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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 7 ] Cruel Retribution Simon was livid with rage when he heard that two of the children up at the Priory, a boy and a girl, had escaped. That they had stopped off in the kitchen to steal some meat, bread and cheese didn't help his temper and everyone, including Victoria, kept out of his way. Victoria kept her concerns hidden, remaining outwardly calm while her brother paced up and down the library vowing to reap revenge upon the little runaways. Anne shrugged off Simon’s concerns and sat close to Victoria, ready to lend support should it be needed. Victoria just prayed that the children hadn’t gone straight to the authorities. Their harsh punishments might well be dismissed, but their daily sexual and physical abuse may not be quite so easily explained. Walter the chauffer had been sent out in the Rolls Royce in the hope that he might find them, and stable boys were given mounts and urged to scour the countryside for any sight of the two children. Throughout the morning, Victoria, Anne and Simon waited tensely for word of their return; time not lessening their worries or concerns. By mid afternoon, Simon had bitten his nails to the quick and looked exhausted, while Victoria remained in her seat, continuing to sew and yet looking pale and remote. Finally, a little after four-o-clock that afternoon Walter drove into the forecourt of the Grange. The meek looking children were removed from the Rolls Royce and quickly ushered into the hall by the butler. Simon rushed to the door, the look on his face threatening immediate punishment, when Victoria's voice cut through him, halting him in his tracks. “We must do this slowly! Let’s savour their punishment, and not rush it,” Victoria suggested when he seemed about to disregard her advice. Simon glanced towards Anne and saw her smile. “Victoria’s right! They deserve a special punishment,” Anne said, her smile now brimming. “You have something in mind?” he asked, his hand still on the door of the library while, outside in the hall, the two weeping children were told to stand still and wait there. “Oh yes! There are all those devices your ancestors used to use in the Long Room,” Anne reminded them. “I've been reading all about tribal practices in North West Africa,” Victoria told Simon. “They mutilate their female children’s genitals quite severely,” she said with a smile, waving her sewing needle at him. “Jesus!” Simon gasped; shaking with the thought of what Victoria was planning for the little girl. Her smile excited him nearly as much as all the ideas forming in his mind, his cock now awaking from the shrunken state it had been for most of the day. Victoria strode passed Simon and out into the hall to confront the children with Simon and Anne following close behind. The boy, Paul Herbert, was a handsome lad of thirteen who was trying his best to control himself. However, the warnings of everyone he had met since being caught overwhelmed him, and his imagination did the rest, lifting his nervousness to near terror. The girl was called Muriel Bennett. Although only eleven, she'd begun developing early and her little breasts were already quite prominent, although clearly still adolescent shaped. With curls around a round face, her eyes were big and round, swimming in tears as she looked up nervously at the adults around her. “We only went for a picnic,” Muriel stuttered. “Did you talk to anyone?” Victoria asked sternly. “No, honest,” Muriel wailed, clutching at Paul in the hope that he'd protect her. “You have both been very naughty,” Victoria told them as the relief that they had not talked to anyone started to sink in. “We didn't mean to, honest,” Paul told her. “We just wanted to be alone,” he murmured, blushing brightly. “Alone! So you could fuck her?” Simon suggested. The boy blushed brightly while the little girl fluttered her eyelids and looked away, her cheeks glowing. “Well! Did you fuck her?” Simon snarled. “Yes Sir!” Paul whispered, making Muriel whimper with fear. “Disgusting! You both deserve to be severely punished,” Anne said, her smile showing no warmth. “Punished?” Muriel gasped. “Yes!” Victoria smiled, her smile even colder than Miss Bishop’s. “You have caused us all a great deal of worry, and now you are going to pay dearly for your actions,” Victoria told them. “Take them to the Long Room,” she ordered John and Walter. As they were dragged away by Walter and John, both the children were crying fitfully and struggling. Simon came forward and licked his lips. “As soon as the boy is restrained, I'll thrash his bottom, and then bugger him!” he announced. Victoria cleared her throat and licked her lips, her heart hammering at the thought of what she intended. “You will do no such thing,” she told him. “I have plans for these tarts, and that