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 WARNING!  THIS STORY IS EXTREMELY SADISTIC AND CATERS FOR THE HARD-CORE
FEMDOM/BDSM AUDIENCE
   Sinners
   A tale of Victorian female domination and sexual hypocrisy By Mistress
Hades
   Introduction
   This story has been derived and developed from a handwritten diary of
the late Alice Collette.  Alice was the headmistress of a state-funded
school/orphanage in England in the late 19th century.  A staunch advocate
of sadism, Alice spent much of her time seeking the support of influential,
like-minded individuals to invite into the fold as patrons.  One such
individual was Lady Elizabeth Chantelle, a lady of the aristocracy.  During
Alice and Elizabeth's era, the practice of masturbation was considered to
be not only morally evil, but also medically harmful.  Alice's methods of
dealing with onanism would be considered to be barbaric and unconscionable
by today's standards.  That which follows is the story of Alice's first
meeting with Elizabeth Chantelle.  Together, they enjoyed years of
hedonistic bliss until 1914.  Due to the passing of a number of lucrative
patrons and the unwillingness of others (who were aware of what was
happening at St Augustine's) to become associated with Alice, the orphanage
closed down leaving only trace echoes of the past in its wake.  One such
echo was the diary from which this story was derived.  From that, please
enjoy my interpretation of that which I discovered within its pages.  I
have read between the lines and characterised the individuals identified
only as "wards" in the diary.  This is the closest to a narrative view of
the wonderfully cruel activities of yesteryear that I could piece together
from the original source material.  I hope that you enjoy the results.  I,
myself am one who endorses the prohibition of masturbation, for such a
prohibition is the most delightful of all torments!
   Mistress Hades
   Sinners
   June, 1893 Canterbury, England Alice Collette was thirty-three years of
age, not particularly attractive and typically matronly for a lady of her
day, especially in view of her position: the headmistress of St Augustine's
mixed state school for orphans.  Attired in an unassuming dress which was
seemingly "headmistress," she smiled as she perused the extensive number of
files in her office.  The file which was the focus of her attention at that
moment was that of Lady Elizabeth Chantelle, a wealthy noblewoman who was
due to visit the school that day.  Alice's intention was to persuade
Elizabeth to become a patron: a lucrative and calculated move.  As with all
of her prospective patron's, Alice had learned of Lady Elizabeth's sexual
interests and was delighted to learn that she was a sadist.  She took every
opportunity to punish and torment youths during her many visits to
correction centres for wayward youngsters.
   Alice had decided not to reveal to Elizabeth that she was aware of her
sadistic activities, however, she intended to tempt the lady by offering
her an opportunity that she would find difficult to resist.  She had
learned of Elizabeth's country residence, Parkland Manor which was set in
eighty acres of parkland in Surrey.  It offered many rooms, some of which
had been turned into special punishment rooms, however, Elizabeth was
growing tied of abusing offenders and wished to find new victims.  Through
an influential friend, she had learned about St Augustine's and Miss
Collette's plans to introduce new patrons into her entourage.
   Alice turned to a report regarding two pupils.  The first was fifteen
year old Ralph Parker.  According to Miss Jones, the matron and punishment
administrator of the school, she had caught him in the act of masturbation.
For the first two such discoveries, discipline was meted out with severe
whippings, however, Miss Jones' discovery marked Ralph's third time.
   The second offender, Juliette Cotter, was another fifteen year old
student, a very attractive girl, lithe and slender.  She had been
discovered pleasuring herself under her bed sheets in the dormitory for the
first time.  Alice had been extremely persuaded by the cultural views of
masturbation as influenced by health reformers the likes of John Harvey
Kellog and Sylvester Graham.  The idea that the act was so damaging to
physical, mental and spiritual well-being provided endorsement for Alice's
great sadistic pleasure in banning it and applying severe punishments to
offenders.  A copy of the eighteenth century pamphlet Onania, or the
Heinous Sin of Self Pollution rested upon her desk for all who entered to
see.
   Alice's visits to punishments were always a pleasurable experience for
her and a chance to relieve her pent up lust, however, not even Lady
Elizabeth would have imagined what was in store for dear young Ralph.
   **********************************************
   Elizabeth Chantelle chose to walk up the long drive after what had been
a very bumpy last few miles in their old carriage.  She was thirty years of
age, breathtakingly beautiful with her raven-black hair concealed
underneath an elegant sun-hat.  She strode very quickly, clearly excited by
the prospect of new victims.  She arrived at the front door of St
Augustine's and was greeted by a smile from Alice Collette.
   Miss Jones took Elizabeth's coat and Alice showed her into the office.
