A PASSION FOR CRUELTY
A dark and sadistic tale set in England during the 1970’s

BY DICKINS
dickins22@hotmail.com

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 real events, locals or any persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

[ part 2 ]

Patience Rewarded

Elizabeth Martin awoke to the sound of her alarm clock and swiftly leant over to silence it. For a moment she yearned to return to the beach of her dreams where naked children frolicked in the sand, all of them vying for her attention. Then the reality of the day took over and she rose and turned on the light.

The bedroom mirror reflected a tall and slender woman in her late twenties whose thin cotton night shift hung from the pinnacle of her high breasts, hiding her flat belly and the proud rise of her pubis above slender thighs that carried her elegantly to the bathroom.

Still blinking the sleep from her eyes, Elizabeth leant her hands against the cold porcelain sink and looked at herself in the mirror, her eyes darting to the laugh-lines in the corners of her eyes and mouth, straining to see if they had got larger overnight.

“So vain!” said the reproachful voice of her mother’s ghost from behind her.

Elizabeth blinked, her thoughts suddenly addled by her dead mother’s presence.

“Mother, please,” she whispered.

Her eyes slid past her own reflection and found her mother there, behind her, the black blouse that was her usual clothing done up to a pale neck, a neck left exposed by having her hair tightly tied back. A broad black belt pinched her waist whilst a closely fitting skirt allowed others to admire her strong hips, full bottom and the long taper of her legs.

This wasn’t the old lady who had died years before, but a woman in her prime, just as Elizabeth remembered her from her childhood. She willed the apparition to evaporate and licked her lips as it smiled, the strong red lips thinning, as they often had done in life equally in anger as in pleasure.

“You’ve been a naughty girl, haven’t you?” her mother’s ghost said, her eyes knowingly holding her own.

“Please mother,” Elizabeth begged again, her body beginning to tremble with that mix of sensations she always felt whenever her mother threatened to punish her.

“You must atone for your sins!” her mother told her with intensity.

Elizabeth recalled the families weeping at her feet, their naked bodies welted by the flogger, the crop and the broad leather belt she had used. She recalled the exaltation she had felt on having them pleasure her. What a pity that she had been forced to pass them on to others.

“Well?” her mother asked, her voice dripping with spite. Elizabeth slid to the cold tiled floor and shuffled round on her knees to face her mother, her eyes lowered to the woman’s elegant shoes. She no longer thought of the apparition as a ghost or a figment of her imagination. Freudian teachings considering guilt complexes and Mother Fixations were ignored in the presence of her authoritarian mother.

“Forgive me mother,” she begged.

“It will be the belt from over your back,” her mother warned.

Elizabeth winced and licked her lips, her body beginning to tremble while she waited for her mother to prepare herself. First the skirt was drawn down, the woman having to squirm to draw the tight garment off her hips. Then the black underwear followed, the garment allowed to slide across her face to let her inhale her mother’s scent.

“Come on!” she was ordered.

Elizabeth shuffled forward to where her mother had sat, perched on the edge of the bath, and leant forward, pushing her head into her mother’s fragrant and furry cunt while dipping her back and offering her bottom up for the sharp impact of the belt.

It came without warning, the leather first landing upon her bottom, the tip then whipping under, curling to strike at thigh or cunt, whatever was in the way. The lightning-like pain jerked Elizabeth forward, pressing her nose and mouth into her mother’s cunt, breaking the firm join of her mother’s labia and releasing a slippery wetness onto her features.

Before the eruption of the lancing pain had subsided, the belt struck again, slapping into Elizabeth’s other offered bottom cheek for the tip to just as quickly curl under and sadistically kiss the tender back of her thigh.

Once more, Elizabeth was driven into her mother’s crotch, her mouth opening to squeal in pain against the moist crotch offered to her. She tasted the thick wetness of her mother and groaned, fierce and conflicting emotions setting her to shaking.

Again and again the slender belt slapped into her outthrust bottom, warming the cheeks while the real pain was caused by the whipping round of the belt tip, flicking painfully against her thighs. Striving to recall that this was just a figment of her imagination did nothing to lessen the sensation of the belt landing, nor the terrible pain of the tip curling under to splat harshly against her cunt.

“Open your thighs!” her mother ordered, her voice carrying a hint of amusement.

Elizabeth wept as she obeyed, her mouth beginning to avidly work against her mother’s labia, praying her efforts would lessen the strength in her mother’s arm. She quivered in her waiting, chewing and licking as urgently as she could while offering her bottom, her mind full of the pain that would shortly bloom within her cunt.

With no warning, the belt slapped hard into the parted cleft of Elizabeth’s bottom. A moment later the tail end flipped under her, whipping her pudendum to bring hot lancing agony sweeping into her body. She screamed into her mother’s crotch, dimly aware of the sudden wetness flowing from the deceased woman as her agony excited the ghost.

Elizabeth found herself weeping on the floor of the bathroom and pulled herself together to stand. Her mother had gone, returned to the dark part of her mind and the room was her own once again.

The pain of her punishment remained, and when Elizabeth turned to look at her bottom reflected in the mirror, the vivid lines caused by the nonexistent belt made her whimper and shake.

Her fingers felt the swollen and red skin, tracing the welts and the red kisses the tip of the belt had left upon her flesh. Slowly, the fingers tracing each harsh cut slid lower and lower, under the curve of her bottom and between her legs.

Then with a cry of pleasure she thrust two fingers harshly into her cunt and worked them vigorously, her imagination conjuring up her mother’s presence again, just to be a witness to her explosive orgasm.

******

Elizabeth spent the morning at the office, meeting with her staff, attending management meetings and reviewing new cases as they arrived. She had planned to spend the whole day at the office but just before lunch, a new case was put on her desk for review.

Elizabeth opened the file and glanced at the series of hand written documents within. Like many of her colleagues, she possessed a sixth sense that told her when a case was worth pursuing, and the more she read about this one the more she tingled with the knowledge that, here at last, she had found yet another outlet for her ever increasing passion for cruelty.

Mrs Barns the Headmistress of a local school had raised concern about a brother and sister from a one-parent family. The boy was fourteen and the girl eleven and they lived with their father, their mother having left some six months ago with a neighbour. She was now reportedly lived in Spain.

The boy was displaying signs of guardianship over his sister and the PE teacher had noticed strap marks on their bodies, which he attributed to their father’s heavy-handed discipline.

Elizabeth immediately phoned the school to make an appointment to interview the children and was put through to Mrs Barns who confirmed that they were both at school that day.

“I will need to interview them both in private!” Elizabeth explained.

Some schools were reluctant to allow pupils to be interviewed without a parent being present, and Elizabeth held her breath, listening to her heartbeat until at last Mrs Barns agreed, saying that she understood why, and that there was a indeed a room she could use where she wouldn’t be disturbed.

******

The journey across town was long and arduous, but finally Elizabeth arrived at the school and pulled up in a reserved packing space for visitors and swung her long legs out of the GTi Golf. The children were playing outside as she strode towards the entrance and the secretary showed her to the Headmistress’s office.

Claire Barns introduced herself with a warm smile and offered Elizabeth a seat before closing the door and re-taking her seat with a sigh.

“I do so hate it when these things happen,” she explained. Elizabeth allowed herself to look concerned before starting on what was now her well rehearsed script: Nothing proven yet, let’s hope we’re in time, let’s see what we’re up against, and all the other clauses that calmed others in authority and helped gain her the trust she needed to work unhindered with the children.

“Where are they now?” Elizabeth asked, anxious to get started.

“Oh! I thought it best to let them play, but as soon as the come in I’ll have them brought straight to you,” Claire explained.

“Thank you! That will be most satisfactory,” Elizabeth said.

“Now! Perhaps you would like to see the room?” Claire asked.

“Oh! Yes please,” Elizabeth replied.

After what seemed like corridor after corridor Mrs Barns stopped outside a room and showed Elizabeth inside. The room was used as a makeshift first aid station and had a high window that let in some light, but more importantly kept all the activity within completely private. Two chairs had been arranged facing a study medical couch leaving little space for manoeuvre, but for Elizabeth’s purposes this was perfect.

