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DELIVERANCE 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 8 ] Cruel Conclusion Jason and Brenda had been selected to provide the first part of this evenings entertainment, and had been brought to the library early so that they could be prepared.Since their arrival, they had both heard tales of what might happen if they were chosen to perform like this, and they now showed signs of nervousness as they watched Mary and Charlie loop ropes over the rings set in the ceiling. “Undress!” Mary told them curtly. They both obeyed being too well trained to do otherwise, and stood naked as Mary selected the items they were to wear. “Jason! You first,” Mary said, holding out a harness. Made of soft leather, it had holes cut out in the front for his cock and balls, and an anal plug sewn into the back. Whilst Brenda and Charlie looked on, Jason stepped into the harness and bent forward, his breath shortening as Mary positioned the plug up against his anus, and without any lubricant forced it home. Then with his cock and balls through the hole in the front of the harness Mary tightened it around his thighs. With their wrists shackled, the children were made to stand facing each other and their arms pulled taught over their heads. Brenda's little breasts were all but flattened as she was hauled up, and she squealed as her feet left the floor, then panted as she felt Jason's cock slap against her cunt. Grinning, Mary knelt down and took a grip of Jason's cock pulling it down to fit it neatly into Brenda's cunt. She chuckled as he groaned and thrust forward. “Is that nice?” Mary asked. “Oh yes!” Jason breathed, not minding at all that his arms were being restrained as he thrust again, trying his hardest to get more of his cock into Brenda’s tight little cunt. Brenda groaned and tried pushing herself back, her thighs moving in an effort to stop her from swaying away and loosing the lovely hard cock which was now fully inside her. Meanwhile, Mary brought out a length of thread that had clips at the end. She stroked Brenda's vulva and parted the full lips, baring the swollen bulb of her clitoris. The loop of thread slid smoothly over it and was drawn up the girl's pale body until the clips were all that was left. With an adjustment to the threads length, the clips were opened and then attached to her nipples, their fitting bringing a loud piecing scream from the child. Jason moved again, pushing wantonly, and Brenda responded turning her crotch back to meet him. The thread grew taut and pulled at the base of her clitoris. As the tension on her nipples made her cry out, the spiralling sensations caused by the thread attached to her clitoris made her gasp and stare wide-eyed at her sadistic mistress. “A little something for you Jason,” Mary told him. She fitted a soft leather pouch around his balls, tightening it so it wouldn't fall off before attaching the long string to which weights had been attached. Jason licked his lips, experiencing the weight, but not so bad as to be painful. Only when he thrust into Brenda did he see the sense in them. With his thrust, the weight at the end of the cord began to swing back and forth, pulling him into thrusting in time to their pendulum, else feel the added weight of their momentum. Each thrust into Brenda caused her to move, however much she tried not to. Intense and shocking sensations shot through her nipples and clitoris bringing short sharp cries from the young girl, followed by quick panting as the aftermath made her cunt clutch wantonly at the boy’s receding cock. “Please, please!” she gasped, angling her crotch back as far as she dared. Mary chuckled and wrapped a gag around the girl, stopping her from consorting with Jason. The boy panted, waiting for the weights to swing back and allow him to painlessly push his cock back into the girl's hot little cunt, and Brenda squealed into her gag and shook as the sudden hot pain lanced into her body. Victoria and Simon enjoyed the performance. Sipping cherry, they idly watched the slow tempo as the low weight dictated his speed, grinning at each other as Brenda squealed and shook, then panted with relief. While the children continued to perform, even through their orgasms, Simon and his sister discussed their plans for the future. Wilma had recently taken to kneeling at her mistress's feet but remained still and silent unless directly spoken to. Before dinner, Daniel and Rachel brought the pregnant girls into the library to be examined. They undressed before their benefactors, and then took up appropriate poses so that their plump cunts and rounded bellies could be stroked and petted. After conducting a lengthy internal examination, they were passed to Victoria and Simon to be roughly fondled. Simon in particular found that there was a distinct pleasure in fondling young girls who were pregnant, and even more so in touching their privates and watching them spend. “How much longer?” Victoria asked, stroking one of the Spanish girl’s bellies. Alicia’s skin was already taut with the stretching and what had been just a hint of breasts a month ago, had now ballooned into apple sized cones no doubt full of milk producing glands. “Oh, four months yet,” Daniel told her. “We have everything necessary at the surgery to provide for a safe pregnancy and birth, so you are welcome to attend,” he offered. “Oh yes! I’d love to see this child give birth,” Victoria breathed, as her fingers descending the curve of her belly to fondle her cunt and to masturbate her to orgasm. “Such a tart, aren’t you?” Victoria smiled, her fingers wriggling deep inside her little cunt while the girl was breathless and jerking her hips forward. Alicia keened with her pleasure, her head thrown back as the intense pleasure swept up, then through her. Victoria smiled indulgently and offered her wet fingers to Wilma who immediately took them into her mouth to lick clean. Having admired the pregnant girl’s, Simon and Victoria stepped into the dinning room. The children selected for dinner duty were already present, their normal clothes removed to make way for the leather harnesses that had become the dinner duty uniform. Straps circled and pinched in waist and thighs while going around budding breasts and to either side of vulva or scrotum. Wilma settled beside her mistress, just happy to be there. It was a privilege