   The two women spent a few minutes exchanging pleasantries about the
weather and Elizabeth's journey before addressing the key issues regarding
St Augustine's.  "We focus upon the highest standards of education here,"
Alice boasted, "and we enforce exemplary behaviour through harsh
discipline." Elizabeth smiled and sensed a certain twinge in her nether
regions at the sound of the words "harsh discipline." Alice turned to Miss
Jones with a smile.  "Florence, dear?  Would you bring in Ralph and
Juliette, please?" "Certainly, ma'am." Seconds later, the two young pupils
were led naked into the office.  At the sight of them in their youthful
vulnerability, Ralph's lean physique and such an enormous appendage hanging
between his thighs, Elizabeth was suddenly seized with the urge to
masturbate.  "These two have proved themselves particularly fond of
touching themselves," Alice explained.  "Both are compulsive masturbators,
an act which is always severely punished at this school." "What form will
their punishments take?" Elizabeth asked, stirred by their apparent
submissiveness.  "Juliette will be given a sound whipping on her thighs,
breasts and vulva," Alice replied.  "This is Ralph's third time for being
caught in the act of ejaculation and so, for the sake of his very soul, he
will receive the maximum penalty." "Oh.  And what would that be?" Elizabeth
urged with intrigue.  "All in good time," replied Alice wanting
passionately to see the look on Elizabeth's face at the moment of
revelation.  "I wonder?  You wouldn't consider helping with the punishment,
would you?" "Of course, I'll help as much as I possibly can," Elizabeth
replied in a somewhat regal tone.  "We owe it to the next generation, to
bring them up in the best way possible." Alice smiled at Elizabeth,
delighted by her enthusiasm, knowing that she was truly ensnared.  "Miss
Jones, would you please show Lady Elizabeth and these two sinners to the
dormitory?" "Certainly, ma'am," Miss Jones repeated.  "I will see you for
Ralph's punishment later," Alice informed Elizabeth.  "Please feel free to
enjoy yourself." "I will," Elizabeth replied with an excited smile.  Miss
Jones offered a smile to Elizabeth as she led her and the two hapless
pupils out of the office and up the broad stairs.  "Is the dormitory far?"
Elizabeth asked.  "No ma'am.  We are nearly there." Within moments, they
reached the first floor where Miss Jones opened a large door.  It was a
long, broad room with tall windows to either side that let the light in to
illuminate the large space between several large beds.  Hanging on the
walls were many menacing instruments of punishment and a large whipping
post in the centre of the room.  It was Alice Collette's method of
impressing punishment upon her wards at all times.  With the whipping post
in the centre of the dormitory, punishment was their first and last
thoughts of the day.  "They will suffer terribly today," Miss Jones
confided.  "We have some clothes for you to change into.  We don't want you
soiling your own during their discipline." She guided Elizabeth towards the
bedroom just across the hallway where a loose-fitting black dress was laid
out upon the bed.  "I will leave you to change while I get those two
self-abusers ready." With that, Miss Jones left Elizabeth to her privacy.
Within moments, through the door, Elizabeth could hear ecstatic groans
coming from Ralph and Juliette.  It was a curious drone which inspired more
than a little curiosity.  Once she was fully attired in her loose-fitting
dress, the prospective patron could contain herself no longer and stepped
outside to see Miss Jones gently masturbating Ralph and stroking the fires
between Juliette's thighs.  "Dear Lord!" Elizabeth's vagina dripped at the
sight of his astonishing size in full erection.  She estimated that he was
perhaps nine inches in length and thickly girthed.  Miss Jones was pleased
to see Ralph and Juliette's lack of control over their genitals and their
outright willingness to be masturbated which made certain that their
punishments would be extremely severe and wholly justified.  "Right, let's
get them ready," Miss Jones said abruptly, letting her hand slide along the
length of Ralph's erection, once again.  "Now your punishment really
starts." Ralph and Juliette began to cry out in earnest as they were
harshly pushed and prodded by the matron into the brightly lit dormitory.
Following closely behind, Elizabeth was determined not to miss anything as
the two victims waited in anticipation of their penalties.  It was the
reason that she had come and she was going to make the most of her
opportunity.  She was smiling as she looked firstly at the whipping post
and then at Ralph and Juliette who presented a most erotic spectacle
standing naked and in a state of fright.  The post had been arranged so
that when secured, the pupils would be facing their chastiser with large
mirrors mounted in front so that the expressions on their faces could also
be seen.  "Would you like to give Juliette her whipping?" Miss Jones said
in a very low voice.  "Nothing would give me more pleasure." Having
Juliette completely at her disposal gave Elizabeth great pleasure.  Ralph
and Juliette caused her to become weak at the knees with sadistic lust. 
