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SAINT MACARTAN [ part 1 ] This story is a fantasy for adults only. It is purely fictitious and the author does not condone any form of actual abuse - physical, sexual, psychological and emotional - to any person of any age nor does he approve of sexual activities with minors. Please do yourself a favor, if you know you this text is not appropriate for you, don’t read it. Miss Margaret has been running the Saint Macartan orphanage for girls near Belfast for over 30 years. My imagination started racing after I hung up from the phone call she gave me. I had heard rumors, but it was the 1st time I was actually contacted. After all these years, it seems my climb in the social elite was going to earn me more then could reasonably be expected. It was already dark when I got there, one cold misty September night. The old ornamented stone building looked grim and rich, very English. Inside, I was greeted by a dignified butler who promptly took me upstairs. The room was a lounge, furnished in dark crimson leather and luxurious oak wood. The fireplace was lit, throwing faint shadows which flickered, blending with the soft and warm light. I poured myself to a nice single malt scotch from the bottle resting on the side table along with expensive cigars and other delicacies. The walls were covered with bookshelves and old paintings. I sat in one of the five large armchairs which formed a "U", arranged around low table and facing a large window which gave on the dark waterfront outside. In the other half of the room was a large and heavy table which was probably used to eat, play cards or other such activities. Along the wall in the back of the room were four couches, reminiscent of the type found in the office of a psychiatrist. Before long, I was joined by an older gentleman with grey hair who introduced himself as Lord Hatley. We shook hands and I also introduced myself. We sat and chatted for a while, discussing politics and the current state of the world. When I told him that it was the first time I was at the orphanage, he smiled knowingly but continued our discussion without a word about the reason of our presence here that night. An old lady, which guessed was Miss Margaret, finally joined us a while later. She greeted us warmly and made formal introductions. We sat down and discussed. She congratulated me on my new position at the University of Ulster and saluted my growing renown in other, more private, circles. I learned that Lord Hatley was a banker of considerable influence and very likely a member of the local Freemasons. After more chatting, Miss Margaret finally got up and spoke in a calm and solemn tone. - Margaret: Gentlemen, although I enjoy your company immensely and I hope that you are already having a pleasant evening, I wouldn't dare summon you here if there wasn't an opportunity for you to enjoy some finer pleasures that Saint Macartan is honored to offer you, as distinguished and influent members of our select group. She looked at the door and clapped her hands loudly before politely turning back to us. - Margaret: As Lord Hatley already knows and you, M. Pears, are about to find out, we, at the Saint Macartan orphanage, enforce a strict discipline. This sometimes allows us to, shall we say, hit two birds with one stone. There was a knock at the door and Margaret walked over to open it. - Margaret: Obviously, humiliation and displeasure are almost always an integral part of an effective punishment. In certain cases, it is convenient to pair this with an enjoyable evening for Gentlemen such as yourselves. The old lady opened the door and the butler motioned two young girls into the room. They entered sheepishly, staring at the floor in front of them. Margaret thanked the butler and closed the door behind them. Both girls were well groomed and had their hair loose. They were dressed in pajama and looked like they were ready to be sent to the dormitory. - Margaret: Nessa, say hello to our guests. The child looked up at us briefly. She had fiery red hair which was slightly curvy and dropped loosely down her back. She wore a pink pajama which emphasized her fair complexion. Her nose and cheeks were lightly freckled and she was very pretty. - Nessa: Good evening Sirs. - Margaret: Nessa is 13 years old and has been with us since she was born. The lady put her hand on the shoulder of the other little girl. - Margaret: Claire, your turn, say hello. This one had smooth, shoulder length, dark blond hair. She had a cute, slightly upturned little nose and a small, heart shaped mouth. She was wearing a white pajama which looked a bit too big for her. Like the other child, she was also quite charming. - Claire: Good evening. - Margaret: Claire is 11 years old and has been with us for 4 years now. You gentlemen can sit right back down. She grabbed both kids by the arm and brought them in front of the large window, facing us. Outside, the misty night was clearing up with a cold breeze with contrasted with the warmth of the old lounge. - Margaret: You girls know why you ended up here so I don't have to explain that I won't tolerate ANY misbehavior. She spun them around so they faced the window. She grabbed Nessa's hands and crossed them in front of her. The younger girl also joined her hands in the same manner. The old lady made a few steps and got in front of her, putting a knee down to the floor. In one smooth movement, she lowered the young girl's pajama pants down around her