to serve their benefactors and the children stood tall and proud in their little harnesses as they offered up bowls of soup and bread, then bowls of prepared vegetables while the adults seemed to ignore them, just taking their food without a glance at who held the bowl. Occasionally, Victoria would reach down with a bit of meat from her plate and offer it to her pet, patting Wilma on the head as she took the morsel and chewed. Sometimes, if they had guests to dinner they would have the children provide a display of their obedience. Tonight, even though there were no guests, Simon was in the mood for a little extra entertainment and chose a boy and a girl. They shook as they obeyed, the boy's cock rising in expectation of fucking his partner in front of the adults, as was the most common dinner entertainment. “Have them pee,” Victoria drawled, pulling her pet Wilma up to feel the child's pubis and delight in its smoothness. Wilma parted her thighs and softly panted, her excitement rising like a wave at the knowing touch of her mistress's hands. Simon helped them to remove their leather garments, then lifted them onto the table where their antics could be easily be seen by both of them. “Who needs to go first?” he asked. The children looked at each other, gauging their own need to pee and wondering at the other. “I can wait,” the girl murmured, her cheeks burning. “Then you best drink this,” Simon chuckled, giving her a glass of water. The child took it and sipped, her eyes turning towards the boy’s cock that would soon be peeing over her. “Any preference for position?” Simon asked Victoria. “Have the girl lie down, the boy astride her,” Victoria suggested, her fingers finding Wilma beginning to dampen, her labia becoming slippery with the seeping wetness. She tasted it, then pushed the girl aside. “Bring me those in need of punishment,” she told the girl. As Wilma rushed out to obey, no thought of hesitating, even to put clothes on, the girl had laid herself down along the table as Simon had directed and the boy, licking his lips and staring down hotly at the girl, had got down to his knees to straddle her chest. Holding his cock between his finger and thumb, he aimed at the girl's head and released his bladder. While the two adults looked on, the brightly twirling water arched out to strike the girl's half open mouth, spraying the rest of her face. Fighting the urge to turn her head away, the girl pulled her mouth wide and suffered the splash of his hot oily water into her mouth, knowing at some point she would have to swallow it. “Aim it into her hair,” Simon breathed, his hand squeezing his own cock under the table. With a giggle the boy obeyed and the little girl closed her lips and swallowed, then opened her mouth ready for any more, her mind denying the filthy thing she was doing while the hot water flowed over her scalp. The flow ebbed, splattering down her face to dribble to either side of her neck, and then stop. He rose, licking his lips and hardening with the thought of seeing her cunt poised above him. She then rose, her face gleaming wetly, the rest of her little body pale, hairless, undeveloped. Simon could imagine her tiny anus waiting for his finger and the taste of her little cunt, so sweet and babyish. “Go on!” he urged, stroking his hardness. The girl rose, wiping her eyes and mouth. The boy took her place, his cock lying along his belly as he looked up to see her stand astride him, slender thighs angling out so the adults would have the best view of her puffy little cunt as her water flowed from within it. A deep breath to steady herself, then her pee was jumping from her, spurting out to splash his chest. She panted and thrust her loins out, peeing again and sighing as it struck him full in the mouth, gurgling as it quickly filled it. He swallowed and her pee sprayed over his face and the table surrounding him before his mouth was wide opened again, accepting her pee until she was told to splatter his hair and soak his head. Her pee ended and Victoria stood. Taking the boy's wet hair in a tight grip, she lifted his head and pushed him to the girl's crotch, holding it there until satisfied he was licking her clean. She then turned her attention to her brother. “Shall we see who Wilma has brought us?” she asked him. Simon licked his lips and stopped stroking his hardness. He was excited enough, but watching his sister punish a child would prolong his pleasure and make it that more intense. “Yes,” he agreed softly. ****** Wilma entered the room followed by two little girls. Unsurprisingly they had arrived at the same time as Wilma and often looked towards her for leadership. However, they were disruptive and difficult and perfect fodder for systematic punishment. Whoever had given Jasmine her name had not considered how her dark complexion and ill manners would be at odds with her name. At eleven, she was tall and thin with all the awkwardness of an adolescent, plus the sulks, the pensive moods and idiotic senseless defiance of adult authority. It was no surprise to see Paula at her side. On her own, Paula was a calm and considerate child, a ten year old who looked much older, but was easily led. Now, both girls sulked and looked stubbornly about them, their eyes shying away from the adults to look with hate at Wilma. Victoria walked around them and nodded her approval. “You two are often seen together,” she told them, watching them and smiling at the hate filled looks they gave Wilma. “So you will be punished together, on the frame,” she told them. “Wilma! Help Mary,” Victoria ordered. Wilma smiled and stepped towards the two angry but frightened girls and, as they lashed out in an attempt to escape, caught their limbs along with Mary and pushed both girls further into the room. “The more you struggle and evade us, the harder your punishment will be,” Mary warned. The girls knew that already, yet their nervousness made them continue trying to evade them for a few minutes more. Then they were cornered and their clothes removed, Victoria and Simon looking on in obvious excitement as ripe young skin was uncovered, Jasmine's still showing the fading lines of her last punishment. “By their feet,” Victoria told Mary and Wilma as she walked around the two naked miscreants and, gripping their hair, pulled their heads back to give each unwilling girl a loving kiss on the lips. “We're