“Thank you! This will be fine,” Elizabeth replied, her excitement suddenly swelling as she heard the sound of the whistle.

“Would it be best if I had a teacher stay with them?” Clare asked.

Elizabeth pretended to consider it, a frown masking her fear, and then shook her head. “No! Children will sometimes talk much more freely to a stranger than to someone they know. They may feel embarrassed,” she explained. Mrs Barns nodded her understanding and left the room with a smile.

Elizabeth sat down on one of the chairs and placed her briefcase on the other, ensuring that the children would only have the couch to sit on and waited, her imagination keeping her alert and excited.

It seemed an age before the children were brought in, yet the clock on the wall indicated it had only been ten minutes. Elizabeth smiled at the timid children, noticing how protective the boy had become of his sister who almost deferred to him, waiting for him to tell her what to do.

“Hello! My name is Elizabeth Martin and I am a Social Worker,” she explained with a smile, extending a hand to the boy and watching him closely as he saw the offer and shook hands with her.

“I’m Tom, and this is Sarah,” he told her.

“Hello Sarah,” Elizabeth said, smiling her kindest as she reached out a hand.

Sarah glanced upwards towards her brother, and then meekly took the offered hand before jumping up onto the couch beside him. With her thighs together, the girl sat with her hands clasped together, her eyes downcast and with points of bright colour on her cheeks.

Tom, on the other hand, looked both nervous and alert as he watched Elizabeth like a frightened doe, his body language speaking of many hidden secrets and repressed feelings. Elizabeth saw all this in a moment, her warm smile never wavering as her assessment had begun picking up clues to what was happening.

“Do you know why you’re here?” she asked. “No,” Tom told her, his voice saying otherwise.

“What about you Sarah?” Elizabeth asked softly.

Sarah shook her head, but Tom was already answering.

“She don’t know nothing, right?” he told her.

“My, my. Aren’t we angry!” Elizabeth laughed, the mood in the small room was almost palatable, and it was so strong.

“I’m not angry! We just want to be left alone,” Tom told her.

“But I’m worried about you both,” Elizabeth explained.

“There’s no need to be! Were both ok,” Tom told her.

“You say that, but neither of you look it,” Elizabeth replied.

Tom caught himself and looked up to the ceiling, his body tense as he fought to try and look sane and normal. Elizabeth had seen it done many times before and wasn’t fooled.

“Both of you have changed recently,” she explained calmly, helping the boy calm down. “Mrs Barns tells me that your PE teacher has seen marks on you’re bodies and they are concerned that you are both being abused,” Elizabeth explained.

“They shouldn’t be so nosy!” Tom burst out, his face red.

“She is just worried about you both!” Elizabeth told him sternly. She watched her words sink in, then explained more fully who she was and what powers she held. “At the end of this interview I will need to decide whether to take you into care or not,” she explained.

Sarah looked nervously towards her brother whilst Tom looked uncomfortable, gnawing at his bottom lip while his eyes drifted off as he tried working out what to do.

“Now! I want you both to show me your marks,” Elizabeth told them.

Tom was silent and the silence lengthened until Elizabeth turned to Sarah and asked her directly.

“Show me your marks!” Elizabeth demanded.

The girl began to cry and turned to her brother for permission.

“I said show me!” Elizabeth spat sternly.

Weeping softly, Sarah climbed off the couch and shuffled round till her back was presented to Miss Martin. The child raised her skirt; her head once again bowed as she lowered her knickers to expose a delightful little bottom and thighs and Elizabeth inhaled sharply as she saw the strap marks, the edges now starting to turn purple with the bruising.

“Turn!” Miss Martin ordered.

Sarah turned around and Elizabeth was delighted to see that the fronts of her thighs were just as badly marked, and that her clitoris was enticingly visible between the folds of her hairless little cunt and just begging to be pinched.

“These look recent! Are they?” Elizabeth asked. Sarah nodded among fresh tears.

“Who did this?” Elizabeth asked, kneeling to get a closer look. “You can tell me!” she whispered.

“It was dad!” Tom spat, reaching for his sister and crushing her against him, his arms protectively around her shoulders as she wept. “There we’ve told you. Now leave us alone!” he cried.

“Show me yours!” Elizabeth ordered the boy.

Tom pushed his little sister aside to stand in front of Miss Martin, and then turning his back lowered his trousers and underpants to expose his thighs and bottom to the woman. Elizabeth was delighted to see that he had lost control of his cock and was desperately trying to hide his erection, but there weren’t any marks other than on his back.

Satisfied with what she’d seen, she smiled comfortingly and resumed her seat to wait patiently for Sarah to stop crying and enjoy their embarrassment, as she made them remain naked until she was ready.

“Right! Get dressed. We’re going,” she told them. “I’m going to take you to somewhere safer,” she explained.

She left the children in the room to explain the outcome to Mrs Barns, then led the brother and sister to her car, letting them get into the back before she got behind the wheel to drive off.

Almost immediately Sarah began to cry continuing even after her brother told her to stop.

“I don’t want to go,” Sarah complained.

“We have to,” Tom told her sharply.

“I want to go home!” the little girl wailed.

“Perhaps later, if you’re good and do as you’re told,” Elizabeth said, keeping her eyes partly on the road, and partly on the rear-view mirror angled down so she could keep an eye on the children.

A thrill passed through her as she saw Tom’s hand slide down his sister’s thigh to lift her skirt, just enough so the finger he used as a talon would dig into her but wouldn’t leave any marks below the hem.

Slowing down so she could watch the boy terrorise his sister, she dreamt of all the things she had planned for the children and just knew that she wasn’t going to be disappointed.

******

The old bungalow that she had used to terrorise Brenda and Rachel Thornton stood empty now. Sarah sniffled and whimpered, but held off from crying as her brother took her arm and followed Miss Martin inside. The furniture was still there, and her special bag of equipment still lay under the bed in one of the bedrooms.

“Is this where we’re going to stay?” Tom asked, following her.

“No! This isn’t where you’re going to stay,” Elizabeth told him, as she placed her briefcase on the bed.

“Will we still have to go to school?” Sarah asked.

“Yes! You will still have to go to school, but it will not be an ordinary school but one for delinquents like you, where you will be taught special lessons,” she warned.

“I don’t understand! What special lessons?” he murmured.

“You may not understand, but I do,” Elizabeth explained. “It wasn’t your dad who gave Sarah those marks, was it? It was you!”

Tom looked shocked and horrified, an almost convincing act. “Why would I do that? She’s my sister!” he gasped.

“Because you enjoy it,” Elizabeth told him.

“What about the marks on my back?” Tom sneered. “I suppose you think I did those to myself,” he continued.

“Yes I do! You either did it yourself, to hide the fact only Sarah was getting hurt, or you had her do it, because you enjoy that too,” Miss Martin explained.

Tom looked at the briefcase that lay on the bed, the latches undone just waiting for the lid to be opened, then Miss Martin smiled as Tom’s mouth opened and his eyes widened as she opened the lid.

“We’re about to find out which,” she explained removing a pair of leather wrist restraints.

“No! No, no,” Tom muttered, stepping back as she approached, towering over the boy and holding them up for him to see.

“Surely you’re not afraid! A big boy like you,” she teased, smiling wickedly as she pounced on him and quickly secured his wrists together while Sarah looked on from the far side of the room, her eyes large and round, her thumb stuck solidly in her mouth.

Tom gasped and tried pulling his wrists free, but Elizabeth dragged him back and lifted his wrists up to attach the restraints to a bracket high up on the wall.

“You can wait there for a while,” Elizabeth said with a smile, blowing him a kiss as she left the bedroom. She didn’t go far, only out to the car to fetch her spare clothes from the boot, and then back to the bathroom to change from her office clothes into the ones she preferred for these special occasions.

Once she was naked, she drew the small waist corset about her and diligently did up each of the small eyes and hooks, slowly tightening it before turning it into position, just below her free standing breasts.