Ralph's penis remained fully erect and Juliette's nipples stood out
profoundly despite her predicament.  Elizabeth excitedly watched the matron
shackle Juliette to the post which was cruelly decorated with rings and
shackles.  "What do you intend to do with him?" asked Elizabeth motioning
towards Ralph.  "He will be secured to bear witness to Juliette's
whipping," Miss Jones confided.  "Believe me, he is wishing so desperately
that he could join her." Miss Jones stepped over to Ralph and pulled him
towards an overhanging beam close to the entrance.  It sported two shackles
on the far sides, into which Miss Jones clasped his wrists.  Within seconds
he was held fast, crucifixion-style to bear witness to the perverted
display before him.  Licking her lips, Elizabeth was thrilled that she was
going to be able to whip Juliette severely and knowing that there was
nothing to stop her.  Of all the instruments of correction displayed in the
racks on the walls, Miss Jones chose a small leather whip, each cat of
which was lined with flesh-tearing leather knots.  She wanted Juliette to
feel her whipping and enjoyed watching the effect that the tails would make
upon her skin.  "Here at St Augustine's we use such instruments to whip the
genitals and they don't half smart if their screams are any indication to
go by," said Miss Jones, gleefully.  Elizabeth had an expression of delight
as she gripped the handle, drawing her hand over its length in
anticipation. Even though they were no longer than twelve inches in length,
the pupils viewed them as living vipers.  "Now, it's up to you of course,"
explained Miss Jones, "but I would whip her thighs first, then her bottom
until the skin is broken.  That's the best time to begin whipping her
vulva." Elizabeth smiled and flicked the whip hard into the air and she
sensed a surge of power sweep through her.  A chill surged through
Juliette. She had witnessed flagellation before but she had never
experienced it.  It had always been a ghastly and bloody sight and the
thought that she was about to flayed in like fashion caused an
uncontrollable panic to seize her.  "I am so sorry," Juliette cried out in
tears and a whimpering voice.  "By all that is holy, I beg you, don't do
this to me.  Please matron.  Please." "It is "by all that is holy" that you
are to be flogged," Miss Jones replied icily.  "The demon of lust will be
flayed out of you that the Almighty may find it within himself to forgive
you." In despair, Juliette surrendered to the tears which flooded from her
eyes.  Slowly, Elizabeth stepped over to the naked young girl as she stood
with her arms stretched upwards, shackled to the post.  After an agonizing
moment of silence, Elizabeth drew her arm back and lashed the cats across
Juliette's bare thighs.  The impact immediately produced a spattering of
deep red and purple contusions to the accompaniment of a high-pitched cry
of anguish.  "Don't be put off by that noise," Miss Jones warned. 
Encouraged rather than "put off," Elizabeth repeated the stroke across the
same section of flesh.  In a frenzy of masturbatory delight, she slapped
the whip hard against Juliette's young and tender inner thighs.  In a short
time the contrast in skin tone was remarkable, from the fair, unsullied
pink of tender young skin, to the bright red, inflamed and tortured skin of
her whipped flesh.  Elizabeth made a point of ensuring that she vary the
time intervals between strokes in order to keep Juliette in terrible
suspense as to when the next lash would strike.  She gradually worked her
way up to Juliette's buttocks as the young ward screamed uncontrollably,
jerking and squealing with each new stroke.  The knots of the whip cut into
her flesh, tearing away the skin and leaving a bloody mess in its wake. 
Juliette screamed relentlessly.  She had never known such agony in her
entire life.  The stinging soreness was absolutely unbearable and yet there
was no mercy to found in the dormitory that afternoon.  Relentlessly, the
flagellation continued and the sound of Juliette's screams permeated the
room.  Her young muscles distorted the shape of her legs as they tried
fruitlessly to free her from her torment.  Finally, it came to an end.
   "That's enough," said Miss Jones.  "I'll turn her around."
   Elizabeth stood back, breathing heavily as Miss Jones re-attached
Juliette to the post facing her; her breasts and vagina totally revealed
once again.
   Miss Jones nodded towards Elizabeth who took her position again.  Moving
around to Juliette's front, she mercilessly brought the whip down hard
across her breasts until her nipples hardened.  The whip overlaid wound
after wound throughout twenty-four lashes until blood coated the tender
breasts and dripped down onto her pudenda.  Juliette's screams began to
quieten as her body began to shudder uncontrollably.  As was common among
many of St Augustine's flagellation victims, she was sinking into shock,
rapidly.  "Alright, enough of that," said Miss Jones who moved forwards to
take two small benches, placing them at either side of Juliette's thighs.
Very quickly, she swept the young girl's legs off their feet and secured
them, thighs parted onto the benches with ropes.  Ralph winced as he
watched the brutal proceedings.  It brought to mind his own chastisement
after the first two times that he had been caught in the act.  His body
remained marked by the whip even though it had been over one month since
Miss Jones had last flayed him.  Nevertheless, despite the terrible
tribulation which he was experiencing, the sight of Juliette's beautiful
vagina caused his penis to swell and lengthen once again.  Oh, how he had
so wanted to slide his member into her.  Seeing his arousal, Elizabeth
smiled; a welter of pleasure rising within her as she watched his
tumescence swell.  "It's time to lash her sex," said Miss Jones. 