not like that!” Jasmine flared, spitting and wiping her lips with her arm. “Aren't you! I think you're going to be whatever I want you to be,” she told her. Mary and Wilma tied the girls ankles and fed the ropes through rings on the cross beams of the frame. “Tie one foot to the overhead, the other to an upright so they face each other,” Victoria ordered. Almost immediately Jasmine worked out what that would mean and fought having the rope draw her towards the frame. Yet there was no escape, not with the number of people Victoria had on hand to hold the girls as, one by one, they were dragged to the frame, then suspended from one foot before the other was pulled to one side. Beginning to cry, they attempted to cover themselves, screaming and begging as the ropes that were turned around their wrists soon drew them away so their bodies were totally unprotected and perfectly in view. Victoria gave a whip to Wilma, who smiled as she took it, and then one to Mary who smiled at Wilma's expression. “Three strokes then wait while I soothe them. Do it alternately, so they can watch each other,” Victoria smiled. Wilma stepped behind her friend and licked her lips, her chest tight as she thought of soon using the whip on Jasmine’s bottom, scouring her flesh and making her scream. She blinked as she felt a hot wave of lust slide down into her belly and looked up to find her mistress looking towards her, smiling knowingly. “Three strokes then wait," Victoria reminded her. Wilma nodded, concentrated on the weeping, squirming figure hanging in front of her, and took a deep breath. She swung the whip across Jasmine's back and the girl arched away from it, screeching her pain before begging Victoria to let her go. “I'll be good, I'll be good!” she panted. “No, no, no!” she screamed as she saw Wilma reach back. The second stroke was across her little bottom and brought a loud yelp and yet further contortions. Wilma waited for them to die down with Jasmine's exhaustion, and then she struck again with a firmer hand, smiling and blushing as the fresh stroke brought tears to the hanging girl. “Well done,” Victoria told Wilma before stepping up to Jasmine and calmly stroking her inner thighs. With Jasmine's thighs tied apart and the girl suspended upside down, her lean cunt was exposed and easily soothed. Victoria traced the proud labia, humming to herself while listening to the girl's crying slowly stop and her hips begin to contort with all the new sensations. While Victoria calmly and delicately soothed Jasmine's cunt, Mary gave Paula three strokes of her whip; one across her back, one across her bottom, and the last across her thighs which made her dance and scream with the heat of each welt. Victoria moved across to stroke and tease the younger girl, smiling as she found her cunt just as well developed as that of her friend. Sobbing and trying hard to evade the knowing fingers, Paula’s face burnt as the soothing fingers produced the deep tingles that Victoria knew they would. And then it was time to move on again. Jasmine received three more strokes. Wilma learnt from watching Mary to strike one across the girl's outstretched thigh. With a whimper, Paula schooled herself to receive more strokes while, in front of her, Jasmine wept, still squirming with the affects of her last. “Such babies,” Victoria murmured, her nails running along Jasmine's little cunt to then admire how her labia grew apart. Softly crying, Jasmine closed her eyes from seeing her friend's agony as received the second of her three strokes on her soft inner thigh and jerked slightly as a finger edged between her folds, pulling them apart to make her pant for breath. Paula squealed for a third time and Jasmine groaned. The finger left her and, for a moment, its ghostly touch remained. Then the shock of the whip across her back woke her and she screamed and arched, once more submerged in awful, agonising pain. “Well, well, don't you open easily?” Victoria teased. She ran her nail backwards, passed the little moist mouth of Paula’s cunt and scraped it over her darling pink anus, smiling as the child gasped, then jerked forward in an attempt to evade the finger. “Surely you've had a finger up your bottom by now,” she laughed. Behind her, Jasmine was receiving her third, a harsh blow to her upright thigh causing new vivid lines across her pale flesh. Victoria crooned as she lovingly caressed the raised welts, bending slightly to lick and kiss the flesh while the girl gasped and tensed at the new invasion of strong sensation. “We'll win you over you know,” she told the girl before moving back to Paula who was softly crying from her three smarting blows across her back, thigh and bottom. Once again, Victoria's nails ran knowingly down her vulva and watched the colour brighten as the child gasped. “You poor girls don't know your own sensuality,” she murmured, easing the soft and tender skin aside so she could peer into the child's vagina and see the moisture building up to overflowing. Jasmine wailed as a leather stand of the whip caught her vagina and Victoria was there to rub and kiss it better, inhaling the panting girl's aroma before looking down at the unfurled cunt to admire the dainty point of her swelling clitoris. “Four each now, then wait,” she told Wilma and Mary. “Oh please don't. We'll be good,” Paula begged while her older friend sobbed, shaking her head as she continued to deny what she felt. “Four hard ones,” Victoria called. Paula was first to receive them and jerked and squealed with each one, her eyes fearfully waiting for each in terror of receiving any on her spread and upturned cunt. She could almost sob with relief when none hit her tender place, and did sob, loudly, as a finger dipped into the hot channel of her cunt and drew the slippery wetness over her outer lips. “Please, no,” she wept, knowing it was wrong even as her body arched out for more. Victoria grinned, and as Jasmine squealed from receiving her four strokes, dipped her finger in and out of Paula’s hot cunt, exciting the child and watching the change come across her crotch. It became time to move over and Victoria purred as she stroked the long slender labia of the slightly older child. One hand stroked her lined bottom, the other her opening slit, growing breathless as the slender lips drew apart for her and showed damp interior eager for exploitation. “You want it, don’t