will only happen if you doing as I say,” she told him firmly. “Victoria!” he gasped, his ego punctured by his sister. “Oh, don't worry. I'll see to it that you have both of them at least once,” she said. “But you must do it my way! Do you agree?” Victoria teased. Simon bit his lip for a moment, put out by his sister’s domineering streak. Yet Simon had always been amazed by Victoria’s imagination and versatility, so he nodded, agreeing to do it her way. Relieved that her brother had agreed so willingly and buoyed still further by the sly smile Anne had given her as she'd turned from her brother, Victoria marched into the Long room. John and Walter were there, each holding a forlorn looking child in front of them while, along one side of the long room stood the array of devices that their ancestors had collected over the years. Miss Parks was also there, representing the Priory, her arms crossed across her stout breasts and waiting patiently for the entertainment to begin. “Let them go! I want them to undress,” Victoria ordered the men. “I think they’ll run before they do that Miss,” Walter warned. Victoria shook her head, her eyes turned towards the children. “If you do, then your punishment will be much worse,” she replied. Muriel started to cry again, a deep racking sob that had every one of them looking, and dreaming of ravishing her. For a few long moments the only sound in the room, was her deep and uncontrolled weeping. “Now Undress!” Victoria told them, her voice brooking no argument. With fresh wails of anguish, Muriel obeyed the order, tears pouring down her face as she started to remove her clothes, fumbling with the buttons and trembling like a leaf. She was still only half undressed when Paul had finished and was standing beside her, his cock a shrunken and pale blob protruding only slightly from over his balls. “Hurry girl! Or I will add an extra punishment for your tardiness,” Victoria ordered. Sobbing her heart out, Muriel removed her last piece of clothing, a simple shift that hid her nudity. The men behind groaned at seeing her naked, their pleasure showing in their trousers. Pale skinned, the girl looked delicious with her little hairless cunt and breasts that rose smoothly from her chest, two cones tipped with the prettiest of nipples. Victoria just knew that when Muriel turned, she would present them with a little bottom that just cried out to be punished severely. “Place her on the barrel,” Victoria told the men. “No! No, please!” Muriel screeched. She tried squirming, but they gripped her tightly and set off with her between them, dragging her kicking and squealing to the large, four feet in diameter barrel that lay on its side further down the room. A metal pole had been placed through its centre with a handle at one end that allowed an operator to turn it. Around its well polished outside were open cuffs, and Muriel was attached to these, using a set that stretched her limbs and forced her back to bend along with the barrel. Anne turned the handle until the still weeping, still begging little girl was rotated until she was lying along its top, her thighs spread apart and her delicious little cunt nicely presented. “Any sperm left in her cunt Simon?” Victoria asked. Simon stepped eagerly forward and looked closely, carefully thumbing the small inner lips apart to reveal a pouting cunt, still gleaming with the milky residue of Paul’s fucking when Walter surprised them. Muriel wailed with the realisation that he could see the sperm from Paul’s spending; the inner walls of a cunt now tender from the young boys frenzied fucking, which he’d continued even when she had begged him to stop. Grinning, Simon slid his finger deep into the girl’s vagina, as the others stepped closer to watch him withdraw it, thick with the young boy’s sperm. “Let her taste it,” Victoria called. Simon walked round the barrel while Anne turned it, bringing her head level. With a mean grin, he pushed his finger into the sobbing girl's mouth; pushing it around her struggling mouth until he was satisfied that he had left a coating. “The little tart doesn't seem to know about sperm, does she Simon?” Victoria asked. “No! I don't think she's ever tasted it, let alone enjoyed it,” he answered. Victoria hummed and looked at each of the men, sensing their new alertness as they waited for her to say something. “Shall we educate her?” she asked. With a feral grin, Simon undid his trousers and presented his erect cock, to his sister and the girl. With a grin, Victoria went to her brother and kissed him, her hand taking possession of his cock to feel it throb wantonly. She then turned and knelt to bring her face up close to the weeping girl. “It’s a real shame! Miss Baker tells me that she has caught the other children at the Priory playing the sucking game,” she told her, reaching out to grip Muriel’s chin to stop her head