Elizabeth's heart was pounding as she looked at Juliette's vulva and
bulbous clitoral hood.  She slowly stepped over to her once again and
eagerly brought the whip down onto the tender vaginal lips.  The stinging
cut of the lash on such a sensitive and unprotected orifice re-awakened
Juliette from her trauma-induced semi-consciousness into another episode of
harrowing agony.  None of the strokes were heavy at the outset and yet they
landed upon the girl's tender lips, a dozen leather bands painfully
scouring her genitals.  Elizabeth gasped and watched Juliette's reaction,
adoring the response so much that she quickly struck again, then again and
again, each strike followed by a short pause to watch her victim's
reaction. After twelve strokes, Elizabeth began to strike upwards, the
direction making it easier, she hoped, for the knots to strike the head of
Juliette's exposed clitoris.
   A loud squeal of anguish told Elizabeth that she'd succeeded and
immediately tried for another, panting in her excitement.  Juliette's vulva
began to bleed as Elizabeth passionately flogged her.  The sexual
secretions oozed from between Elizabeth's thighs in response to the power
that her victim's screams gave to her.  Exhausted, she finally ceased. 
Miss Jones returned and handed a special device to Elizabeth which was to
be fitted over Juliette's tortured genitals.  It was a chastity belt which
had needle barbs on the inner surface.  "Would you care to fit this onto
her now?" asked Miss Jones as though she was offering the younger woman a
glass of wine.  Elizabeth smiled, took the chastity belt into her hands and
placed it at the apex of the young, pink vulva.  She secured it tightly
around the bound girl's waist and smiled as the barbs came into contact
with the stinging vagina.  Juliette would need to walk with caution.  If
she attempted to touch herself, the lightest contact would cause
excruciating pain.  She squeezed her thighs together in an effort to avoid
the barbs, but to no avail.  She sobbed as they punctured the soft flesh of
her lacerated clitoris and immediately she spread her legs to afford
herself some relief, her eyes telling Elizabeth and Miss Jones how
successful they had been in delivering torment to her.  "Now it is time for
his delightful penalty," said Miss Jones as she unshackled Ralph.  "I will
alert Miss Collette and have all of the pupils assembled on the courtyard."
The young man trembled in the knowledge of what was going to happen to him.
It was the most terrible and horrific of all punishments and yet.........
......there was simply no escape!
   ************************************************ Elizabeth Chantelle
stepped out into the bright warm summer's day to see thirty pupils lined up
on the courtyard of St Augustine's.  Ahead was Alice Collette standing upon
a raised platform next to a sight which was truly stunning to Elizabeth's
eyes.  It was not as wide and not quite as tall as she would have expected
but nevertheless, there it was: a French guillotine!  Miss Jones led Ralph
up onto the platform.  He was naked and his arms were spread low at his
sides with his wrists bound to a wooden beam which pressed against his
buttocks.  "Lady Elizabeth," Alice called.  "Please come up and join us."
The young noble woman required no further prompting and hurriedly made her
way through the crowd of pupils and up onto the platform.  At either end of
the wooden beam to which Ralph was bound were protruding, up-turned iron
hooks.  Alice took the far right end of the beam and guided the hook into a
clip which was attached to the top of one of two short wooden pillars
positioned at either side of the guillotine.  She then took a four- foot
long length of cord from her pocket and handed it to Elizabeth.  "Would you
mind binding this loosely around the base of his penis and then guide the
prepuce through the hole in the guillotine, dear?" Elizabeth nodded in
agreement with total amazement.  "Are you really going to cut his manhood
off?" "I certainly am," replied Alice with conviction.  "Masturbation is a
life-threatening condition and this boy is compulsive with it.  I have all
of the endorsement of the medical community." Beaming with excitement,
Elizabeth did as she was asked.  As she drew Ralph's penis through the hole
in the guillotine, Alice stepped around to the left of him and attached the
opposite side of the wooden beam to the pillar on the left.  Trembling, he
tried to pull himself out but the beam was secured, forcing his buttocks
forward and he had not the strength to tear two wooden pillars apart. 
Alice stepped around to the front of Ralph and picked up a small lantern
from the platform at the foot of the guillotine.  With her free hand, she
carefully stroked Ralph's penis as it hung long and pensive through the
hole.  She smiled at him momentarily before pouring oil from the lantern
onto his manhood.  Once a sufficient covering had been achieved, she
proceeded to smooth the lubrication into his penis.  Ralph gritted his
teeth, trying valiantly to avoid coming to erection but the delightful
sensation of the headmistress' fingers combined with the oil was
irresistible.  Within seconds his huge phallus rose to its great length and
girth.  He contemplated upon why he had done what he had done, despite
knowing the terrible penalty.  The floggings had been bad enough and yet he
simply could not help himself.  The urge to masturbate had been so
overwhelming that it had almost been an involuntary action.  Having seen
two of his fellow pupils undergo the same punishment, he knew that it would
be agonizing.  The screams of the former victims had been enough to make
the toughest amongst them tremble with horror.  Oh, how cruel was life at
St.  Augustine's.  The pupils watched from the courtyard with fascination.
