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 WARNING!  THIS STORY IS EXTREMELY SADISTIC AND CATERS FOR THE HARD-CORE
FEMDOM/BDSM AUDIENCE.
   Sinners II - The Patrons
   By
   Mistress Hades
   Introduction
   Following the staggering response to my earlier work, Sinners, I felt
compelled to reconsider my statement that a sequel was "out of the
question." Amid many requests to compose a new chapter, I began to study
the existing text which I had composed and developed a scenario whereby the
story could continue with credibility.  The original tale was developed
from the archaic diary of the late Alice Collette.  Hence, it was my own
interpretation of a factual account.  Having no additional information to
base a sequel upon, I could only make a supposition; an apocrypha, if you
will.  For example, in the original tale, it was revealed that St
Augustine's School/orphanage had patrons of socially high standing.  The
question remained - what would their interest in such an establishment have
been?  I decided to open the sequel eight years after the conclusion of the
first, at the dawn of the Twentieth Century.  By that time, Alice Collette
would have been forty-one years of age.  Would Miss Jones have still been
the matron?  Maud McCann was a traitorous young woman and a sadist in her
own right.  Alice seemed to favour her treachery and reward her in a most
questionable manner.  Would such a personality be eager to leave such a
place of delight?  These are the questions that gave rise to a new plot in
a new century.  I have used historical hypothesis to create what I hope
will be viewed as titillating BDSM with an element of circumstantial
realism.  In the first tale, it was mentioned that "Lord Mcmillan" was a
patron of St Augustine's.  Who was he?  What was his interest?  What role
would Elizabeth Chantelle be playing in the school eight years after she
became a patron?  And who were the other patrons?  Were they male?  Were
they female?  Or were they a combination of both?  Here then is the sequel
to Sinners: not a true story by any means, but one that, perhaps - is
likely!
   Mistress Hades
   Sinners II - The Patrons
   St Augustine's School and Orphanage Canterbury, England February, 1901
Alice Collette sat at her desk, making entries in her diary.  It had been a
taxing week for her but a sexual delight, nonetheless.  Her libido had been
raised to a height from which she could not descend; a true addiction to
her selfish lusts.  She wore only a night gown with the right shoulder
strap having dropped slightly, revealing her pert breast.
   St Augustine's was a place which truly lived up to the values of the one
after whom it had been named: St Augustine of Hippo.
   Augustine had been a man who was obsessed with all things sexual and
taught self-flagellation as a means of beating the sexual urge from out of
the body.  His cruelty and neurosis led to so many tearing their own bodies
to shreds.  Masturbation was the most abominable crime of all in his eyes.
His famous prayer said it all: "Lord, deliver me from the evils of my lusts
and grant to me the gift of chastity.........but not just yet!"
   St Augustine's School & Orphanage: a place of insidious cruelty and
madness.  Somehow, it all fit so well.  A knock at the door suddenly
distracted Alice from her work.  She hurriedly pulled her nightgown strap
back up.  "Come in." The door opened and a stunning young lady stepped into
the office.  "Yes, Maud," Alice said, officiously.  "Lord McMillan is here
to see you, Miss Collette." Alice's face lit up with greed as the impact of
Maud's words fell.  "Send him in, by all means." A tall man in his late
fifties and fully suited entered the room.  His presence had an immediate
aura of authority as he approached Alice.  "Geoffrey," Alice greeted him as
she stood.  "What a delightful surprise.  And at this hour.  How long has
it been?" "Over six months, I do believe," he replied with a powerfully
deep resonance.  "And how have things been for you?" "Absolutely
wonderful." Lord McMillan took Alice's knuckle and gently raised it to his
lips.  "I have missed our little gatherings so, I can tell you.  I have
been so busy in the House with one thing or another." "As have I," Alice
replied.  "But I can imagine how taxing your position in the House of Lords
must be." McMillan took the seat in front of the desk and Alice returned to
her own.  "I trust that my last gift to you found its way to good use." "It
certainly did, sir," Alice beamed with excitement.  "We now have two penis
guillotines.  One in the yard and one in the punishment room for winter
executions.  Since Maud joined us as the new matron, she has been so
extremely proficient." ""New matron"?" McMillan repeated with a start. 
"What on Earth happened to Miss Jones?" With a sullen expression, Alice
explained the former matron's absence.  "She left us three months ago.  She
had fallen in love with Arthur Rowe, one of our former pupils.  She had met
with him again on the outside and they decided to marry." "She married a
pupil?!" McMillan gasped.  "Well, he was twenty-two, by that time," Alice
said as a means of reminding him that the pupils do grow up and move out of
the orphanage.  "It is unusual for the man to be the younger of the woman,
I know.  But Arthur was so extremely apt in the art of......making a
lady.....happy!" "What a pity!  I was most fond of her." Alice had not been
surprised by Florence Jones' decision to marry Arthur Rowe.  She could
never forget how much stamina he had shown when he was only fourteen. 