Of the various pairs of thongs she always carried, she chose those of a thin black gauze material, knowing that her cunt would hold the boy’s eyes and have him drooling. She smiled as she anticipated what the children’s reaction would be and slid her feet into a pair latex and leather high heeled boots that clung to her legs all the way up to her knees.

Finally, before returning to them, she slid on a pair of long black silk gloves, smoothing the tight material along her arms and flexing her fingers within the stretch fabric. Elizabeth looked at herself in the mirror, freezing as she saw her mother’s reflection behind her.

Suddenly breathless, she watched the apparition as it inspected her, the older woman’s eyes sliding almost dismissively over her practically nude body. Then the ghost smiled and nodded.

“Don’t disappoint me child,” she told her daughter.

“I won’t,” Elizabeth promised, her mother’s words bringing on a new excitement to her body, a tingling alertness to her skin that would flare to warm pleasure as soon as she was looked upon.

She walked from the bathroom with a fresh confidence and allure, her long legs taking her quickly to the door of the bedroom in which the children waited. For a moment she felt the fear of what would happen if she had misjudged them, if they told of what she had done, then the power of her deceased mother flooded her again and she swept into the room, her eyes daring the children to disobey.

Elizabeth stood in the doorway of the bedroom and smiled at the sudden silence she had produced. The boy, fresh tears sliding down his cheek, stopped crying and struggling to stare at her, his cock unmistakably twitching in his school trousers as his eyes beheld her firm breasts and realised that he could see right through the little pair of thongs she was wearing.

“So Tom! The question is, do you like being whipped, or do you do it so it looks like you’re being hit too?” Elizabeth asked, moving forward to let the spirit of her mother enter the room before closing the door.

Tom swallowed and continued to stare at her, his eyes bringing a tight tingling to her nipples and a warm fire to the base of her belly. She strode over to him and let him look at her, enjoying the boy’s eyes on her prized body and sensing the spirit of her mother standing near by, approving of her stance.

“I am really going to hurt you!” she told him, leaning forward to put her face near to his. His skin glowed with his excitement and his eyes threatened to pop out of his head as her stance brought her breasts closer. “Will you like that?” she teased, letting him inhale her perfume and bending forward to squeeze his excited cock through his trousers.

Tom cried out and shook as her handling of his cock proved too much. Jerking out of control, he surged with the repeated spurting of his seed under her knowing fingers, until her chuckle killed his pleasure and left the pool of his seed to cool tackily around his shrinking cock.

Elizabeth knelt, her excitement becoming a hot throb between her legs as her mother purred over her shoulder, watching with the same eagerness, as she undid his trousers and swiftly drew them down.

Giggles erupted from her as his seed caused long strings between his wrinkled cock and his lowered underpants. Light brown hairs sparsely growing around his loins and balls were matted with the pearly liquid while more gleamed upon his sorry looking shaft, now soft and shrunken.

“What’s the matter? Can’t you control yourself?” Elizabeth teased, holding his now placid cock and licking the tip, the flavour sliding into her mouth and sending a surge of excitement through her as she remembered that this was the seed of a young boy.

Closing her mouth over the shaft she licked the strong flavour of his seed, not so much liking the taste, but thrilled by the thought of the erotic lessons she was teaching him. Elizabeth stood and stepped over to her case, the site of her bottom divided by the tight thong causing his cock to grow hard again and his balls to tighten painfully. There were a host of toys in the case, but she had no hesitation in selecting the thinnest of the three leather straps and stroked the slender leather with her fingers. Her mother smiled her thinnest smile, a mark of her approval, and sat on the bed to watch, her legs crossed under her tight black skirt, her long and pale fingers linked together over her knee.

Sarah stood in the corner, a look of awe on her pretty face as she starred at Miss Martin’s strange clothes and nakedness. Elizabeth went to her and stroked her face with the leather strap, watching her pant and shake, her eyes turned up with a mix of fear and adoration for her new mistress.

“What did he use?” Elizabeth asked.

“He’s got a strap, under his mattress,” Sarah whimpered. Elizabeth nodded and knelt in front of the child.

“Undress! I want to examine the marks again,” she demanded.

Sarah blushed, yet her little fingers went to her clothes, undoing the buttons and clasps, pulling and tugging at her clothes until everything but her white socks had been removed.

She then turned and stood still, waiting patiently for Elizabeth to finish her rough examination of her tender skin. Elizabeth sobbed as an orgasm pulsed its way through her, fed by the glorious sight of the marks that criss-crossed the girl’s lovely little bottom and thighs and she continued her examination even when Sarah started to cry with the pain.

“So! He has you hit him in return,” Elizabeth stated.

Sarah nodded, her little loins squirming as Elizabeth extended a probing finger under her bottom gently tracing the crease of warm and soft flesh that she found there.

“Don’t you like hitting him, or does he only like it soft?” Elizabeth probed, her finger finding a warm moistness that hadn’t been there before.

“I can never do it right, and he gets angry,” Sarah complained, squirming all the more as Elizabeth began to draw the wetness between the cheeks of her tight little bottom to that dirty place her brother liked looking at so much. What was it about her bottom hole that intrigued him, she wondered, squirming and panting as the knowing finger spurred new sensations within her little body.

“Well! Now its time we got our own back,” Elizabeth told her, smiling into the child’s perplexed expression, watching her blushes grow as she lifted the finger smeared with her girlish excretions and avidly sucked the flavour from it.

“Don’t listen to her! She lies all the time!” Tom cried from across the room, the feeling of impending doom forcing him to struggle once more, no matter how useless he knew it to be.

Elizabeth enjoyed the view. There was a particular delight in watching a young boy struggle, his clothes half undone, and his energetic cock slapping from side to side as he heaved and squirmed.

“We’re going to hurt you,” she told him, lifting the thin leather strap so his eyes would be drawn to it.

Tom stopped struggling and stared at the slender strap, his breath quickening at the thought of what it would do. His cock lurched uncontrollably as he looked at the half naked body of the woman holding the strap, and sobbed with the thought of her standing over him.

“Come!” Elizabeth told Sarah, taking hold of the child’s hand to walk over to where Tom trembled and panted, a strange look in his eyes as he breathlessly waited for the torture to begin.

“Watch, and learn my girl,” Elizabeth said with a smile and hiding for now all the sadistic thoughts that sprung to mind. She stepped in front of the quivering whimpering young boy and parted her thighs to give herself good balance.

His eyes went directly to her panties, exciting her with the way they starred into the thong covering her mature cunt, eager to see her without them.

“That’s it my boy, keep looking,” she urged. “Every glance, every look, earns you extra strokes,” she told him, her cunt burning hotly.

“That’s not fair!” he cried, visibly shaking.

Grinning mirthlessly, Elizabeth swung the strap from her right side to have it land across his left thigh. Whilst the slap would have stung, the tip of the leather strap inflicted the real pain as it whipped into his bottom. The result was a look of astonishment on his face and a cock that started to harden with renewed vigour.

“That’s my boy,” Elizabeth crooned, her arm crossing her body to bring the strap down upon his right thigh, the tip whipping into his bottom to bring a sharp cry from the boy and a jerk forward.

“Miss!” he gasped, hot tears springing to his eyes as the fearsome pain made him dance and squirm in front of her and his sister.

Elizabeth aimed slightly lower, landing another to his right thigh before doing the same to his left, waiting each time for him to settle before delivering the next. Hot tears exploded from his eyes along with a sharp cry of pain, then a whimper and sob, his lower body taking a time to settle for the next.

And yet, despite all the pain, his youthful cock retained all of its hardness, sticking out from his loins and straining for relief.

“Just look at his naughty cock!” Elizabeth told Sarah. She ran the tip of the strap along the underside and laughed as it jerked upwards in eagerness.

“Still hard!” she chuckled, and flipped the leather back and down to deliver a smarting slap to the shaft. Tom gasped, his eyes wide as he was brought to his toes by the amazing sensations coursing through him. As the sensations ebbed he whimpered, wordlessly begging for another, and yet more, whatever it took to bring on his all-encompassing pleasure.

