on her bottom as her skirt was left to drop away, the round cheeks encased in rich silk that cut deep and moulded. “I don't understand Miss,” Heather whimpered, drawing the courage to turn her head and watch Victoria remove her knickers, even with her brother staring at her from a few feet away. Her breath caught as she saw Victoria's cunt, her pubis as bald as hers, her flesh as pink and smooth as her own, if not more so. “You don’t need to understand,” Victoria told the girl, a hint of a smile showing as she climbed up on the plinth beside the prone girl and nimbly swung a leg over her face. “Miss?” Heather groaned, her eyes wide on the woman's flesh, directly above her face. She sobbed, unable to breathe or move as, right above her, her mistress was using her fingers to spread herself. The musk of womanly excitement struck her, and then it was lowering, sliding down with the further parting of her thighs. Heather had one chance to cry out, and then her face was squashed between the hard plinth and the fleshy folds of the woman’s cunt. “No!” she cried out, revolted by the womanly contact. Victoria gasped with delight and leant a little more forward, forcing her clitoris to be pressed against the girl's chin. A strong delight flooded her, and her cunt opened to seep her hot slippery juice. The girl cried out again into her crotch, a lovely cry that vibrated all the way up her belly. Heather's legs tried closing, but Victoria quickly placed her hands on each knee and used her weight to force the knees down, pulling apart the child’s lovely pink little cunt. Like a woman dying of thirst, Victoria dropped her mouth to Heather's bright little slit, licking her flavour and purring with delight at its taste. Her tongue slid through the moist slit, circling round the long shaft of her nubile clitoris before digging deep into her tight little cunt. Each lick brought fresh cries from the girl. Having satisfied herself with the child's flavour, Victoria straightened and then legs spread, ground her cunt down on the girl's face, sobbing with delight as the tender flesh was assaulted. She squirmed and panted on Heather's chin and nose, and shook each time the girl cried out, pressing her cunt or clit directly on the child's open mouth to quiver with delight at the feeling of it. She orgasmed repeatedly, biting her lip and shaking with pleasure, masking her eruptions as much as possible from her brother. That is until at last, she was unable to hold it any longer, and she raised herself an inch or so from the girl's face and, sighing with relief, let her urine gush. It splashed across Heather's face, drowning her cry of anguish. The spray coated her thighs in lovely warmth and, leaning back, she let her brother see it arching out of her to strike and soak the child's little breasts. Simon thrust one last time into the sobbing boy, and with a strangled cry, felt himself explode, his body jerking to the climatic surge of seed surging through his body to erupt into the boy's rectum. On and on he came, staring at his sister pissing over the girl, and staring at the gleaming little cunt he so desperately wanted to ravish. |