you?” Victoria asked, idly flicking the swelling hood and watching it quicken and brighten. “I don't want to! I don't want to!” Jasmine cried. Victoria returned to Paula and lowered her mouth to the weeping girl's vulva, licking and sucking on the young flesh and drawing the sultry flavour from the child. Then it was time to return to Jasmine. Paula panted with her arousal and squealed as she received another stroke of the whip. Now she blindly begged for her mistress's return and the feel of her kissing and licking her privates. Another struck her and she wept and begged her return, tears marring the sight of her touching and exploring her panting friend. “Not her, she doesn't want you. Come back to meeee!” she screeched, another burning sensation soaring through her burning bottom as she was struck again. Victoria chuckled as she made Jasmine flex her thighs to move her slit back and forth on her still fingers. The girls were hers. “Which one would you like to play with?” she asked her brother. Mary and Wilma stepped back and allowed Victoria and Simon to stroll round the suspended children, admiring the welts that decorated them from the backs of their knees to their necks. Both children panted, their hairless cunts gleaming with the pleasure they'd been drawn into accepting. “The younger one,” Simon panted, his eyes drawn from her pink little cunt to her budding breasts and staring face. While he had her re-tied, a foot to the bottom beam and the other to the top while her hands were drawn over her head to extend to the far upright beam, Wilma helped Victoria unfasten Jasmine and draw her over to a padded table. Strapped down with her pelvis pushed upwards and her thighs strapped apart from each other, she looked a picture of bound and sadistic delight. Victoria tightened a strap around her neck, then drew her head back and fastened another across her brow. Without knowing what they intended, Jasmine softly wept and panted nervously, her eyes darting to where her friend was now suspended, her pink cunt spread wide by the force of her legs to either beam. Simon looked large beside the young girl, his cock even larger as he drew the head along her flank and listened to her soft weeping. “Mary! Use your hand across her breasts,” he panted. Mary eagerly knelt and drew her hand back, her attention centred on the soft smooth flesh around the child's tiny nipples. She slapped the flesh and grinned ecstatically as Paula squealed and squirmed. As Paula’s squirming eased, Simon held his cock, bent his knees and, stabbed into the little cunt exposed by her parted thighs. He gasped as he felt such a lovely and tight cunt around him, and immediately pressed on; his head flung back as the girl screeched in her tearing pain. Mary's hand flashed down again, slapping loudly into the delicate growth of the other breast and the girl arched in her bonds, a golden opportunity for Simon to thrust forward, burying his stout cock in her little body to have him panting in ecstasy while the young girl squealed in new pain. As he began to fuck the delicious little cunt, his hands stroking the thigh that rose along his torso, Victoria watched Wilma delicately probing Jasmine's cunt with her tongue. She licked, savoured and swallowed, then licked again, drawing flesh from flesh and leaving her pink slit open for Victoria to admire. “Make her orgasm!” Victoria told Wilma, gathering her skirt to reveal herself clad in a tight leather pair of pants that were cut centrally down the gusset allowing her full pink sex lips to protrude. Pushing these harshly against Jasmine's bent back head she ground her crotch against the girl's mouth, nose and chin, all the while watching Wilma work her tongue diligently around Paula’s excited cunt. Jasmine came with a scream, the continuing lashing of Wilma's tongue extending her pleasure while Victoria rode her face and sobbed her own delight. Nearby, Simon gripped Paula tightly to him, sobbing with delight as she wailed with the full insertion of his spurting cock. ****** Victoria awoke to the steady drone of bombers returning from their night sortie and returned to sleep. Later, she was waken again, this time by Mary who looked more frightened than she had ever seen her before, telling her that a Colonel Wainright was waiting downstairs and that Birchwood Grange had been surrounded by soldiers. Wilma listened from the foot of the bed and cradled her extended belly, whimpering nervously. “It's all right,” Victoria told the girl. “Stay here while I find out what's happening,” she told her, rising and quickly dressing. She peeked beyond the blackout curtains and felt a cold lump in her belly as she saw an armoured vehicle running along the edge of the woods, men arming the guns, all looking deadly alert in the early morning light. Outside in the hall a soldier stood to attention, hardly glancing at her as she swept by. “How dare they!” she thought, building up her anger in readiness to confront Colonel Wainwright who had invaded their privacy while, deep in the pit of her stomach, a nervousness began to grow. With angry strides she passed the two other soldiers guarding the library and stepped angrily in, her eyes immediately turning to the broad shouldered man who stood beside the window, a riding crop in one hand, his hat in the other. “Just what exactly is the meaning of all this?” she asked sharply. A second man rose from her couch, younger and with only the stripes of a lieutenant on his arm. “This is private property,” she told them. “We know that!” the Colonel told her, his voice as sharp as his face as he strode forward to hand her a document. “You'll find it in full order,” he told her. Simon arrived as she opened it. She read it and passed it on, her face pinched as she felt the tightening of the law around her. “What possible reason could our offer to take a few evacuees be to you?” Simon asked with a short laugh as he tried calling any bluff. “Ah, but we both know that you run far more than just that, don't we Mr Holmes-Marchant?” Colonel Wainright chuckled. “I think you've been miss-informed. Now, if you'll let me telephone Sir Cecil Morgan, I'm sure I can get things straightened out,” Simon told him, walking calmly to the telephone and dialling for the local exchange. He listened to the static and turned to look at the smiling Colonel. “There'll be no phone calls, no discussions