The male pupils all came to erection at the sight of what Miss Collette was
doing to Ralph.  "Your abnormal size is an indication of the demons within
you," said Alice as she continued to coax the nerve endings along the
surface of his shaft.  "An immodest manhood will always inspire a young man
to self-effacement, but don't worry: your curse is about to come to an
end." For long minutes she rotated her wrist around the oil-coated vessel
of rampant flesh, its veins proud and its rigidity like unto steel.  "It
must be nice and stiff in order for the blade to make a clean cut, Ralph,"
she said in a clinical fashion.  "Please don't do this, Miss Collette," he
pleaded.  His heart pounded violently in his chest as the fear and dread
possessed him, completely.  "This is for the sake of your health, Ralph,"
she replied with conviction.  "If you continue to masturbate you will
surely die.  You must begin to learn the virtues of punishment." Alice
looked up at Elizabeth who was still holding one end of the cord.  "How did
you manage to come by such a device?" asked Elizabeth with morbid
fascination.  "Well, following numerous medical reports regarding the
health implications of masturbation, the department of education agreed to
have it built for me." "You actually managed to gain authorization for
this?" "Of course," replied Alice as her right hand continued to work the
oil into Ralph's desperately stiff erection.  "How could they refuse
authorizing a punishment which saves souls?" Elizabeth marvelled at Alice's
resourcefulness and another stab of lust went through her as she gazed upon
the young man's voluptuous weapon.  She fantasized about how marvellous it
would feel inside her.  Nevertheless, such was not to be.  That particular
morsel was for the blade and that was that!  "Elizabeth, please stand
behind him and take the other end of the cord," asked Alice, politely.  "On
my word, pull the two ends as tightly together as you can.  It will prevent
excessive blood loss after the blade falls." Elizabeth nodded and stood in
position.  In the courtyard, fifteen year old Maud McCann stood watching
the proceedings with profound interest from the back row.  She noted that
all of the male pupils sported sensual protrusions from the front of their
grey shorts, despite the terrifying spectacle which they faced.  To Maud's
immediate right, fourteen year old Albert Dickson offered his lust in like
fashion.  Extremely carefully, she reached her right hand across and slowly
unbuttoned Albert's fly.  The boy struggled to suppress a gasp of surprise
and lust as Maud's fingers located his thick and throbbing member.  Despite
his fear of discovery, he simply could not resist the pretty girl's teasing
hand as she secretly masturbated him, concealed from view by the crowd.  It
had been weeks since he had been able to achieve orgasm in the outside
toilet and his libido was agonising beyond description.  With her own
breathing laboured, Maud's hand increased in pace as she passionately
watched Miss Collette cruelly apply more oil to Ralph's erection. 
Euphorically, Alice looked up and smiled at Elizabeth, her hand
autonomously sliding back and forth along the pulsating vessel.  "It looks
to me as though he is dangerously close to sin, my dear," warned Elizabeth.
Alice looked back down again at Ralph's erection, suddenly distracted from
her lustful trance by Elizabeth's words.  In that moment, Ralph cried out
as the delightful contractions began within his loins.  Miss Collette's
hand pumped thick curds of hot, white sperm from his glistening shaft, his
voluminous ejaculation striking Alice squarely in the mouth.  So stunned
was she that for the briefest of moments, her sensuous hand continued to
masturbate him, causing a second geyser of youthful seed to spill out onto
her silk blouse.  "You filthy animal," she scolded him.  "That's the last
time you will ever experience that satanic sensation.  Please pull the cord
Elizabeth." Elizabeth did as was asked of her and Ralph winced with the
pain of the constriction which suddenly bit into the base of his manhood.
Alice stood and subtly licked her lips, savouring the erotic flavour of
Ralph's sperm.  She grasped the rope at the side of the guillotine and
unravelled it from the hook.  The tears fell from Ralph's eyes as he
clasped them shut, too terrified to see the blade fall.  Elizabeth looked
on wide-eyed with sadistic, lustful fascination.  The pupil's in the
courtyard were transfixed.  The males were infused with both lust and
horror and the females, mostly horror - all save for Maud.  Maud continued
with her masturbation of Albert as he approached the point of no return. 
She wanted so badly to see Ralph's penis fall and to savour his scream. 