“Look Sarah! He wants to come again,” Elizabeth grinned. The boy sobbed, his moist eyes begging her to complete her task.

“Here! You have a try,” Elizabeth told the girl, and passed her the strap before standing to one side to let her step nervously into her position.

“You’ll need to be a little closer than I was,” she told her, edging her forward until she was only a foot or two from her panting brother.

“Now! What do you want to whip. His thighs, his bottom or his cock?” Elizabeth asked.

“Everything!” Sarah announced loudly. Elizabeth suppressed the urge to pull the girl’s sweet little face into her dripping crotch and instead, knelt behind her to help guide her.

“Wrist loose, firm grip, use your shoulder and swing, aiming the strap about half way down his thigh,” she explained, her face close behind the child, breathing in her scent and lovely nakedness.

Sarah concentrated, eager to please the strange woman who taught her, and swung the leather strap round. It slapped loudly into her brother’s thigh, perhaps too loudly, but he cried out and jerked forward just the way he was meant to, a look of pain on his face.

Despite his obvious pain, Elizabeth was delighted when his cock jerked and hardened. “Good girl!” She told Sarah, stroking her smooth skin and aching to feel the girl bound beneath her, crying mournfully as she eked all the pleasure she could from the little tart.

“Now the other thigh!” she urged hotly.

Sarah concentrated again, remembering what she had been taught. Tom whimpered in the fresh agony of having to wait, his body jerking in anticipation, his bottom clenched against the forthcoming pain. Then it arrived, as hot and blistering as he’d imagined. It whipped in enough to tenderise the skin, but then bit into his bottom like the bite of a snake, sudden and hot. He jerked anew, crying out and tightening his eyes against the fresh tears that flooded out of him.

“Oh, very good,” Elizabeth told the young and breathless girl.

Sarah glowed, not only from the praise, but also from the hand that slid along her inner thighs, stroking the soft skin and making her cunt tingle maddeningly.

“Now let’s try his naughty cock!” Miss Martin suggested. Once again Elizabeth showed her how to aim first, then concentrate on the area she wanted to strike, her arm slowly drawing back. Finally, Sarah swung the slender leather strap, her aim letting it strike the crown of his cock causing him to howl and dance, and fresh tears to spring from his eyes.

“Again!” Elizabeth urged, a hand holding the girl still as her fingers became more insistent between the child’s thighs, pushing her thick labia apart to feel the tender insides of her cunt. A surge of excitement enveloped her as she found warm and sticky wetness waiting for her.

As Sarah swung the strap, this time hitting his cock towards the base, the howl of pain that filled the room was music to Elizabeth’s ears. As a reward she delved her moist fingertip between the girl’s tight bottom cheeks and invading her anus.

Sarah gasped, her eyes widening as she was invaded. She quivered and panted, licking her lips with her eyes fixed on her brother’s rampant cock, but she never tossed her hips or tried escaping the invading finger, as it was moved back and forth, pulling and pushing on her clenched anal ring.

“Bend forward!” Elizabeth urged, her heart hammering as she pried the lovely bottom cheeks wide apart, and then roughly pushed a finger into her anus.

With a little whimper, Sarah obeyed, her eyes widening with the new sensations as the fingers moved and ripples of pleasure radiated within. The fingers edged outward and she tightened and groaned then they pushed inwards again and she lost her breath.

“Good girl! Now watch and learn,” Elizabeth told her. She stood and went to the boy, pressing her body up against him, and purring as she saw his eyes widen as he stared at her pronounced nipples.

“Now! Do you want some more, or are you going to obey me?” she teased, smiling at his expression as she waved her fingers under his nose, the very ones she had just withdrawn from his sister’s bottom.

“No more, please!” he begged.

Elizabeth crooned delightedly and drew her fingertips along his lower lip. He jerked away and her smile melted as she reached for his hair with her other hand and savagely pulled his face back again.

“Don’t anger me boy!” she warned.

The fear in the boy’s eyes consoled her and also brought back the tingling in her body. Tracing his lips with her flavoured fingers increased it, and she was quivering with lust as she forced her soiled fingers passed his lips and teeth, chuckling as he tried in vein to keep his tongue away from them.

“You must learn obedience,” she warned, unfastening the restraints from the wall and steering him towards the bed. He whimpered and a groaned, his eyes wide with fear as she push him down on his back, his cock still painfully hard, the shaft glowing where the leather strap had hit it.

“Not a word!” she warned him, her voice darkly threatening as she waiting to be sure of his compliance, and then reached for her panties.

Tom panted on the bed, his breath quickening as his heart hammered with the sight of the woman drawing her panties off before straightening to stand over him. He whimpered, unable to look away from her cunt, from the way her flesh curved, the way her pubis had been cut back, the way her inner thighs gleamed.

“Not a sound!” she warned, climbing onto the bed and astride him. She shuffled upwards, grasping his cock to make him gasp and lift his loins. Her thumb wiped the drool from his pee eye and her hand drew it off his shaft, preferring to have it enter her hard and dry. She held him at her portal, using his cock head to draw her labia apart, then, without any preamble, forced herself roughly down on his engorged cock.

Elizabeth was sure she could feel her mother’s hands on her shoulders, helping to push her down. She was hardly fully astride his young cock before the wealth of sensations and the thought of her mother being there conspired to bring her on.

The surge of pleasure swept upwards from her cunt, bursting in a multitude of explosions within her body, each one driving her to jerk and tense while a light show filled the insides of her eyelids.

Somewhere, deep in her orgasm, she heard the boy cry out and felt him jerk upwards with his own pleasure spike, otherwise she ignored him, preferring her thoughts on what was to come, than what she had already achieved.

Sated, she rose to stand over the boy, her smile cold and cruel as she viewed him, panting for breath and still glowing, his cock drooping now he had spent, much of his seed lying on his smooth flesh around his cock.

“Sarah!” she called.

The girl hesitated as she stared at her brother, her pretty little face glowing from what she had witnessed.

“Do you want me to punish you?” Elizabeth asked her.

Sarah shook her head in an emphatic no to make Elizabeth smile.

“Then you’ll obey, won’t you?” she asked.

“Yes, Miss!” Sarah said licking her lips, her eyes darting to her brother’s cock where it gleamed and lay spent in a pool of its own making. Elizabeth laughed and cuddled her, then pushed towards her brother.

“Now lick!” she whispered, patting her on her bottom. “Be a good girl now,” she urged, sensing the child’s hesitation.

Elizabeth felt the rekindling of her excitement as she watched Sarah nervously crawl onto the bed to kneel between her young brother’s thighs. Her expression spoke of the mixed feelings and the battle that raged within her.

Sarah glanced back towards Miss Martin, as if to judge how cruel she might be to her if she disobeyed. Then, finally, guessing Elizabeth wouldn’t hesitate to punish her, she lowered her mouth and cautiously began to lick the gooey mess from around her brother’s slowly hardening cock.

“Do it!” Elizabeth warned as Sarah’s face showed her revulsion at the taste.

Beginning to cry, she looked towards Elizabeth imploringly.

“If you don’t! Then I’ll punish you, just like I punished Tom,” Miss Martin threatened.

Sarah began to weep, her tears splattering her brother’s groin. Yet, knowing the alternative, the young girl still drew her tongue through the pearly seed lying on her brother’s warm skin, licking it up and screwing her face up each time she had to swallow.

Elizabeth felt the glow of her mother’s love and presence and basked in the approval of her actions. Watching Sarah lick her brother’s groin, her tongue clearly exciting him, she returned her finger between the girl’s small bottom cheeks and slipped her finger into her tight little anus smiling as the child whimpered.

“Come along now!” Elizabeth urged. She roughly inserted her finger and Sarah’s face was soon pressed firmly into her brother’s groin where his cock hardened and was eager to come again.

The control she had over these children ignited fresh pleasure and excitement and she tingled all over, hungry to teach them many more of her cruel lessons.

“We are going to have so much fun,” Elizabeth told them. “Unfortunately it won’t be right now,” she informed them looking at her watch and smiling as the relief begun to show on their little faces.