with Cecil Morgan or his henchmen,” the Colonel told them. Victoria managed to walk to the couch before her legs gave way. She sat there for a moment, knowing they were watching. She knew that their secret was out now, yet refused to bow before them and looked up at their faces, her back still straight. “So, what now?” she asked in as calm a voice as she could. The Colonel visibly relaxed and turned his men away with a flick of his crop. “Why don't you begin by showing me around?” he asked. He stepped forward and offered his hand. Victoria shrugged and took the offer. It would make no difference in the end; they would learn everything from the children. “I'd like to start with the crypt first,” he told her, surprising her with his knowledge. With a nod, Victoria led him from the library to the crypt to then stand back while he went from one piece of bondage furniture to the next. “Quite a collection,” he told her. “Yes! My family have been collecting them since the 12th century, or so I'm told Colonel,” she explained. “Please call me John,” he told her. “Can't go around calling me Colonel all day,” he chuckled. “Which is the earliest piece?” John asked. “This one,” Victoria told him, pointing to an old oak birching bench that had darkened over the years. “What is the hole for?” John asked, with a puzzled look. “The birching bench has been adapted so that a boy’s cock and balls can be placed through the hole. It not only holds their bottom and thighs in position, but means that they can be masturbated during their birching,” Victoria explained, with a smile. “I see!” John replied, and Victoria’s throat when tight as he turned it over to see any evidence of its recent use. “Anything not recently used?” he asked. Victoria shrugged, unwilling to blacken herself any further and she walked on. In moments they came across old iron work that had once held braziers but now held punishment and binding implements while coils of rope lay in corners, ready to bind the children to the stone vaults. His hands ran over the top surfaces, as if he could imagine the bound children, their limbs parted while their skin was slowly made to do so, stroke after stroke. “You've made no films in here,” he told her. Victoria licked her lips as she came to realise just how much the Colonel actually knew. “It’s too dark,” she told him. “You could use extra lighting,” he told her, looking around him again. “We did, but it spoilt the environment and came out as just another room,” she explained. “Shame,” he murmured, walking on and leaving her to follow. The tour of the Grange over, the Colonel led the way up the path towards the Priory. Victoria declined his arm and ignored the lieutenant who drove up in a jeep with Simon looking morose at his side. The others, she saw, were already gathered there, two soldiers flanking Charlie who looked amused at the attention, before the awful noise of the Jeep made him look at it worriedly. “I think my mechanic is a little worried about your vehicle Colonel,” she told him. “So am I,” he frowned. “Do you think he could have a look at it? I'd be ever so grateful,” he said. Victoria had a word and Charlie looked almost thankful to be doing something. While he looked at the engine, the rest of them trooped into the building leaving the soldiers outside. The children had been gathered into the hall, but first the Colonel wanted to inspect the dormitories, smiling as he saw the partition and paying particular attention to the bathroom where the cleaning equipment showed signs of just being used. “It looks much larger on the films,” he remarked before moving on. Simon and Victoria glanced at each other, both dreading the moment he finished his inspection and took them away, no doubt to some police station until their sadistic passions were made public knowledge in court. The Colonel had already sent his staff to the office to recover the children’s journals and the information about their arrival, their inspection, their punishments and their response to the systematic sexual abuse. It was all written down beside the pictures of them, the front side and back view of every girl and boy at the Priory. A little man with spectacles was poring excitedly over the material, his eyes big and bright behind the thick lenses of his glasses. “Never seen anything like it,” he was saying. “So detailed, and so descriptive,” he mumbled to himself, going from chart to chart while the soldiers smiled and looked excitedly at all the pictures of the naked children. “All right Professor! Take notes and make sure that everything goes back where it came from,” the Colonel told him smartly, his presence bringing the soldiers to red-faced attention. “Have you found the cameras?” he asked. “Yes! There location has been noted, Sir,” he replied. “Good! Now lets see the children,” he ordered, and marched out. “He even knows his way round,” Simon remarked to his sister as they were drawn along after him, soldiers behind them sealing off any chance of there escape. “Bloody cameras!” she mouthed, her eyes stinging with unshed tears. The Colonel stepped into the hall and immediately went over to the two white-coated Germans sitting at the back. He greeted them in German, surprising all of them, then switched into English for the benefit of Victoria and Simon. “You will probably be delighted to know that the Germans were very sorry to have lost you both,” he told them. “Really? I thought we were destined for the slave camps,” Daniel told him. “Oh, you were! And there they were to put you to work in one of the clinics, experimenting with the other Jews.” He told them. “We had some good intelligence from that area.” “You knew we were here,” Rachel gasped. “Oh yes! Even helped you find the link between Miss Holmes-Marchant and her children,” the Colonel replied. “Then you're as much to blame for what goes on at Birchwood Grange as we are,” Victoria snapped, her eyes turning angrily away from his pleasant and disarming smile. “Oh, I'd hardly call it blame,” he chuckled. He turned his attention to the children, walking up and down before returning to the small group of adults. “Some of them we'll be able to return to their families, but not many I'm afraid. What did you have planned?” he asked Victoria. She sighed. There was little point in hiding anything back by now. Certainly, nothing she said could make matters any worse. “About