knees. She then proceeded to pull up the shirt up around her waist, instructing the kid to hold it there, exposing her smooth butt to us. Even though she was only 11, her curves were definitely feminine and her read end was cute and perky. Without delay, the same thing happened to the little red head and we were treated with a clear view of her naked bum. Her ass cheeks looked a little more round and bouncy and her pale skin made the shadow along her butt crack appear slightly deeper and more intimate. Both girls stayed silent, holding their shirts tight around the waist, their bare buns offered to our prying eyes. The old lady moved to the side of the young blond and started spanking her with a vigor I would not have suspected. The child started sobbing after about a dozen strokes and Miss Margaret moved on to the other one. Nessa received the same correction, the pale skin of her rear end rapidly turning to red as she was being punished. Under our watchful eye, the lady continued alternating and gave the girls a sound spanking on their naked baby asses. After what must have been around 40 strokes each, Margaret took a step back. Claire was softly crying and Nessa was sobbing profusely. Both girls bore the red hue of the punishment on their soft skin and obediently kept still. After a few seconds, the old lady spoke with a firm voice, without having broken a sweat. - Margaret: Alright. Now I want both of you to step out of your pants and put them aside. The girls obeyed, crouching down modestly to avoid bending over in front of us. They removed their pants and pushed them on the floor in front of them, against the window. They stood back up, submissively gathering their shirts back up around their waists. - Margaret: Now, you are going to spread your feet wide. The kids only had a split second of hesitation. The 13 years old spread them widely, parting them around 30 inches apart. The young blond was more modest and the lady slapped her weakly. The child cried some more and spread her legs like her companion. - Margaret: Good. Now, bend over and put your hand against the window in front of you. The girls were relatively far for the said window and really had to bend over far over to reach it, ultimately pushing against it to hold their balance. This gave us an unobstructed view of both their preteen slits. Low between the youngest girl's ass cheeks, we could also a slight darkening of the skin which hinted immodestly at her butt hole. - Margaret: I will let you girls stay there for a minute, let everyone see what you've got. The gentlemen can take a closer look if they feel so inclined. Lord Hatley had a faint laugh and we both rose as Miss Margaret took a few steps back away from the young girls she was offering to our inspection. We got in close and I put a knee to the ground to get a better angle. The old man, obviously less agile and surely more jaded then I was, stood beside me without moving. They were both completely smooth and without a single hair. The 11 years old blond, Claire, had a relatively flat pubic area and the skin of her pussy lips was very similar to the rest, with her actual slit being the only really noticeable part of her privates, cleanly slicing her crotch. This hugely emphasized her youth. Along her ass crack, it was easy to see a slight outward curve in her buns where a hint of tender, slightly purplish skin could be seen, marking the path to her underage rear opening. Nessa's smooth vulva was slightly plumper, bulging delicately, each lip pleasantly rounded. Her fair skin turned to a light pink along her slit. Like her younger friend, her intimate cleft was completely closed in a smooth line, exposing nothing but the baby skin of her outer lips. Unlike the small blond however, the meeting of her naked buns was also smooth with no indentation or coloration anywhere along its delicate valley. - Margaret: You gentlemen can also spread their little slits if you'd like to a more intimate look. One of the children shivered but neither moved an inch. I looked up at my companion who was still observing from his standing position. He motioned silently, leaving the proceedings to my discretion. I slowly raised my fingers to the younger girl and gently pulled her thin lips part. This revealed the deeply colored flesh of her private place and the very small opening of her virgin opening. I held her like that a little while, pulling away to make sure the old man could also get a good view from up where he was. I finally pulled away and turned to expose the other child's little fuck hole. I had to spread the young red head's pussy lips a little farther apart before we were offered a clear view of her intimacy. Her soft flesh was a light pink and looked slightly damp. Her vaginal opening also looked untouched and very tight. She trembled lightly under my fingers, struggling to hold still despite the humiliation she was enduring. Having made sure I offered my companion a clear view, I released the girl and slowly stood up. Margaret motioned us to our heavy leather seats and we went back. - Margaret: Very well, now get back up. We are far from finished. The girls pushed hard against the window and stood up, struggling to keep their balance, unwilling to move their feet which were still widely spread. Both crossed their hands back in front of them, holding their shirts to prevent them from covering their juvenile asses. Margaret got back beside them and produced a wooden paddle. She started whacking away on the