****** It was nearly a week before Elizabeth was to see them again on their own. She yearned to be with them, but there were procedures to follow and breaking any one of them would have raised too many questions. So she waited, working the system towards her own ends, confident that the children would play their part after her cruel threats.

As the hours turned to days and the authorities continued to lack proper details from the children, they welcomed her suggestion of removing them from the Special Unit and placing them where they would be more likely to talk.

She also suggested keeping the staff to a minimum, as they appeared apprehensive if there were too many adults. Richard Cross welcomed her ideas and managed to persuade his colleagues to offer her the position of looking after the children during their brief stay at the safe house.

Delighted, Elizabeth let herself be cajoled into the role.

That Monday, she was at the door of the safe house to greet Tom and Sarah as they entered carrying a small bag of clothes. They looked at Miss Martin, Tom licking his lips, his face flushed and Sarah chewing on her lower lip whilst her eyes grew large and moist.

“Come now!” she said, stepping to one side to let them in. The man from the council who had brought them drove away with a wave and Elizabeth closed the door on the outside world. Her bosses had told her to take whatever time she needed to uncover the truth. It would also give the children time to recover from the ordeals she had planned for them, she thought, moistening at the very thought.

All had been prepared and all was ready. Her plans had worked and now she buzzed with excitement and expectation, fighting against the urge to fling herself upon them and bathe in their screams. They looked back at her, the girl timidly, the boy with a mixture of excitement and nervousness.

Elizabeth breathed in and was certain that she could smell their fear.

“What are you going to do to us?” Sarah asked timidly.

Elizabeth smiled and knelt down beside the girl, her hands reaching up to stroke her little face remembering just how lovely her little bottom was and how tight her anus had clenched her finger.

“We’re going to play some naughty games!” she answered, turning to smile at the young boy. “Your brother likes being hurt, so we’re both going to hurt him,” she explained.

“I don’t like it when he hurts me though,” Sarah told her.

Elizabeth laughed and pulled the sweet girl to her. “That’s probably because he doesn’t do it right,” she told her. She drew her back to look into her angelic little face. “I’m going to make you love it!” she promised.

“We were only playing,” Tom suddenly said. He stood off to one side trembling, not sure what he wanted, not if it meant being hurt. Elizabeth’s grin didn’t help him either, but just made him more excited and more confused.

He wished his mother were still with them. He wished she were there now, ready to take him over her lap the way she used to do, slowly drawing his underpants down while scolding him in that soft voice she had, then spanking his bottom with that slow methodical slapping that very slowly brought a warmth throughout his lower body while causing his cock to rub repeatedly against her warm thighs. “We’re only going to be playing too,” Elizabeth promised. “Undress and be ready for me when I return,” she ordered, closing the curtains and stepping out of the room.

In the bathroom her latex bodysuit hung from the shower-rail, a heater blowing warm air onto it to soften it ready for climbing into. Several enema bulbs lay waiting to be filled, and her mother stood beside the bath, her eyes critically glancing at the bodysuit.

Elizabeth licked her lips and began undressing, her mind suddenly full of the thought of being punished so close to the children in the other room. What if they stepped out and saw her? What would they think, what would they do? She undid her bra and lowered her panties, stopping suddenly as she realised her mother’s attention had turned towards her, the dark eyes lit from deep within.

“Come here!” the apparition told her, a hand extended and a long finger curling. Elizabeth recalled the times when she had been naked in front of her demanding mother. The woman’s cold fingers took hold of her nipples and pinched and the memories of her childhood punishments sprung to mind as a fiery pain shot deep into her breasts.

“You must be ready for them,” her mother told her. Her mother’s long nails bit into her nipples and surges of pain shot deep through them. She hissed through clenched teeth, trembling as her mother smiled.

“Thighs apart,” she was told.

Elizabeth knew better than to argue or hesitate. She was a child again, knowing her place in the family household and undergoing any act, no matter how painful or embarrassing, in order to win her mother’s approval. Her thighs apart, her outer labia parting, her inner unfurling, a roar in her ears and a burning on her face she felt her clitoris swell demanding her attention.

“Silently,” she was warned, her mother watching her expression attentively as her fingers slid softly onto her prepuce.

“Not a sound,” her mother warned as the nails of her finger and thumb closed over the shaft of her clitoris hood and Elizabeth arched as the unbelievable sensations engulfed her. Agonising pain, yes, but of a type that swelled her cunt and filled it with moisture.

In but a moment she was ready, her body open and eager and overflowing with moisture. Embarrassment engulfed her as her mother laughed knowingly, but her body responded wantonly to the fingers that slid deeper between her thighs, her thighs flexing in an open invitation to spear into her and hold her pierced upon them.

“Now! You’re ready,” her mother told her. Cold fingers teased her at the very opening to her love canal, and then evaporated along with her mother’s form leaving her alone and gasping for air in the small bathroom.

******

Returning to the lounge carrying the enema bulbs and dressed in her tight fitting black latex bodysuit, Elizabeth found the children waiting naked, their hands coyly trying to hide their genitals from each other.

Seeing her dressed as she was, their mouths fell open, their eyes enlarging as they took in the shape of her body, only the tone and texture of her skin left hidden from their young and inquisitive eyes.

“Hands on your heads!” she told them, closing the door and pausing to give them the opportunity to look on her full bottom, the latex stretched around each firm cheek and faithfully following every dip, curve, crease and hollow of her body.

She turned to look at them, smiling at Tom’s cock as it started to harden and stand out from his flat loins, a sprinkling of hair around its base. Then her eyes swung to Sarah, a full head shorter than Tom but with a body that was yet to develop. Her skin was smooth and pale, and rolling outward from between her thighs was her lovely vulva, the lips girlishly thick and rounded, and the long undeveloped shaft of her prepuce just visible.

“Today! We’re going to play Doctors and Nurses. I bet you’ve played that before, haven’t you?” Elizabeth asked, grinning as she put the enema bulbs down on the arm of the settee.

Tom stared at Elizabeth’s behind as she bent forward to screw the nozzles onto the enema bulbs. Then she turned to look at him, her thighs parting in an open invitation for him to look more closely at her.

“I bet you’d like to put your naughty cock inside me again, wouldn’t you Tom?” she teased. She put a hand between her thighs and traced the curves the thin latex followed so faithfully, her cunt igniting as her nails slid over the gulf of her open pudendum.

“But you can’t,” she told him. “You see! I’m going to be the Doctor and Sarah is going to be the Nurse. That means, you’re going to be the patient!” she grinned.

Tom licked his lips and swallowed. In his games, the patient had to undergo a very close and revealing examination that culminated in having objects pushed deep into their bottoms. He wasn’t too sure he wanted that for himself and his expression said as much to the grinning woman.

The game was universal and Elizabeth knew exactly what he would have done. Now, sitting on the settee and loving the way the stretched latex pulled at her skin, she called the children nearer.

“Now! What seems to be the problem?” she asked, her hands going to Tom’s smooth young body to caress him, a thrill of excitement making her breath quicken.

“It’s my thigh, Doctor,” he told her sullenly. Elizabeth slapped him sharply across the face, and then dragged his head round by the hair so she could look into his wet and frightened eyes.

“Be very careful not to anger me,” she whispered over his whimpering reaching down to take a firm grip of his cock.

“Are you sure it’s not this?” she asked. His cock had softened slightly when she had hit him, but it didn’t take long for her to bring it back to life and now it glowed wantonly.

“Hold it tight nurse,” Elizabeth urged, reaching into her case and extracting small leather pouch.

While Sarah licked her lips and timidly held her brother’s cock still, Elizabeth eased the pouch over his balls, then wrapped the slender leather straps around the base of his now rampant cock, restricting the blood flow and ensuring that he wouldn’t loose his erection.

“Bend over!” Elizabeth ordered.

Too frightened to disobey, Tom bent over. Elizabeth smiled at his bottom, and used her thumbs to roughly part his tight cheeks so that Sarah and her could admire his small and dark little ring of corrugated muscle that was his anus.

“Test it!” Elizabeth told Sarah, watching the child with growing excitement.