shaking. Muriel wept with new strength, her arched body shaking uncontrollably in her bonds. With a hand holding Muriel by her chin, and her other hand holding Simon by his cock, Victoria brought the two together and watched with delight as Simon thrust harshly into the child's mouth and gasped with delight, ignoring her choking scream. “That's it! Fuck the little tart’s mouth!” she cried, watching from only inches away as her brother’s cock was shoved back and forth, his grunts drowned by Muriel’s choking. “Oh God! I'm coming, I'm coming!” Simon gasped; his eyes wide and staring as he jerked one more time, then shook with the pressure of his powerful spend. Victoria held Muriel's nose and chin, forcing the girl to swallow before being able to breathe again, then drew away with her brother to watch her cough, splutter and weep. “Do you think she’s learnt anything yet?” she asked. Simon shook his head and stepped back to pat Walter on the back. The man looked like it was his birthday and Christmas all at the same time, stepping forward into a dream while he fumbled with the buttons of his thick tweed trousers. In his late forties, he blushed as Victoria reached forward to help him, a genuine smile on her lips as she reached in to fondle the short stout cock that she found within. Reverently she drew it out, half conscious of his shortening breath as she drew back the foreskin and finished the hardening process for him. “Go on! Step up and fuck her mouth,” she told him. “Let this be your reward for capturing her,” Simon told him. Walter shuffled forward to the girl bent over the barrel, then pushed himself into her squealing girl’s mouth and held his cock there while he looked down at the girl's cunt, framed between her widely parted thighs just in front of him. His thrusts were like his cock; short. And while he jerked back and forth and she sobbed and spluttered, his hands ran over her thighs, finally daring to touch her moist labia and gaze adoringly at the bright and sore little mouth to her cunt. With a strangled cry, he came in Muriel's mouth, jerking forward with each spurt, ignoring her choking sounds as he delivered a lifetime of seed into her mouth. Victoria watched Muriel swallow and grinned. “Learning! Aren't you my pet?” she chuckled. Muriel begging eyes turned towards Miss Victoria and continued to weep. Victoria waved John forward. “No need to go easy on her John,” she told him as he approached, his broad belt already undone. “Whatever you say Miss,” the butler replied, dignified, even as he opened his dark trousers and let his long cock spring out, his flesh circumcised so that a bulbous head was created that seemed to glow and swell as it neared the weeping girl's face. Anne turned the barrel slightly to lift Muriel to the taller man's height, then watched with as much interest as the others as he took a firm grip on her thrashing head, then firmly thrust himself into her unwilling mouth. With a muffled squeal from the crying girl, John forced the head of his cock into her mouth, but then thrust again, still holding her head as he pushed his cock further into his mouth, forcing her to take the whole bulbous head down her throat. The child retched and coughed, spluttered and then took deep breaths of air. Then, as John stepped once more up to her, she screamed and thrashed, trying hard to evade what she knew he was going to do to her. The audience was enthralled as, calmly; John took her twisting head again and, steadying it, pushed his cock head into her mouth. The veins of his hands stood out as he forced her jaw to stay open and her head still, then he was pushing inwards, not a hard and sudden thrust, but a slow and controlled slide that brought a wail from the girl, and only broke off as his cock slid into her throat and closed off her air passage. Once more he held himself there, his head flung back and a look of delight on his face while, in front of him, Muriel thrashed in her bonds, kicking and jerking wildly as her need for air grew and grew. Unconsciously, Simon held his breath as the cock slid inwards, and found he needed another, well before John slid outwards. A line of drool linked them as Muriel retched and coughed again, sobbing her heart out as she fought for her breath. Her eyes begged Miss Victoria not to put her through any more, but she just smiled and nodded to the butler. They crowded round to watch the detail, enthralled by the slow slide of the long cock passed her lips. Even Paul reacted, his cock starting to erect as the butler's loins met Muriel's stretched mouth. He imagined he could see the outline of the butler’s cock in Muriel's neck; more certain of it when he gasped and shook and the bulge in her throat seemed to swell with the rhythm of his jerking. Some time, amid his pleasure, Muriel had stopped her fighting and had gone limp. John, now sated, slid