orphans' butts, lifting their small buns with each stroke. Both girls rapidly started crying but kept their legs spread and their feet firmly planted on the ground, knowing better than to make any movement. After the vigorous paddling, they stood there, crying softly with their heads bowed down, looking at the floor. The old lady put the paddle away and went to a low table nearby. - Margaret: Now, sadly, both of our young miscreants are still virgins will thus remain so on this night. This doesn't mean, however, that you gentlemen will have to leave unsatisfied… She returned with a small tube of Vaseline. Using the thumb and index of one hand, she spread opens the buttocks of the small blond and smeared the white gel over the purplish dimple of her anus. The child trembled under her touch but didn't resist. Moving over to the red head, she pulled her buns apart and offered us the indecent display of the child's rear opening as she reached for more petroleum jelly. Little Nessa's back orifice was pink and looked neat, nested far between her butt cheeks. Expertly sliding her finger deep between the child's buns, she applied the jelly on her tightly shut anal flower. She stood back and put the Vaseline tube away. - Margaret: Girls, now reach behind and pull your ass cheeks apart. Both girls hesitantly put their hands back on their butts, stretching to get far enough to get an appropriate grasp. Reluctantly, they pulled their buns apart, cruelly offering themselves to our watchful stares. The younger blond immediately offered us a clear view of her puckered anus. For as the red head, she was more hesitant and tried to shield her modesty by opening considerably less. - Margaret: Nessa, spread them. I won't repeat. With a light sobbing, the child obeyed and fully exposed her pink, tightly shut, rear opening. - Margaret: You will both stay like that while the Gentlemen decide which of you each will punish intimately. The girls waited and stayed in position, holding their little rear ends spread and giving us a clear and direct view of their young, lubricated orifices. The sobs coming from the older one made it clear how mutilating their situation was. I looked at Hatley and he spoke calmly, with warm, low voice. - Hatley: Since it is your very first visit at Saint Macartan, the choice is all yours my friend. Anyway, I would gladly enjoy either child… I nodded thankfully and considered both young girls. They endured in silence, submissively holding their buns apart, each girl's anus glistening obscenely in the soft light of the lounge. Turning around in my chair, I addressed Margaret who was spreading white sheets on the couches in the back of the room. - Pears: Lady Margaret? - Margaret: Yes my dear? - Pears: Are they both… humm… you know… new… back there. - Margaret: Young Nessa is. Sadly, Claire's bad behavior has put her in this unpleasant situation once before already. This settled the matter for me. - Pears: Lord Hatley, with your permission, I would chose Nessa then. - Hatley: With pleasure, I'll be happy to take the blond one. Margaret nodded in approbation and walked back to the girls. She grabbed our underage playthings who could finally let go of their rear ends and led them to the couches in the back. Margaret turned on an overhead fixture and the area was bathed in smooth but revealing light. Starting with the freckled red head, she laid her face down on the special couch. The child's body was horizontal on the seat and her legs angled toward the floor on the long sloping footing. Raising her arms straight up the upward angled back of the couch, she bound her wrists with thick leather handcuffs fastened at the top. Claire suffered the same fate, being restrained in the same humiliating position on the identical couch right next to her friend's. The old lady stood between the two couches and with expert hands, gently pulled apart both girls buttocks, offering us the tightly shut orifices of their backsides. Young Nessa laid there ready to be sodomized. I could barely imagine the humiliation of having her small anus greased and offered, about to be penetrated. - Margaret: Here you go Gentlemen, please kindly accept this gift from our humble establishment. They are yours to use. Ride them as much and has hard as you please, this will only discipline them more efficiently. Margaret let go and dignifiedly walked back to our previous sitting area. She sat in one of the dark armchair and gazed calmly out the window into the dark of the night. Hatley politely motioned me forward and we moved forward toward the bound little girls. We approached and he immediately started fondling the blond child's rear end. Little Nessa whined inaudibly as I spread her bouncy young butt and moved in close. She shivered when I softly blew cold air on her puckered orifice. She looked clean and innocent. Standing back up I unbuckled my belt. On my right, Claire started sobbing as the old man probed her asshole with his forefinger. I laid down on Nessa, careful not to put my weight on her and gently kissed her smooth neck. I slid my finger between her buns and started gently rubbing her rear opening. I put a little pressure and she whined softly. I whispered to her ear. - Pears: Turn your head this way sweetheart. Despite her extended arms obstructing her, she managed to turn her head to the side. I kissed her lightly on the cheek and slowly forced my finger in her small anus. She frowned and bit her lips. When the tip of my middle fingered penetrated