Sarah seemed a little unsure, but she knew what Elizabeth had meant. Her finger slowly extended, her eyes darted between Miss Martin and her brother’s anus, as if she was hoping that she would retract her command, but she didn’t.

Her finger touched his anus and her brother gulped and swallowed, trembling a little as he waited for what was to come. Then she pressed her finger into the forgiving entrance, forcing it to allow her entry, sliding her finger in an inch before stopping.

“Deeper,” Elizabeth demanded, keeping Tom’s bottom cheeks apart.

Sarah obediently pushed her finger all the way in, an inch and a half now buried inside her brother’s anus. Elizabeth let her hold it there to marinate while she watched her expression turn from disgust to curiosity as she began to revolve her finger and test the boundaries of his stickiness.

Tom panted and shook, glancing back at Elizabeth with a red face as his sister tested his rectum.

“Take it out now and tell me if it needs cleaning,” Elizabeth told the nurse.

The finger was slowly and cautiously withdrawn and then, to Elizabeth’s delight, it pulled the anal ring outward. At last the finger was free, gleaming with the boy’s anal grease, the scent coming faintly to the woman’s nose while the girl screwed up her face and nodded.

“Well! He can clean your finger first!” Elizabeth told her.

She reached for the boy’s short hair and pulled him squealing, around to face his little sister. His eyes showed his terror as Elizabeth took a hold of his jaw, squeezing his mouth open and grinning at his discomfort as Sarah grinned.

“Go on!” she urged, and then the deed was done; Sarah stuck her finger almost savagely into his mouth, then moved it about, cleaning it on his lips and tongue before removing it.

Elizabeth let the boy fall onto the carpet, weeping and spluttering and wiping his mouth on his arm. Picking up one of the enema bulbs she placed it snugly on her lap, letting it lay in the hollow made between her thighs and belly, the large nozzle pointing up and away from her.

“It’s cleaning time!” she called, grinning broadly as she stroked the nozzle just as if it were a cock, sprouting from her lower belly.

Tom eyed it suspiciously, his cheeks gleaming with his recent tears.

“Come now! You don’t want to make me angry now, do you?” she whispered, her eyes threatening much worse if he chose to be difficult.

“Will it hurt?” he whimpered.

“Of course it will,” Elizabeth laughed.

Even Sarah grinned, climbing onto the settee beside her in order to get a good view of what was to happen. Leaning forward, Elizabeth helped Tom climb to his feet, then turned him away from her before drawing him back, her hands firmly about his waist.

Tom shook and whimpered, exciting Elizabeth still further. She breathed in and felt the extra tension of the suit across her breasts. Her thighs were pressed tightly together as she forced him to sit astride her reaching round to fondle his rampant cock.

“Sit! Nice and slow,” Elizabeth told him, her breath hot and loud as she neared the moment when the nozzle on her lap would enter his tender anus.

Still whimpering, Tom bent his knees and leant forward as he slowly sat down on her lap.

Breathlessly, she reached for the nozzle and aimed it towards his anus and then used her other hand to squeeze his leather-encased balls in order to ensure that he fully impaled himself.

A cry escaped him as the nozzle impaled his anus. He tried escaping the cold encroachment into his anus but Elizabeth had his wrists and pulled them around him to help her drag him back. His impalement continued, watched by his wide-eyed little sister, the nozzle slowly submerging into his rectum.

Fully embedded, his body weight pressed down on the bulb of water. Elizabeth felt the pressure and tensed her abdomen and thighs, willing the water to be emptied into his colon with as much force as possible.

Tom cried out afresh as the hot water gushed into his insides. Elizabeth pulled him more firmly down upon her lap and the sensuous feel of the warm latex upon his back and thighs battled with the unforgiving presence of the large nozzle, deep in his bottom.

“Feel it?” Elizabeth asked. She pulled him down firmly, sandwiching the enema bulb between their bodies and ensuring every drop was discharged.

He whimpered, a lovely sound that made her laugh with pleasure and delight.

“Stand up!” she ordered. She offered him no help than to release his wrists and watched him with great delight as he slowly and cautiously drew himself up off the large nozzle.

Then Elizabeth threw the used enema bulb aside and reached for the next one, his face a picture of discomfort as the water was demanding an exit.

“Please Miss,” he begged, his eyes conveying his internal need.

“Not yet! There’s another one to go,” she told him, reaching for him before he could jerk away.

“Miss!” he squealed, his voice warbling as it began to break with adolescence.

“Now, now! You know you’re going to enjoy it in the end,” she told him, using one of her mother’s old sayings. She drew him to her again, and turning him, brought him once more over the standing nozzle.

“There you go,” she crooned, sliding him slowly down upon it and listening to his groans and breathless gasps. When he had impaled himself she drew him more firmly down, pressing the enema bulb and sending the water surging into his bottom.

“Oh yes, yes!” Elizabeth sang, her hands stroking his trembling body and in particular, his extended belly. His cry alternated between falsetto and bass as it began to break and little Sarah giggled off to one side, her face bright with wonder.

Ultimately, Elizabeth’s hands went to his groin and an excited sob escaped her as she found him still rampant, the leather about the base of his cock cutting into the shaft while the crown was bloated, stretched and burning.

“Now! Nice and slow,” she whispered, helping him rise off the nozzle, his anus gripping it in the terror of letting any of the water escape.

“Can I go now please?” he whimpered, clutching his belly as cramps ceased him and bent him over.

“No! Not until your sister has had her turn,” Elizabeth told him, reaching one arm out for a fresh enema bulb, the other for the girl.

The child looked both astonished and frightened as Elizabeth placed the bulb in her lap its nozzle pointing out from her groin.

“Now! I hope you’re not going to be a sissy like your brother,” she cautioned.

Sarah sniffed and stared at the nozzle, no doubt imagining it inside her little bottom. Elizabeth grinned, excitement running through her like a live wire. She couldn’t resist stroking the child, feeling her little breasts, and then running her hand down to stroke her lovely hairless cunt, then turning her to draw her backwards.

Little whimpering sounds came from the girl, but Elizabeth welcomed them. She crooned to the child, watching her sink upon the hard unforgiving nozzle, then smiled with wicked glee as the water was forced in.

Sarah’s whimpering became more urgent as she felt the water being forced into her bottom. Elizabeth stopped her attempt to rise, then gently rocked her back and forth, easing her lower and lower, pushing the bulb of water flat before loosening her grip her. By this time Sarah was gasping and squealing, her eyes wide with the new sensations swiftly rising inside her.

“Lean forward!” Elizabeth urged once the rush of water had ceased and Sarah had calmed.

Sarah did as she was told, crying out in freight at the weird sensations caused by the slow removal of the nozzle. Elizabeth held her, not allowing her to go too far as she replaced one empty bulb with another, then drew the child back to her. A new squeal erupted, closely followed by a wild attempt at escaping the reinsertion of the nozzle into her rectum.

Elizabeth wrapped her arms around the small and naked child, pushing her firmly downwards and quivering with the bliss of feeling the young girl crying against her, stiffening as the water surged once more into her bowels.

“There!” she sighed, a final pull on Sarah’s thighs to ensure every last drop of liquid was inside her, then she let the sobbing girl cautiously slip away, her weeping growing as the water made its presence known.

“Can I go now?” Tom begged, as he knelt with his legs under him, rocking gently as he held his distended belly. His predicament lessened his enjoyment of seeing his sister’s cruel ordeal and now with an even more distended belly than he had she looked as if she was pregnant. Elizabeth admired the pair before shaking her hair and standing. “No! We’re going to do some exercises. Now stand up,” she directed.

Retrieving a whip from her case, one long enough to reach either of them should they disobey, she smiled.

“Now! March on the spot, knees high, heads up!” she demanded, showing them what she meant and feeling the latex suit tighten as she lifted each knee it turn as high as she could. The children tried to copy her, both gasping and crying out as the movements caused fresh cramps in their expended bellies.

Elizabeth used the crop on their bottoms and thighs, willing them to obey her and whipping them until they did.