away and punched her chest, between her breasts, and the girl suddenly coughed and spluttered, once more fighting for breath and weeping with terror. ****** Paul's handsome cock started to go limp as Victoria and Simon turned their attention towards him. The ideas for his punishment were being measured against the various devices found around the room, a cruel testament to the evil pleasures of their ancestors. Quivering and weak kneed, he wanted to be brave, but he couldn't. He whimpered, and would have collapsed had it not been for the men being there to take his arms. None the less, he felt the warm river of his waters travelling down his thighs and he began to weep. “What a lovely sight,” Victoria said, as she watched his cock dribble the last of his water down his thighs. “We should consider suspending them both upside down! I'd really enjoy seeing their waters flow over their bodies,” she admitted. Simon laughed and licked his lips. “What do you plan for the boy?” he asked. “The Frame,” she told him. The frame was a large wooden frame that took the shape of the letter A. It stood over ten feet tall and leant against the back wall at a convenient angle for someone to lie on it. The cross beam could be adjusted up or down the frame and had a number of holes drilled in it. Weeping and blubbering and begging them not to hurt him, Paul had to be dragged towards the frame. Victoria had inverted the restraining straps so they were on the underside of the frame, rather than its upper side. “I want him to hang from the frame,” she explained with a grin to the perplexed men. With polite shrugs, they drew the boy under it and drew his wrists up, strapping them into the leather cuffs that hung from near the top of it. Then, taking an ankle each, they pulled the boy off the floor to secure each foot to another cuff placed just off the floor at the base of the large frame. Stretched by the upper and lower cuffs, the boy didn't hang that far down, but he was bowed. Satisfied, Victoria took a firm hold of Paul’s cock and, ignoring the oily wetness that coated its tip began roughly caressing it, smiling as she brought it back to life again. Then, going behind him, she pushed his sagging body forward, sliding his cock through one of the holes in the cross beam, fitted a broad ring over it. All of a sudden Paul was now alert, his eyes wide and staring as, panting in terror, his struggling causing sharp pains to shoot through his cock. “That's right! Paul,” Victoria said with a smile. “This ring has tiny pins within it. You will be able to move your cock forwards without any pain, but if you try to withdraw it, the tiny spikes are designed to pierce your cock,” she explained. “Please Miss!” he panted, the muscles of his arms and legs starting to work overtime as he tried keeping himself from falling back, an act that would have the sharp little pins digging even deeper into his cock. Victoria selected two cruel looking bullwhips that had been spit into two at their ends from the array of punishment implements hanging on the wall, and passed one to her brother, the other to Miss Parks. Seeing their sadistic smiles, Paul felt his cock start to dwindle again and, hoping that would let him slide smoothly from the ring, relaxed his limbs. A knifing pain made him cry out and stiffen his limbs, then pant in horror. There was no escape! Miss Parks and Simon agreed on sides and walked calmly to each side of him, watching the boy and admiring the play of lean young muscle under his smooth flesh as he endeavoured to keep his cock from being stabbed any further. The rest watched, licking their lips and trying to imagine the pain and awkwardness the boy was in. His whipping began, Amy laying on the first, her face expressing the effort she put into making sure the bullwhip landed firmly across his tight young bottom. Paul cried out, stiffening as he unintentionally pushed his cock further into the spiked ring. Then, before he could react, Simon had laid another stroke across his bottom from the other side, and the boy squealed, his head flung back as one type of pain fought with the other for supremacy. Enthralled, Walter and John watched in silence as they took turns to lay their bullwhips across his bottom and thighs, each stroke being painful enough to make Paul weep and squeal, and every jerk bringing fresh puncture wounds to his cock, sometimes bad enough to tear at the tender flesh. He was soon wailing all the time, his arms and legs shaking with fatigue, his bottom and thighs striped with the broad red welts the bullwhips quickly produced. Blood trickled from under the ring and slid down the underside of his cock to trickle over his balls. His shaking caused the odd drops of blood to fall to the floor, yet Simon and Amy continued grinning with sadistic pleasure as they aimed for previously hit flesh, brightening and