Her vulva throbbed with sadistic passion as Miss Collette released the
rope. All of the pupils aside from Maud averted their eyes in revulsion at
that instant.  Within the blink of an eye, the razor-sharp blade sliced
through Ralph's huge erection and fell to the surface of the platform,
blood spattering the back of the blade.  Ralph screamed a chilling sound of
pain and anguish.  In that moment, Albert's erection became ultra-ridged in
Maud's hand.  Sensing his climax, the young girl snatched her hand away,
cruelly leaving him on the edge of orgiastic release.  His penis throbbed,
naked, unsatisfied and unattended in the air.  "Please Miss Collette," Maud
cried across the courtyard raising her arm to catch her headmistress's
attention.  "Yes, Maud," replied Alice.  "What ever is the matter?" "It's
Albert, Miss," Maud said, treacherously.  "He's been doing it right next to
me." Albert looked on in horror as the crowd of pupils instantly parted to
reveal Maud standing next to him with his eight-inch erection poking
through his fly, the head coated with glistening pre-ejaculate.  "Miss
Jones," Alice called to the matron.  "Please help Lady Elizabeth to release
Ralph and take him to the infirmary." "Yes, ma'am." Alice stepped down from
the platform and ominously approached the quivering Albert.  "So!  Seeing
one of your fellow pupils losing his manhood causes some arousal, I see."
"I-I didn't, Miss," he pleaded.  "It was Maud.  She handled me." "Oh, did
she now?  Is that how far along the road of sin your lusts have taken you?
Bearing false witness against an innocent young woman?" Albert knew that
protesting his innocence further was futile.  Maud had manipulated him
because she wanted the pleasure of seeing him in the guillotine and it
seemed as though that was exactly what he faced.  Alice reached out and
took hold of his organ.  His penis twitched in her hand as she smoothed his
juices across it.  "Would you like me to cut it off for you, Albert," she
asked in a sensual tone.  "No, please don't Miss," he cried.  "I beg of
you." "Mmmm.  Perhaps there may be a way in which you can be spared," she
offered, calmly before releasing him.  She stepped back and stood before
the pupils.  "All male pupils drop your shorts this instant." The mortified
boys did as they were told and row after row of erections suddenly came
into view.  Alice smiled and walked along the rows paying particular
attention to the erections.  She noted four who were without penises - lost
to the guillotine during their time at St Augustine's.  However, it took
her mere seconds to make her selection.  Arthur Rowe had just turned
fourteen but he was very handsome and his erection was easily eight inches
in length.  "Arthur, you come with me," Alice demanded.  The young boy
trembled and pulled his shorts back up as Alice returned to Albert and
Maud. "Albert, you will first show contrition to Maud for the way in which
you disrespected her." With that, she made her way back into the building
with Arthur, Albert and Maud in tow. 
************************************************* Within thirty minutes,
Alice was seated behind her desk when she heard a knock at the door.  "Come
in." Miss Jones entered with Elizabeth.  "Do take a seat," Alice smiled. 
"I shall return to Albert and Maud," Miss Jones said dutifully and departed
hurriedly.  Alice gestured with a nod of her head to Miss Jones in
acknowledgement.  "Do you feel that discipline here is satisfactory, Lady
Elizabeth?" Alice asked, surreptitiously.  "Oh yes, I really enjoyed it. 
Thank you for arranging it for me," Elizabeth replied with elation in her
tone.  "I was very impressed with the guillotine.  What a marvellous idea.
Masturbation is such a disgusting habit and you have employed the use of a
complete cure." Alice looked at Elizabeth, slyly.  "You really don't want
to leave just yet.  Do you?" Elizabeth had no idea what Alice had in mind.
"Come," said Alice as she stood and made her way to the door.  "I have
something to show to you." Minutes later, Elizabeth found herself, led by
the hand into a small, windowless room which offered two cushioned benches
with two sets of upright poles running from floor to ceiling on either side
of them.  Young Arthur looked on from the corner of the room as Miss Jones
presided over Albert's task.  Elizabeth was both stunned and lustfully
inspired by what she saw: Albert's face was firmly affixed in the bare
crotch of young Maud.  The girl lay back on the near-side bench, naked and
with her head resting upon the cushion.  She groaned as his tongue
skilfully drew the woman from her.  "That's it, Albert," Miss Jones
encouraged him.  "Use the tip of your tongue upon that small nut at the
top." He obeyed with an ambivalence of dread and extreme arousal.  How he
had always lusted after Maud.  How she had so often been in his thoughts
when he masturbated.  She was a young woman of the most delicate beauty and
yet the most sensuous coldness.  The act which he performed upon her at
that very moment was erotic beyond even his most exciting sexual fantasy of
her, however also the most insidious of torments.  There was simply no
relief this time.  Only excruciating, lingering arousal.  Maud had been
libidinous since she was ten years of age.  An avid masturbator and sadist,
St Augustine's was far from the easiest of places for her to have found
herself.  Nevertheless, at that moment the only word which came to her mind
to describe the experience was sheer - ecstasy.  Elizabeth looked on,
wide-eyed with her mouth open.  "I thought that you forbade such behaviour
here".  "Oh, my dear," replied Alice.  "This isn't an enjoyment.  It's a
punishment." "For whom?" Elizabeth asked as she watched Maud's eyes
continue to roll through the raptures of orgasm.  "For him." Alice looked
over at Elizabeth and noted the look of bewilderment upon her face.  "Look
at his manhood." Elizabeth noted the throbbing appendage between his thighs
and the droplets of pre-ejaculate which continued to fall from it.  "He
wants to spend so badly, but he can't," she continued, cheerfully.  "And
his ordeal has only just begun." "That's it Albert," said Miss Jones,
directing him.  "Allow the flat of your tongue to slowly coax the last
traces of release from her." Albert complied with his instructions and
within moments, Maud was completely satiated.  "That's good," Miss Jones
smiled.  "Now, Maud.  Get yourself dressed and return to the dormitory."