twenty would go straight home, too shy to say anything and none of them badly hurt; they are such a docile lot! Another ten or so would also go home, but we planned to say that they had become disturbed and likely to tell absurd stories about beatings and such,” she told them. “Another ten would have no real family to go home to anyway, while the final few would stay with us, some for further breeding, others integrated into the household,” she explained. “I see the breeding is quite advanced,” he murmured. The first couple of girls were close to term, their young bodies looking odd with such distended bellies and small pubescent but lactating breasts. Victoria nodded. They had planned to have quite a party when the births arrived, a tea party for the children with fancy dresses, balloons and frills around a party table, private caning sessions in the next room for each child to have to take their turn. It would have been lovely to see young girls in frilly dresses, their pretty bottoms lines by the harsh stroke of the rattan cane. “So, where do we go to?” she asked, turning from the children to stand in front of the man, her eyes having to rise from his broad shoulders to look into his powerful face. His eyes met hers without flinching and his lip quivered, hiding a smirk that made her want to lash out. “We don't want anyone to learn of this place,” he told her. “No civil court then eh?” Simon spat. “What does that mean then?” he asked. “Old Cecil gets early retirement and we get a firing squad at dawn? Or just driven away to some little prison where no one will ever find us?” “Well! We'll certainly get rid of the weak twenty or so children,” the Colonel remarked. “Then! We’ll bring you a few brats from the Borstal,” he chuckled. Victoria blinked. “There will need to be more entertainment I'm afraid. We have some high level Germans flying in to discuss their terms for spying with us. We'll fly them in directly onto the grass and let them see some of the children before we open our negotiations. Let them watch as you abuse them for a while, that should soften them up a bit,” he grinned. “I don't understand,” Victoria, murmured, her heart racing. “Oh, wasn't I clear enough? You're now designated Project Priory,” the Colonel explained. “I'm here to offer you every assistance in setting up a top secret rendezvous where we can meet top German commanders, offering them bribes and other inducements to pass on top secret German information,” he told her. “Sorry for the subterfuge, but we needed to ensure you were exactly what we needed,” he explained. “Us?” she gasped. “Oh yes! The Germans I'm thinking of will fall over themselves for a chance to watch these English girls or boys punished, especially if they are also ravished,” he told her. “I understand you're very good at that sort of thing,” he told her dryly. “So you approve?” Simon asked, his mouth hanging open. The Colonel laughed and patted the older man on the shoulder. “Look, let's get rid of the dead weight of children here and bring in the really tough ones. All my men are specially recruited and willing to assist in any way asked of them so we'll soon knock them into shape,” he told them. “We've got to get this place up and running as quickly as possible. Hess will be one of our first guests,” he grinned. “It will be a real coup if we can bring him round.” ****** As one group of children left in the back of two coaches, their faces mirroring the mixed feelings they had on leaving the Priory, another group of children arrived. The boys from the Borstal were all twelve to thirteen year olds, all fit from working on farms, and the look of distrust and hate on their features. The girls, in contrast to the near army discipline of the boys, got off their bus with the glee of children set free and only stopped when they saw the number of armed men who stood about, eying them appreciatively. The younger girls, perhaps as young as eight or nine, huddled together while the older ones grinned shyly and posed to best show off their young developing bodies. Armed men led them into the hall where the remainder of the children stood, all looking nervously towards the strong armed men, their hopes of any rescue and liberation gone. Victoria stood before them like a phoenix arisen from the flames. Nothing could harm her now and her look told them that. A boy had bent to whisper to his partner and Victoria’s hand lashed out to point at him. “You boy, come here!” she snapped. Glancing at his friends to either side of him he stepped forward, his expression one of cautiousness rather than fear. It soon changed as Charlie and Simon pounced forward to drag the fighting, gasping boy to the punishment horse. Rifles dropped from shoulders to a ready position, holding the other boys in check as they saw their mate carried to the punishment horse where he was tied astride it, then his trousers and pants torn off of him. Victoria picked up the long slender cane and swept it through the air, smiling as the carefully cut end moved apart through the air to create four slender blades of bamboo that would soon be used to cut into his pale bottom. “Brave are you?” she asked the struggling boy as he tried his hardest to escape the embarrassing position astride the punishment horse, his thighs widely parted and his bottom lifted by the saddle so all could see his cock and balls hanging between. “I've taken harder than you can give missy!” he spat, fighting his bonds. The cane swept down, fanning open as it did, and landed on his bottom as four cutting slices of sharp cane. Four cuts began to seep blood while the boy screamed and clenched in agony. Victoria then reached under his bottom for his cock and balls smiling as she roughly masturbated him. “What a handsome bottom!” she teased. Letting his cock and balls go she swung her arm back, then swept the cane down again, breathing in with success as he screamed once more and thrashed in his bonds, another four fine cuts allowing blood to pool in them for a moment before running down. “How brave are you boy?” she asked. “Brave enough for another?” she asked, stroking his chest and loving its smoothness and firmness. “Piss off!” he gasped. Victoria's grin was full of malice and contempt as she brought the cane down again, and then, while he was still squirming and fighting the sweeping pain of the first, landed another, equally as