tenderising his bottom and thighs while causing still more damage to his cock. Satisfied, Victoria held her hand up for them to stop, then stepped forward to unclasp the ring, removing it to let everyone see how the little pins had repeatedly pierced and sometimes torn him, leaving his cock a mass of bloody cuts and scrapes. “What now?” Simon asked eagerly. “Leave the boy to reflect upon his actions, and bring the girl over to the Chair,” Victoria told him. ****** The Chair was called the chair purely because of its basic task, and its basic ingredients, was all the same. It had four legs, although they angled outwards much further than a normal chair, giving it the extra stability it needed. It also had a seat, although it was far leaner than a normal seat so that the pennant’s bottom would overhang it, irrespective of how it was sat upon. There was a back to it that could be reclined and angled ever further back, and arm rests, although they seemed strange to look at as they had been moulded more for resting the back of the knees against than for arms or hands. While Anne went off to get the equipment Victoria would need, the men untied Muriel and pushed her towards the chair. Their pushing soon turned to pulling once Muriel saw that she was to be restrained again and her screeches filled the room as they pushed her into the chair and began attaching the leather straps that would hold her in position. A strap was placed across the brow of her head and another making her choke is it was fastened around her neck. Another broader strap went around her waist and her kicking feet were lifted up, her knees bent toward her chest before her ankles were fastened to what looked like arm rests. Short straps restrained her wrists while giving her some ability to move, and another set of straps were tied to her knees, to prevent her from bringing them together. When finished, the girl was reclining backwards panting heavily, her eyes wide and wild, her thighs lifted and spread wide, her bottom and genitals totally exposed. She struggled against the straps until she realised that she could do nothing to stop them, and began to cry again. “What are you going to do?” Simon asked excitedly. Anne answered his question by returning to the chair with a leather holdall. Within, were over a dozen small stainless steel tools. They looked medical, but they also looked intimidating and very painful. Muriel strained to see what was planned for her and struggled as the gleaming objects were brought out and placed more easily to hand next to the chair. Pleading not to be hurt, Muriel turning to each person in turn trying to find at least one person who would protect her. Victoria sat directly in front of the child’s widely spread thighs, and started to roughly caress her cunt and anus to assess how firm and tender the flesh was, and how resilient and how pliable it would become. Muriel cried and shook, her wrists growing raw as she struggled. “Did you know, that there are mothers in North West Africa who, as soon as their daughter’s reach puberty have their labia and clitoris surgically removed and their vaginas sewn up leaving just a small hole?” Victoria asked. The men gulped and shook, imagining the barbaric act, their cock’s hardened with the very thought of fucking the child just before her vagina was sown up. “Is that what you plan now?” Simon asked in awe. “Of course not! What would be the point of removing or dulling the sensations rising from the tarts lovely little cunt?” Victoria asked. She would prefer to heighten the sensations and her thoughts turned to another type of medical procedure that she had read about. With a tool looking similar to a crochet hook, Victoria hooked the tip of Muriel's clitoris hood and drew it back, exposing the little gleaming head of her clitoris. She could cut back the hood of her clitoris so the sliver of tender flesh was exposed, so Muriel would always be in a constant state of arousal. With the girl always moist, always inflamed, she would make a lovely addition to her harem. The child was shaking now, her mouth hanging wide open as she panted, pleasurable sensations surging up from her cunt, yet tense with the knowledge that, at any moment, that intense pleasure could turn to horrific pain. Victoria smiled knowingly and, releasing the little clit hood, put the hook to one side and picked up another tool, its aim clearly to inflict pain. Simon had seen tools like it before, but its home was more that of a cobbler or shoemaker, the little spiked wheel at the end of a handle more suited to decorating leather. Anne, seeing it, thought it was a spur from a cowboy's boot. Muriel, intent on seeing what items were picked up, began to pant and squeal, once more struggling to get away as she sensed it about to be used on her. Victoria reached between Muriel's thighs to run the spiked wheel over