"Yes Miss," Maud replied submissively and stood to retrieve her clothing
from the floor.  Alice eased her way closer to Elizabeth in order to gain
closer proximity to the younger woman's ear.  "Being exposed to extreme
sexual stimulation without relief is a harrowing ordeal for a young man,"
Alice whispered.  "Dr Kellog wrote that suffering has a salutary effect
upon the mind which encourages the avoidance of future lustful thoughts."
"I see," Elizabeth replied, immediately sensing the gross hypocrisy in the
headmistress' words.  "It was he who advocated castration and circumcision
without anaesthetic as a means of curing masturbation." "Really?" Elizabeth
ventured in an attempt to sound convinced by Alice's attempt at
justification for her perversions.  "Yes.  When I learned of that, I
thought to myself "Penis Guillotine," and it was authorised almost
immediately." "How did you manage to arrange such a thing so quickly,"
Elizabeth asked, intrigued.  "It didn't take much.  I have the Minister of
Education, the Minister of Health and five members of the House of Lords as
patron's here." "Yes, I know," Elizabeth informed her.  "I first learned of
St Augustine's from Lord McMillan.  He speaks most highly of you." "And I
keep him very well............entertained," Alice grinned, slyly.  "Just as
I act in the......how do I say............best interests............of all
of my patrons." "I would very much like to become a patron," Elizabeth
offered, requiring no further prompting.  "Oh, I am so pleased to hear
that," Alice beamed.  "I think that that calls for a celebration." " Oh?"
"Yes.  How would you care to sample the fringe benefits of our
establishment?" "What do you have in mind?" Elizabeth asked, feigning
naivety.  Alice turned to Albert as Maud walked out of the room fully
dressed and with a warm glow upon her face.  "Albert," she snapped.  "Now
that you have expressed your apologies to Maud, you will serve the needs of
our new patron, Lady Elizabeth, is that clear?" With his penis jutting out
excruciatingly before him, he nodded sullenly.  Alice turned her attention
to Arthur.  "I will take you, Arthur." Arthur's erection was also
throbbing; protruding eagerly from his thighs.  "Do you feel comfortable
stripping naked for some tipping the velvet, my dear Elizabeth?"
Elizabeth's eyes glowed with desire as she began to disrobe without any
further encouragement.  "I couldn't be more eager." Alice closed her eyes
and bit into her lower lip with passion before beginning to disrobe,
herself.  Within minutes, the two women were completely naked.  Elizabeth
lay upon the bench that Maud had been serviced upon and spread her thighs
wide open, unashamedly.  "This is for their discipline," Alice affirmed as
she lay astride her bench next to Elizabeth.  "Kneel down, both of you,"
she ordered.  Albert and Arthur obeyed and fell to their knees in unison
before the twin visions of Venus before them.  How will I cope with doing
it again?  Albert thought to himself with desperate arousal and a sense of
hopelessness.  Lord give me the strength, prayed Arthur silently before
easing his face forward into his headmistress' vulva.  Her scent brought
him to full erection as it always had done, for it marked his fourth
experience of forced cunnilingus.  Alice groaned as his tongue began to
rotate around her soft lips, gradually making circular motions until
momentarily, the tip of his tongue brushed against her clitoris.  Elizabeth
lay on the bench next to Alice; her knees bent and spread with her feet
curled around the edge of bench.  She grasped Albert by his hair and
impatiently forced his face onto her dripping wet lips.  She was a little
more vocal that Alice and cried out with the lustful euphoria that the
tongue brought with it.  Albert licked away at the pink lips which were
framed by the covering of light brown curls.  She continued to moan her
cries of delight as his tongue came into contact with her protruding
clitoris.  "That's it, just there," she said, in-between gasps.  Her mind
was awash with the contrast of him not being permitted any sexual relief at
all and her own delight at his tongue.  As Albert stroked her clitoris with
his tongue, spurring her on to a shattering orgasm, thoughts of the penis
guillotine flooded Elizabeth's mind.  The sight of the blade falling and
taking Ralph's enormous, throbbing erection, the blood, the scream of
agony............it was simply priceless.  And with that thought she threw
back her head and spent herself, repeatedly.  Albert's face was smothered
in the juices of her climax; his ears ringing with the sound of her
unashamed cries.  Oh, how Elizabeth loved the fruits of St Augustine's. 