painful. Now he blubbered, his eyes tightly closed as tears leaked out and ran down his cheeks. Victoria measured him for another stroke and smiled into the deathly silence of the room as she delivered it. She waited then while the boy finished his screaming and squirming, until he hung limp over the horse, sobbing and shaking his head, to land another. As harsh as the first, it caused four more fine cuts, some now crossing others. “What, given up all ready?” she teased, stopping to see him sobbing hysterically, his bravado beaten out of him. “Please Miss, no more,” he wept. Victoria returned to her place beside him and swung the cane with all her might, exalting in the strangled cry the boy made as the searing pain engulfed him. His bottom was covered in a fine sheen of his own blood, the cuts showing as a deeper red, some crossing each other. He wept openly, screaming with each additional cut and then shaking uncontrollably as he waited for the next. The audience of children, whether through excitement or terror, stood enthralled, none of them making a move or sound as they watched the cane land yet one more time, the fine splices flicking flood outwards as they cut into him to bring yet another screech of agony from the boy. Putting a noose around his head, Mary and Victoria drew him upwards, his lower body still bound to the punishment horse while his upper now stretched to make sure he wasn't throttled. Victoria stood beside the weeping lad and began to softly caress his lower belly and bloody bottom. Her fingers traced the cuts while her fingers gently drew on his cock, extending it, despite the fiery pain he'd be feeling. The Colonel broke from the spell to notice the audience of children were no longer silent, but all beginning to breathe heavily, their eyes locked on the sight of Victoria bringing the boy to erection. He could feel the sexual tension growing and looked towards a little girl to wonder what would happen if he just ravished her, right there and then. As if feeling his eyes on her, the child looked up at the Colonel in his uniform. He looked like a God to her; strong, powerful and he towered over her. His cock would tear into her and hurt her, and then he'd continue to ravish her, unfeeling to her screams. Her hands shaking, she lifted the hem of her dress and shuffled her feet apart, her breath held as she waited for him to look at her thin panties and decide whether to take her or not. The boy on the punishment horse was sobbing for another reason now. His cock was a slender long pole of stretched boyhood, the hood drawn away from the tender end that Victoria was scraping her nails along, a smile on her face as she contemplated his mixture of agony and pleasure. “Perhaps another thrashing?” she suggested mildly to him. “No, no! Please, no!” he gasped, feeling the burning pain rising from his earlier thrashing, yet feeling it add to the pleasure he felt through her rough handling of his cock. “Please!” he begged, wanting desperately to come. Victoria gave Mary the signal and the younger woman stepped to the front of the horse to look at the girls who were watching spellbound. She had noticed the Colonel has singled out one of the little girls and returned her attention to those girls who had crowded around the punishment horse for a better look at the boy’s caning. And there, standing out because of her short blond hair, was the perfect little girl, a child of perhaps twelve given the thinness of her limbs and her lack of hips, but well developed if the curve of her tunic over her breasts were any judge. Mary grabbed her by the arm, smiling at her stupefied face before pulling her from the excited audience. “What's your name, girl?” Mary asked. “Kelly Miss! Please don't hurt me,” the girl whimpered, her hands trying to stop Mary from taking her tunic off. Mary lost her temper with the girl and put a hand into her short curly hair, tightening her grip before savagely turning the child to face the audience. “Now! You're going to undress, or I'm going to cane your bottom just like that boy!” she spat in her ear, continuing to pull on her hair, just to see the tears swell in her eyes. Kelly wept and blindly undid the buttons, her face burning hotly as other hands then tore away the cotton vest from her little breasts and pulled her loose knickers down so everyone would see the curve of her lovely vulva and the little bush of blond hairs she'd so recently cultivated. Naked and crying with shame she tried covering herself up, only to then squeal as a hand landed sharply across her bottom. “Never, ever, try to cover yourself,” Mary warned. “No, no, I won't,” Kelly, cried, her eyes begging to be let off as dozens of children ogled her pubescent body. Mary dragged the girl over to the boy on the horse and made her stand in front of him. “Suck his cock!” she demanded. Kelly blanched and stared at the crimson head and smoothly stretched skin of its shaft. The beauty of it that she had admired from afar had gone, replaced by intense fear of it. “Suck it! Or you will be punished,” Mary warned. Kelly wept with the knowledge that she had little choice. Eyeing the women who stood over her, she crept the final few inches needed to grip his cock and draw it into her mouth, then slobbered over the tip, unwilling to put it any deeper into her mouth. “Right!” Mary spat. Kelly felt herself lifted by her hair and screamed in pain as much as with the realisation that she was going to be punished. “No, no, I'll do it!” she cried as Mary's feet unbalanced her and sent her crashing against a nearby table. “Please, no!” she wailed. Hands gripped her wrists and held her over the table. “"No, no!” she wept, her words dying as her crying took precedence. Mary breathed in, standing straight and tall beside the weeping girl and raised the riding crop she had chosen. It hovered in the air for all to see and stare at, and then descended with a whistle, landing loudly across the child’s sweet little bottom. The girl shrieked and kicked her feet, none of it stopping Mary from laying on a second hard stroke, to create a burning red line beneath the first across Kelly's lovely bottom cheeks. Let loose, the girl jumped up and down and gripped her bottom, her hard crying spoiling her otherwise good looks. Once again Mary took her by her short blond hair and pulled her stumbling to the boy to present her with his