her breasts first. As she drew it along her firm young skin, it left a trail, each pinprick puncture a perfect quarter of an inch apart. She ran it vertically down each little cone of a breast, missing the nipple by inches and creating a lovely pattern of wounds that they all could admire. She then drew it across her chest, running it over each breast in turn, first above Muriel's hard little nipples, then below. Finally, wetting herself with her pleasure, she drew the wheel over them, returning to do it twice when the nipple itself managed to miss one of the pointed spikes. Muriel's screams were lost with her breath. She cried and whimpered, both growing each time the wheel travelled along her body, filling her with pain while decorating her skin with the line of pinholes. From her breasts, Victoria moved to her thighs, bringing new frantic struggles from the child as each run of the wheel between her widely parted bottom brought it closer and closer to her defenceless little cunt and anus. The spiked wheel travelled down each thigh with enough pressure to pierce and bring blood to the pinhole wound. It then ran along the inner curve of her bottom, bringing breath-catching gasps from the girl as it passed her knotted anus. Then, with everyone attentive, she moved down each rounded outer labia. Muriel was tense in her bonds, her head flung back as she issued a screeching cry of pain. Victoria slid it on downwards, bordering the young girl's cunt to then pass directly over her anus. Again, she flung herself tight against her restraints, screeching her pain while her audience admired the resulting pattern of blood spots. “And now for the finale,” Victoria murmured, more to herself than to the others. The wheel's turn was reversed and it travelled upwards again, once more directly over her tightly clenched anal ring, and directly up the centre of her vagina, wounding her cunt, then her urethra, then piercing the hood of her clitoris by which time her howling cries had passed and she was now insensible to any further abuse. “Let’s leave the girl to recover,” Victoria told the enthralled and excited audience. “Now! Where's that boy?” Victoria asked. ****** Paul began to sob afresh as he was roughly marched over to the device that Victoria had in mind for his next ordeal. It was a wooden framed cube some ten feet to a side. At foot long intervals along each beam, whether horizontal, vertical, on the floor or at the top, there were metal brackets holding rings. The opportunities for restraining the boy were endless, but Victoria asked that he be tied star-like from it, so he'd be suspended upside down with his arms and legs secured and spread to the sides of the large frame. While the men attended to her wishes, she opened a large box that stood nearby and extracted a number of riding crops. The crops looked exactly the same dark leather with a good flexible rod at which a piece of leather was attached at the end. It was the piece of leather at the end that differed on each crop. On one, the leather was a square shape, roughly an inch across. On others it was an oblong, a star, or a circle. When Paul had been securely fastened, Victoria gave out the crops to her audience and invited them to use them where, and however, they wished. Standing back and beside Miss Bishop who had also elected not to participate, she watched Simon use his crop with relish on Paul's compact little bottom, each stroke leaving a bright mark whose shape was a signature of his making. Miss Park’s struck her crop the hardest, the round circle of leather leaving bright spots on his bottom and thighs. Both John and Walter struck with more attention to location, focusing on the boy's inner thighs, bottom and genitals. None of them struck in turn, but whenever they were ready, and Paul therefore sometimes received a number of strokes at the same time, while at other times he received none. The lack of rhythm made his punishment that more wicked and, unable to anticipate when or where the next stroke would come, felt it all the more. His tormentors panted with lust and their faces shone as the sobbing boy shook and yelped, bucked and cried, his body increasingly showing the marks of their strokes. They didn't let up until Victoria stepped forward to call a halt, by which time Paul’s bottom, thighs and genitals were a bright and fiery red. His skin was extremely tender, and brought a gasp from him when Victoria ran her nails along his thighs to his cock to roughly caress it, smiling when he squealed in pain. Now! You're not going to go fucking anyone else without permission, are you Paul?” she asked him sweetly. The boy shook his head, sobbing uncontrollably. “Good boy,” she told him, squeezing his balls to get another squeal of pain from him, one that had the men laughing. “Let's move on. Put them both on the Wagon Wheels,” she urged. ****** Four