her, a tear rolled on her cheek. She stayed still, submissively enduring my playful exploration of her anal orifice. Beside us, little Claire yelped and started crying as the old man pushed his engorged manhood between her buns. I slowly licked Nessa's cheek and moved my tongue to her ear. She started breathing heavily and fast, almost sobbing, and I started deliberate and deep trust of my middle finger inside her preteen asshole. She started really sobbing when I pushed a second finger in her incredibly small orifice. - Pears: Now, I want you to ask me to sodomize you. The child stayed silent, sobbing under the humiliation and the pain of my fingers in her anus. I did a rough, deep trust. - Pears: Beg. The sob changed into tears and she spoke with a small, stuttering voice. - Nessa: Please Sir, sodomize me. I pushed myself back up and held her buttocks spread with one hand. Admiring this view of the child, I spoke to her in a cruel, mean spirited voice. - Pears: You know you have a very cute anus. This is how cute freckled little girls like you should always be presented. Teasingly, I rubbed the tip of my erect member against the puckered hole of my young victim. The little girl got a bit louder and turned back her face against the couch which muffled her cries a little. I forced myself in her and she cried harder then ever before. I played with her a little, popping the head of my stiffness in and out of tight anal opening. Meanwhile I was roughly fondling her butt, already soar for the paddling. On my right, little Claire was already getting pounded hard and deep, crying loudly and begging for the old man to stop violating her. - Pears: Ok, enough playing. I'm going to fuck you in the ass and you are going to give it to me. The red head went quiet but didn't move. I slapped her on the buns. She jerked and started crying again. - Pears: Come on, offer yourself to me. Present your asshole. Still crying, she spread her legs a little and arched her back as much as her position allow. - Pears: Good, now say something. She cried a bit harder but forced a few words out. - Nessa: P... Please sir. Take. Take my ass. She bucked as I pushed my dick in her ass but couldn't escape it. I pushed myself deep inside her and she cried loudly. I started slow, deep trusts, enjoying the incredible tightness of her anus around my manhood. Despite the Vaseline, there was quite a bit of friction and I could feel her orifice heating up. I started fucking her steadily. Hatley was still at it also and we sodomized the little girls for long minutes, synchronizing our trust in a single rhythm. Our young victims were crying and begging vocally for our mercy. Eventually, the old man stopped and when silent, pushing his dick deep inside the blond child. She gasped and he emptied himself far in her rear. He slowly pulled out and young Claire continued crying softly, still bound to her couch. - Hatley: That was nice. I'll head to the restroom. Feel free to turn your attention to her if you feel like it. I laid down to whisper in Nessa's ear. - Pears: I'll be right back. I pulled out of her and kept her cheeks spread to see her swiftly contracting her asshole tightly shut. I laughed softly and moved over to the young blond who started crying again as she heard me. Pulling her buns apart, I peeked at her anus which was red and looked very sore. I straddled her and, keeping her butt spread, poked her deeply with my dick. She was somewhat easier to enter but was still extremely small. She yelled each time as I fully pulled out and reentered her rear 4 or 5 times. - Pears: That's nice honey, but I have a small freckled butt that really needs to be sodomized. Nessa started crying with renewed intensity as I switched couches. I slapped the young red head's butt and she arched her back, presenting her underage anus for me to penetrate. I obliged her right away and her crying got more intense. I reamed her back door for a good 5 more minutes, roughly grabbing the defenseless child's red hair. I finally came, without stopping my abuse, filling her ass with hot, sticky semen. She quieted down as I slowly pulled out. - Pears: So what do you say? Submissively, she arched her back some more and spread her legs a little wider. - Hatley: Thank you Sir. As she was done saying that, she dropped back down on the couch and started sobbing uncontrollably. I stood up and headed for the restroom, passing Margaret on the way. She smiled politely. I met with Lord Hatley and we smiled knowingly. When we got back, the young girls were back in the armchairs arena, lying on their back with their wrists bound behind their knees with the same leather handcuffs. They looked much like babies ready to be diapered, all of their openings clearly offered in an obscene display for the pleasure of our eyes. The youngest one has a very small trickle of blood running down from her butt hole and both rear orifices were visibly swollen from their recent molestation. We sat down and had another drink, thoroughly tanking Miss Margaret for her hospitality. Both children stayed in that position for over half an hour, as we chatted and finally said goodbye. Just before leaving, I looked at freckled child and had a little smile, seeing sperm seep out of her bruised anus. - Margaret: Thank you again Gentlemen, you have been most courteous. We will make sure you both visit us again. We left and I shook hands with Hatley on the door steps. - Hatley: Until next time… - Pears: Have a pleasant night Lord Hatley. |