In minutes she had them crying, wicked red lines marking where she had used the crop to gain their obedience.

“Now jump, legs together, and jump, legs apart!” she called, again showing the children how, her crotch becoming slippery with her wetness as she jumped with legs wide apart, the latex pulling and dragging on her tender skin, a sensation not far different from a gentle spanking of her crotch and one that fuelled her excitement still further.

Whimpering and gasping, mewing and crying out with sudden agony, the children tried to follow her command, earning themselves more marks with the crop as Elizabeth’s pleasure increased.

She stopped after only a couple of minutes, her physical pleasure threatening to swamp her, and ordered the children through to the bathroom. Sobbing and panting they padded through holding themselves, their tearful expressions willing her to let them relieve themselves.

“Get into the bath!” she called, taking down the showerhead and turning it on until she had a warm cascade of water into the bath. The children looked very sorry for themselves, clutching at their rounded belies and softly crying, the welts across their thighs and bottoms starting to glow.

“Go on then! Let it out,” she urged them.

“What! In the bath?” Tom gasped. Elizabeth laughed as she nodded, the boy’s look of disbelief and anguish so priceless to her. With the weight of water finally overcoming him, Tom gave up his resistance and with a sob, let the water shoot from his over-taxed anus.

Sarah whimpered, watching her brother for a moment before she too allowed the water to escape her. Little spurts escaped her first, dribbling down her legs before she finally learnt to relax and let the water rush out of her.

Standing over them and ready to wash them down, she felt the power of control surge within her. The gasping, panting children were hers, to do with as she pleased. She gave them both a final hosing down, and then roughly pulled Sarah to her knees forcing her head back ready for her brother’s cock.

“You’ll let him use your mouth,” Elizabeth hissed, her eyes promising her acute pain if she should argue or disagree.

Instead, fresh tears flowed freely down the young girl’s cheeks while her large dark eyes silently asked her mistress what she’d done wrong to receive such harsh treatment. She knelt in the bath and softly wept, licking her lips as she waited for her brother to approach her.

Tom was soft, his cock a shrunken little tube of flesh that looked dwarfed by the leather pouch encasing his balls. Elizabeth pulled him towards his kneeling sister and gripped his tight little bottom to shove his cock forcefully into her little mouth.

Sarah took it, looking up at Elizabeth for approval, and began to lick, suck and chew on the soft and warm flesh, gagging slightly as it began to grow towards the back of her mouth.

Elizabeth grinned as she watched her face being pushed away by the lengthening shaft. The boy’s look was heaven, his sister’s look even more arousing, and the children looked divine; standing and kneeling in the bath, the girl using her mouth on her brother’s cock, her face gleaming with her tears.

“Right! That’s enough,” Elizabeth said, drying them and marching them from the bathroom to the lounge.

“Nearly there,” she announced, her heart hammering as she took a long triangular piece of wood and placed it along the arm of the armchair. While they watched in worried silence, Elizabeth unrolled two mats of a nylon weave whose pile was unforgiving and painful especially for anyone who had to stand or kneel on them.

Elizabeth placed one mat on the seat of the armchair and the other over the mat that covered the triangular length of wood.

Happy that she had everything ready, Elizabeth drew the zip at the back of the latex body suit down and drew the suddenly loose material downward. Her breasts came free, surging upward in relief and she sighed and reached for them, letting the children watch her caress her breasts and twist her nipples.

She then drew the suit off her hips, pulling and tugging and purring as the material was eased from her bottom and from the walls of her cunt. The children licked their lips and stared at her gleaming body as she kicked the suit away and she let them, loving the sensation their young eyes produced within her.

“Kneel!” she told Tom, her eyes threatening him with untold pain should he do anything but obey her.

As he dropped to his knees and turned to face away from the armchair, Elizabeth pulled Sarah towards it. She squealed in sudden fright, but Elizabeth had a hold of her and easily lifted the struggling girl astride the arm of the chair, then settled her down upon the mat that covered the piece of wood before taking her wrists and pulling them together behind her back.

“No, no. It hurts!” Sarah sobbed, squirming in an effort to escape the torture whilst her arms were bound behind her.

“Of course it hurts!” Elizabeth scoffed.

Elizabeth stood back and smiled. The child still hadn’t learnt that struggling hurt more than keeping still. Hence one moment she was crying out with the pain from the rough mat as she tried lifting her spread vulva from the edge of the wood, then next moment she was squealing madly as the weight of her body pushed the tender insides of her little cunt deep into the mat covering the raised edge of the wood.

“Perfect!” Elizabeth murmured, her breath quickening with the excitement of seeing the girl being tortured so effectively in front of her. She stepped in front of the boy and spread her thighs, groaning with the feel of his eyes on her and shuddered with new excitement as she felt herself swell and open to him.

“Work boy!” she gasped, pushing his head into her crotch and bending her knees outward until she felt his nose and lips slide across her soaking crotch.

“Lick!” she demanded, working her pelvis to smear his face with her excitement and feel the flare of pleasure as his nose rubbed against her cunt. The boy spluttered as his hot breath washed across her wet crotch.

Elizabeth pulled his head more firmly into her cunt and felt his slippery tongue reach into her and lick.

“Yes!” she gasped, as right in front of her Sarah began to learn and fought to keep herself from squirming on the wood. There was no way to escape receiving some pain, but the art was to balance it between the pain in her cunt and the pain in her thighs and feet.

Crying and sobbing uncontrollably, the girl was trying it, her lovely hairless cunt already becoming sore and tender.

Elizabeth worked her hips and thighs to get the best from the boy’s nose, mouth and chin working at her fevered cunt while Sarah slowly learnt to remain still, carefully poised upon the angled wood that cut into her young and hairless cunt and the painful nylon barbs she was being made to stand on.

The child’s mad wailing died to a steady flow of tears and heartfelt sobs while her pain filled eyes watched her brother being used by the evil woman.

Elizabeth adored every moment, willingly suffering the boy’s inexperienced tongue at her vulva.

“Shall I whip you now?” she asked the boy, her eyes fixed on the sore little cunt of his younger sister. She thrust her pelvis into his face and gasped with delight as sharp pleasure swept into her. “Shall I whip your bottom?” she asked, wanting to do the same with the little tart in front of her, her thick labia forced apart by the angled wood she sat astride.

On the verge of pleasure, on the very edge of her wonderful orgasm, Elizabeth stepped back, away from the boy. She sucked in a steadying breath and smiled proudly as her mother nodded her approval from the settee.

“Help your sister off of the chair,” she told the open mouthed boy, her hand reaching down to explore her swollen and wet sex, kindling the fire that still simmered within her, ready to flair the moment either of the children were in pain again.

Tom helped his sister hobbled off the arm of the chair, sobbing and weeping, her thighs held apart by the soreness of her cunt.

“You’re going to make it feel nice again for your sister,” Elizabeth told him, smiling at him as she lifted an old school ruler from her case, the wood dark with age, the flat side polished by the use it had received. “Lie her down on her back over there,” she told him, pointing to the settee where her mother sat, silently watching her.

Tom was obedient and Sarah too caught up in her continuing pain to know what was happening as she was helped onto the settee her thighs raised until her sore little cunt was lifted, exposed to her brother and her mistress.

Elizabeth shook as she looked down at the sore crease of Sarah’s pudendum. The flesh was livid and tender from her little perineum all the way to the apex of her slit, the foot of her pubis.

The glowing flesh cried out to Elizabeth, willing her to feast upon it, to lick and stroke, to further irritate it and bring fresh tearful cries from its young owner.

“Tom! Get on your knees and lick your sister,” she ordered, her mind conjuring up alternatives she would never get away with in real life.

Her mother smiled knowingly, her dark eyes twinkling.

There was a moment of yearning then, a tug upon Elizabeth to go across and offer herself up to her mother, to take up the all-revealing position her mother had taught her from the moment her adolescence had started, to then wait with that all pervading sensation, made up of both terror and excitement before the first strike fell upon her.