wagon wheels were positioned in a row on one side of the room, each one a slightly different diameter, each one with it's axel on a vertical post that could be winched up or down at broadly a standing person's waist height. The children were secured on their backs to two of these wheels in such a way that their heads hung over the rim at one end, and with their knees fastened up around their chests, their bottoms, thighs and genitals overhung at the other. Walter and Simon, of similar height, chose Muriel, while Amy and John went to where Paul was strapped down. Amy's face was shining with her excitement as, like the other two, they arbitrarily decided who would start at the head, and who at the loins. In moments, muffled squeals were heard, as the men pushed their cocks in to different orifices. Muriel found a cock roughly entering her cunt while another slid into her mouth and, because of her heads position, into the roof of her gullet. It was Simon, the young man panting as he began fucking the young girl's mouth while, at the same time, watching Walter push his short but thick cock into the girl's tight little cunt. Her cunt bulged out around it as he pushed it into her. Both men, panting with the pleasure of abusing her, stared at the other man's cock slipping in and out of the child. Between them, her pale body bowed, her breasts remaining pudding like on her chest while her belly flattened and rose with each thrust of Walter's cock. Paul screamed as the butler's cock slid slowly into his mouth, the sound ebbing as his mouth and gullet were filled. Amy was licking his little cock, loving the taste of blood before she put her mouth over it to savour the tenderised flesh. Soon, she was bobbing her head up and down on the mutilated cock, sucking and slurping and bringing fresh jerks from the boy as she chewed on his balls. Walter and Simon drew out and, both panting, they turned the wheel, reversing the girl so now Simon faced her pubescent cunt, and Walter her sobbing mouth. While Muriel squealed, Simon slid smoothly into her where he panted within her tight grip, loving the flexing her little cunt made as she struggled, and choked around Walter’s thick cock. It did little good. Like John before him, he took a hold of her chin and forced her mouth open, then pushed his cock forward, gasping with delight as her efforts to expel him only served to heighten his pleasure. “Oh yes!” he gasped, while a little further down the room, Amy and John had followed their lead and had turned Paul on his wheel. Now Amy quickly hiked her skirts up and, rising on her toes, pushed herself astride the boy's face and squirmed delightedly as his mouth worked on her sodden cunt. While loving the feel of his mouth on her cunt, she further enjoyed watching the butler ease his long cock into the lad's anus, sliding it remorsefully inwards and causing the boy to scream directly into her cunt. While the four employed the children so fully, Anne picked up one of the discarded crops and made her way between the children, choosing her moment carefully before laying the crop upon their bellies or, in Muriel's case, upon her budding breasts. There was a particular pleasure in seeing the children jerk when the crop landed, and hearing a fresh wail come from them, half dampened by the cocks so firmly lodged in their unwilling mouths. However much they would have liked the pleasures to go on and on, the inevitable occurred, beginning with Walter who, at that time embedded in Muriel's mouth, pulled his cock out to gasp with delight and then inundated her little face with his pearly seed. Amy followed, stretching atop Paul's face and crying out as she spent upon it, the muscles of her thighs twitching uncontrollably causing her to slide her cunt over his face as she spent. John looked like he was grinning as his lips peeled from his teeth with the intense pleasure of his ejaculation. Already tightly encased in the boy's anus, he held the boy's balls and squeezed as, deep in the boy's bowels, he spurted his seed. Simon was last, and loudest, pushing hardest into Muriel's little cunt to explode deep within her, thrusting with each explosion of seed before staggering back, recovering his breath. “There,” Victoria murmured, going to the girl to watch her brother's seed slowly leak from Muriel's little inflamed cunt. “Let that be a lesson to you both,” she said, admiring their tortured little bodies and their sore and abused genitals. “Right! Take them up to the Grange,” Victoria told the men. Satisfied that they had learnt their lesson, it was agreed that Miss Bishop would use her expert hands to slowly heal their wounds before returning them to the Priory in a few days time. “It will be so much more enjoyable, abusing them again now that they know just how painful it can be,” Victoria told the others, her smile truly sadistic. |