hard and throbbing cock. “Now suck it properly!” she demanded. Kelly continued crying, but she took the hot and throbbing cock in her hands and drew the head down, opening her mouth wide to accept as much as she could into her mouth. Continuing to cry uncontrollably, she licked and sucked, trying not to think of what she was doing, or the thick flavour sliding down her throat or the strong salty taste in her mouth. “Slide your lips along it,” Mary spat. Kelly sobbed but obeyed, tightening her lips around the unyielding cock to then draw them up and down the little length that would fit. “Deeper!” Mary told her, the crop held up to show her the option. Squealing fretfully, Kelly pushed her head further along the shaft, her nervousness that she might not be able to breath diminishing as she quickened her breath to match the slide of her mouth nearly off the cock. Victoria grinned and stroked the boy's caned bottom, squeezing his balls until his jerking and crying told her he was coming. Grinning spitefully, Mary held Kelly's head onto the throbbing cock and made her swallow the rich seed before letting her escape, coughing and spluttering and crying at what they had made her do. ****** The Colonel led the little girl back to her dormitory, his need quickening with his imagination. He had waited for over a year for this little plan to come to fruition, watching from a-far, always watching, and never being able to participate. Now, here, where there were more cameras than any other room, he would finally be able to fulfil it. He knelt beside her bed and pulled her in front of him, his eyes and hands sweeping over her simply dressed form, drinking in her beauty. “What's your name?” he asked, his breath shortening as he felt how smooth her legs were. “Molly” she told him, grinning at him playfully. “Molly! What a pretty name," he panted softly. “How old are you?” he asked, his chest tightening as he waited for an answer. “I'll be eleven in twelve weeks, Sir,” she told him. “Really!” he said. His fingers plucked at the buttons of her dress and the material gaped. She was bare chested, with just little pink nipples to show where breasts would one day grow. Around her loins were thin white panties whose gusset had stretched around and wormed into her slit, outlining her vulva to him and she grinned shyly, knowing how much men liked her down there. “Shall I take them off?” she asked as he just stared at her, on and on and on. “No! I will,” he told her, panting hotly as he tried controlling himself. He drew her tunic dress off her slender smooth shoulders and let it drop away, then slid his fingers down her torso, marvelling at the smoothness and warmth of her skin, until he reached her panties. There, feeling the soft cotton, he groaned. His cock stretched upwards one further eighth of an inch that it had rarely done before, and ached as it never had done before as he eased the elastic downwards and bared the alabaster smooth roundness of her pubis and vulva. “Yes! That’s it,” he panted, watching her step out her panties, her thighs parting long enough for him to see just how freshly pink and smooth she was. He turned her back to the bed and pushed her onto it, laying her back across it with her knees hanging off the side. He rose to undo his trousers and she grinned up at him and spread her thighs, her fingers going down to rub the pleasurable itch she begun to feel inside her. “Do you like it?” he asked. She grinned and nodded, watching his hands draw his trousers and pants down, uncovering a dark cock with a bulbous and circumcised head, all rising from a rich growth of dark and wiry pubic hair. “Move to the edge,” he panted, stroking himself and squeezing until a drop of pre-come came to the tip, enough to rub into the helmet to help ease it into her little body. “That's a good girl, now spread your thighs apart,” he panted, getting down onto his knees again. Molly obeyed, stretching her thighs and giggling as she felt them open, baring her bright pink cunt to him. The Colonel leant forward and lodged his rampant cock against the moist indent of her cunt. Her heat invaded him and he pushed, groaning as he felt her tight vagina slowly pushed out around him, then enclosing his cock head inside. He glanced up and saw the awe on her face. A gentle jerk forward and her face mirrored the surprise of sensations rushing into her. Then he sank fully inside her, filling her with his cock and grinned as she panted and stared up at him in astonishment. “You like being fucked, don’t you?” he asked. “Yes! But it's so big, and hot, and hard,” she panted. His hands slid along her slender little torso, stopping for a moment at her tiny nipples to feel how stiff they had become. His loins moved his cock slightly back and forth, testing the limits of her moistness until his hands reached her neck. He smiled pleasantly one last time, his cock easing slowly from her chink, then tightened his grip around her neck, thumbs pressing inwards to restrict her breathing. Molly's relaxed and flushed features changed as her throttling began. Her eyes expressed her confusion while her mouth opened wider for want of air and her hands reached for his wrists in an effort to drag them from her throat. His arms were like steel, as hard as his cock as he rammed it back into her little body and watched her vulva bulge out to either side of his root. Her choking sounds came to his ear and he sobbed his pleasure, quickening his thrusts into her little body. Her heels kicked him but he hardly felt them. Her body tossed, and his cock stabbed her cunt in different directions, his speed quickening with his breath. Her eyes large and round, Molly's hands slid from his arms and her thighs fell loose to either side of him. The Colonel thrust once more, lifting her bottom from the bed as he powered into her limp body, delivering months of longing into her little body. Then his fingers relaxed and Molly took a ragged breath before coughing and sputtering. “Your doing just fine!” he told her, crawling up to his feet to pull her head to him, gagging her again, this time with his cock. The End N.B. The Orphan Trilogy as written by the original author ends here. I hope that you have enjoyed reading these dark and sadistic tales as much as I have enjoyed re-writing them, and invite you to draw your own conclusions as to what happens next at Birchwood Grange. |