"You beautiful boy," she said, lovingly.  Alice was breathless as Arthur
drew her closer to her culmination.  Noting that Elizabeth had spent
herself so quickly, she pushed her servant away from her, momentarily. 
"My, that was quick," Alice said, astonished.  "You must have really needed
that." "I certainly did," came the breathless response.  "Do you think that
you can go again, my dear?" "I should think so.  Why?" Alice looked over to
Miss Jones who stood close to the entrance watching the proceedings.  "I
will have one of them service you shortly, dear," Alice promised the
matron. "In the meantime, do you think that you could take that cane from
the wall next to you?" "Certainly," she replied, obediently.  Miss Jones'
eyes moved across, located the fierce-looking weapon and seized it with her
right hand.  "We are going to play a game now, Elizabeth," Alice said,
devilishly.  "What game?" "Stand up boys," the headmistress ordered.  They
both stood in unison to reveal their quivering shafts.  "Just look at how
aroused they both are.  Can you see the evil dripping from their organs,
Elizabeth?" "Indeed I can." "Boys," Alice ordered.  "Your manhood depends
upon your sense of control." The two young men looked at one another,
ominously.  Alice raised her knees up and back, spreading her vulva wide
open for Arthur.  "You will put those organs inside Lady Elizabeth and I
and you will satisfy us well." Alice looked directly across at Miss Jones
again.  "If either of them seem to slow down their pace, I want you to
apply the cane to their buttocks," she demanded, sternly.  "Yes ma'am."
Miss Jones eagerly took her position between the two boys smiling cruelly
and stroking the cane with loving attention.  "Boys, grip the poles," Alice
ordered.  As they did so, Elizabeth moved her knees up and back as Alice
had done.  At that point, Albert and Arthur's erections were practically
touching the wet lips of their cruel torturers.  "Insert yourselves!" The
two boys eased their way forwards; their body weight supported by their
grips upon the poles at the sides of the benches.  The sensation of the
hot, wet juiciness of Alice and Elizabeth's pussies were almost too much
for either of the desperately aroused boys to endure.  It was a divine
sensation which transcended description.  It was at that point that Alice
revealed the nature of her sadistic torture.  "If either of you spend, you
will go to the penis guillotine!" Albert and Arthur's hearts came into
their throats.  There was simply no way for them to survive such an ordeal.
With Miss Jones right behind them, they didn't even have the option of
pacing themselves.  The evil of Alice Collette knew no boundaries.  To make
matters worse, Elizabeth went into an internal frenzy upon hearing the
nature of the sick game which Alice had just revealed.  "Begin," Alice
commanded.  Albert and Arthur pulled back and then thrust themselves in
again, repeating the same motion over and over as they held onto the poles
for dear life.  Groans of ecstasy came from both Alice and Elizabeth as the
rampant, stiff young erections pummelled their cruel, feminine depths. 
"Faster." Perspiration fell from Albert's brow.  He could endure it no
longer and knew that he was going to ejaculate.  Instinctively, he slowed
down his pace and immediately, a white hot pain slashed across his
hindquarters.  ""Faster," Miss Collette told you," Miss Jones snapped at
him.  "Faster!" "Please Miss," Albert begged her.  "If I do, it will
happen." "Then you will lose it, won't you?  Faster!  Faster!  Faster!"
Alice and Elizabeth relished the sound of Albert's suffering.  Elizabeth
thrust her hips forward to force his penis further into her channel whilst
Alice luxuriated in the smooth skin of a fourteen year old, eight-inch
erection.  It was the reason that she had selected him in the courtyard. 
He was well-endowed, handsome and sensual.  She wanted him and she saw the
erotic beauty in cutting off such a specimen.  "Faster," she barked again
as she sensed her climax approaching.  Albert held back as the contractions
of his ejaculation began again.  Miss Jones thrashed him across the
existing stroke, breaking the skin instantly causing blood to ooze from the
wound.  He screamed and hurriedly increased his pace.  "Faster," repeated
Alice.  "Faster!  Faster!  Faster..................!"
   The End...............?
   Footnote In Alice's diary, 3/4 of the page was torn away following the
introduction of the "forced intercourse" concept.  The subsequent six pages
remaining contained details regarding only Alice's meetings and
administrational activities.  Such details made for some extremely tedious
reading.  What happened to "Albert" and "Arthur" is anybody's guess.  Alice
Collette died intestate in a retirement home in Norfolk in 1934.  She was
74 years of age.
   Mistress Hades


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