The moment passed and Tom knelt in front of his weeping sister and placed his mouth to her sore little cunt, his tongue reaching deep into the open furrow and licking the tender flesh. Elizabeth could imagine the extra sweet taste of that tenderised flesh and shook with the excitement it brought to her.

“Now” Lift your bottom!” she crooned. “Lift it up for your mummy,” she told him breathlessly, watching him slowly obey. “Part your thighs!” she continued, her breath deepening as the leather pouch holding his balls appeared, then his cock, bouncing as it started to regain its hardness in anticipation of feeling the ruler across his bottom.

“Like it, don’t you,” she continued, dropping to her knees and smiling as she watched his tongue work to enter his sister’s little vagina. She drew the flat of the ruler up his hairless thighs and stroked his proud bottom, watching him shake and hearing him pant as he readied himself.

Sarah was mewing and squirming and Elizabeth could imagine the mix of pain and pleasure her brother’s tongue would be causing across her tender little crotch.

The thought added weight to her arm, stiffening the blow to Tom’s bottom. Both children cried out with its landing, Tom from the pain striking inwards, Sarah from the sudden harsh press of his mouth against her sore little cunt.

Their mingling cries surged into her with all the pleasure that a real cock would have provided, surging in to ripple outwards from deep within her. She figuratively inhaled their pain, and then delivered another firm strike to Tom’s handsome bottom.

The boy cried out, his sister jerking and crying out a moment later, and then the lovely bright line appeared across the apex of Tom’s perfect bottom, joining the other in crossing both spheres.

Elizabeth stopped to caress the compact ovals and reach beneath to squeeze the leather encased ball sack, grinning as the boy whimpered. Her hand then slipped upwards, a finger extended to drop upon the indent of his anus and play there, teasing him.

“Nice and clean now,” she teased, her finger lightly moving across the quivering anal ring while the boy panted into his little sister’s upturned crotch. “Lick her bottom hole!” she ordered sharply.

Tom whimpered and pushed his head down, his eyes firmly shut as he obeyed the woman and licked his sister’s tense little anal ring.

Elizabeth delivered a sharp blow to his bottom.

“Harder! Stuff your tongue right in!” she spat excitement and anger making her shake and pant.

Tom squealed in pain, then did as he was told and pushed his tongue into his sister’s anus, hot tears burning tracks down his cheeks as pain and humiliation coursed through him. Elizabeth reached under him and squeezed his hard cock, laughing at his tears.

“So hard and hot!” she told him. “So ready to fuck your little sister!” she suggested, her own cunt dribbling with the thought of the violation.

“Do you want to?” she asked, delivering another sharp slap to his bottom while continuing to squeeze his cock.

“Do you? Do you?” she asked again and again, punctuating every pair of words with yet another swing of the ruler and another sharp slap to his bottom.

“Yeth, yeth!” he cried, the tip of his tongue stuck in Sarah’s tight anus.

“Go on then, you filthy little boy!” Elizabeth spat.

She swung the ruler round to deliver another sharp slap to his bottom crossing the previous red lines now and making him jump with the fresh flair of pain.

“Go on, fuck her sore little cunt!” Elizabeth cried, the use of such rude words inflaming her passion even more.

Weeping uncontrollably, Tom straightened between his sister’s thighs shuffling urgently forward, madly hoping he wouldn’t receive a further slap and jerking when he did. Sarah was laid spread before him, her face wet with tears and yet glowing with sexual pleasure.

The paradox was lost to him as he urgently worked to push his cock down, through her open and sore looking slit to the tiny hole at the base of her vulva. His nervousness increased with every moment, his muscles tensing as he anticipated another blow if the ruler.

It came, just after his cock head was pressed to the hollow of his sister’s vagina. It drove his pelvis forward, forcing his cock into his sister and rupturing the residue of her hymen.

Sarah’s squeal filled the room, a lovely high-pitched squeal that vibrated into Elizabeth, thrilling the woman. The anguish of the young girl was so much more delicious than just the sight of her sore little cunt being stretched almost unbelievably apart by her brother’s cock.

Inflamed and hungry for more, Elizabeth drove the ruler down to strike Tom yet again, her eyes alight as she then watched the boy press even more fiercely into his little sister’s body.

“That’s it, rape her!” she cried, her arm quickening, rising and falling in her eagerness to see the boy jab his cock all the way in, pushing it until only the base remained in view, the flesh pinched by the leather wrapped so tightly about it.

“Now fuck her!” Elizabeth cried, breathless with her excitement.

As the boy began jerking back and forth, painfully working his cock against the tight passage of his sister’s young cunt, Elizabeth drew back and spread her thighs apart. Sarah’s little screams ripped through her body with each fresh press of her brother’s cock and her young body arched and squirmed, spitted on the hard flesh skewering her.

Such a vision swept Elizabeth to new levels of excitement and she began to whip her pubis with the flat of the ruler, her hips jerking forward as the hot pain fed her pleasure.

“Harder!” she called, the ruler now slapping her own vulva, tenderising the pert rounded flesh surrounding her clitoris.

Tom jabbed against his sister’s unyielding crotch; his face contorting in pain as her squeal also tightened her vagina, squeezing him in her burning interior.

“You useless boy!” Elizabeth taunted.

Her face flushed and her cunt demanding urgent attention, she pushed Tom back, off of his little sister, and dragged the wailing, weeping girl to her feet.

“Here!” she told the girl, giving her the ruler. “Be sure to hit him hard, else I’ll fuck you myself!” Elizabeth stormed. She lay back as Sarah had done and raised her thighs, pulling her knees up to her chest while she looked hotly towards the boy.

“Come here Tom!” she panted. Her fingers scratched the inflamed flesh of her sex and pulled on her inner flesh, stretching herself open for his rampant cock. Her eyes settled on the shaft, pink flesh coated with the blood of his sister’s torn vagina.

“Come here!” she crooned, trembling with excitement as she saw Sarah prepare herself to slap her brother’s already sore bottom.

Tom came to her and his cock slid smoothly into her cunt. He sobbed with delight while Elizabeth crooned, her sex gripping him around her wetness while her mind imagined the blood coated cock deep within her.

He seemed all within her, but then Sarah brought the ruler down in the first of her slaps to her brother’s bottom and Tom jerked and gasped, his cock sinking deeper into Elizabeth’s eager body.

Elizabeth gasped with delight and opened herself. Her attention moved to Sarah who concentrated so hard on slapping her brother’s bottom as she had been told, decorating it with freshly bright welts to cover the old, fading ones.

Elizabeth took Tom’s wrists and held them in front of him, stopping him from protecting himself as Sarah’s confidence grew, and the ruler made sharp slaps as it landed harshly against the cheeks of his bottom.

“Yes, yes!” Elizabeth cried, beginning to pant as her growing pleasure escaped her control and began to escalate towards one tremendous orgasm. Sarah continued to smack her brother’s bottom, her own pain and tears forgotten as she put all her strength into each arm swinging stroke of the ruler.

The boy was in agony, his face mirroring it, as the ruler beat into his already tenderised bottom and his cock cried out for some relief, denied to him by the leather bands tightly wound around its base. His cock was driven time and time again into Elizabeth’s cunt, the unforgiving hard leather pouch banging with delicious pain into the apex of her vulva.

One more slap, one more surge of his slender cock, one more crush of her prepuce under his hard abdomen, and Elizabeth felt the door within her unlock and open. “YES!” she wailed, her body suddenly captured by her orgasm.

Elizabeth jerked as if struck and quivered as if electrified. She keened as if in agony and blindly sought her crotch, burying her nails into her swollen sex to jerk yet again as the receding torrent of one orgasm was washed asunder by the wave of yet another.

“Yes, YES, Y E S!” she screamed, giving herself up to her long denied pleasure, her upturned eyes recalling the long path that had led her to it, from the moment the children had taken off their clothes and exhibited their young nakedness to her, to the moment the brother had raped his little sister of her virginity.

The images kept her riding the storm of her body’s release, wave upon wave until the waters calmed and left her lying on the beach of contentment, sated for the first time in weeks, and longing for the next opportunity to satisfy her passion for cruelty.