Arthur had been compelled to vigorously screw Alice after a penis
guillotine sentence with Miss Jones waiting with the cane should he have
slowed down his pace.  Next to him had been his fellow pupil, Albert
Dickson who had been forced to screw Lady Elizabeth Chantelle under the
same rules.  It was a game that they referred to as Fuck and Flog.  Arthur
had succeeded in bringing Alice to a shattering climax without ejaculating.
Unfortunately, his friend, Albert, did not possess such control and spent
the lava of his lust across Lady Elizabeth's torso.  Consequently, Albert
had been the next victim of the penis guillotine.  Arthur subsequently
acquired a taste for submission as a result of his experiences at St
Augustine's.  Miss Jones had found her ideal partner.  Alice suddenly
realised that Lord McMillan's patronage was likely encouraged by his
attraction to Miss Jones and she knew that she must quickly speak, lest she
lose his support.  "I am sure that you will love Maud," she offered.  "She
used to be a ward here also, if you remember." "She was?" "Yes.  She was
the most wonderful pupil we have ever had here.  She caught more
masturbators for us than anyone." Alice chuckled as she recalled the fruits
of Maud's "help." "Very few males left here with their manhood intact
during Maud's reign.  She's twenty-two, herself, now.  She just couldn't
stay away." McMillan's eyebrows suddenly rose.  "And delectably lovely,
also.  Is she willing?" "Oh, good heavens, Geoffrey," Alice said, with
elation.  "She is eager.  She loves her work.  As a matter of fact, I am
administering correction tomorrow morning, if you would like to attend." "I
most certainly would," he replied with bombastic enthusiasm.  "What is the
correction for?" "A new pupil called Elsie," she replied.  "She has just
turned fifteen.  There were signs of secretion on her nightgown and we want
to nip it ......in the bud, before it conquers her." McMillan's heart began
to flutter with sexual urgency.  "Oh, I am joyous that you are so committed
to stamping out that abominable practise among the young.  Saving their
lives and immortal souls, you are." "In that case sir, Maud will accompany
you, herself.  I presume you will be staying the night?" "I certainly
will," McMillan smiled, cruelly.  "I sleep well at night knowing that this
country has people like you administering discipline and deterring the
young from destroying our great country with their self-destructive lusts."
   ***************************************************** At nine o' clock
the following morning, Lord Geoffrey McMillan and Alice Collette entered
the punishment chamber of St Augustine's.  The environment never failed to
fill McMillan with the most profound excitement.  They stepped to the side
and into a secluded alcove where two comfortable cushioned seats were
positioned against the wall at the rear.
   McMillan immediately noticed the new penis guillotine and securing posts
positioned proudly in the centre of the room and slightly to the right so
as not to obscure the view of the whipping post.
   "Please make yourself comfortable, Geoffrey," Alice invited him.  "They
will be with us imminently."
   "Oh, how I have missed this, Alice," McMillan said with a voice weakened
by the effects of his passion.  "Such a disgusting, dangerous habit."
   "Indeed." Alice looked across at him beyond his notice with a sly grin.
She found the hypocrisy in his words to be most amusing as she sat in the
seat next to him.
   Minutes later, Maud arrived, leading the young Elsie, naked into the
chilling chamber.  Her black velvet correctional gown flowed with ominous
intimidation, highlighting her shining, fair hair.  Neither Elsie nor Maud
noticed the two figures secreted away in the alcove.
   "Just get yourself over to the whipping post, you disgusting little
sinner," Maud demanded.
   Elsie was sobbing with hysterical terror.  "I didn't do it Miss McCann.
I really didn't."
   "Lying will only make it worse," she retorted.  "You are going to suffer
dearly for your self-abasement."
   McMillan's penis began to twitch in his trousers as he watched Maud
harshly bind the arms of the beautiful budding young girl, naked to the
post.  He caught a glimpse of her pubic hair from where he sat; thick dark
curls of womanhood to match her raven black hair.
   Alice walked over to the wall and took the heavy bundle of springy birch
twigs from their cradle.  She smiled in sadistic anticipation and returned
to Elsie with the cruel weapon and readied herself.
   With a brief glace and a grin to Maud as the younger woman made her way
over to McMillan, Alice reached her arm backwards and beat the twigs
viciously across Elsie's tender back.  A spattering of bloodied lacerations
appeared instantly, accompanied by an agonised scream from the trembling
victim.
   As Maud reached the cruel Law Lord, her eyes fell to his crotch.  She
noticed the swelling of an erection growing before her very eyes. 
Previously, Miss Jones had always been the one to assist him with his
discomfort during such occasions.  Now, with Alice handling the
flagellation, the dastardly task of keeping the dirty old man happy had
fallen to her.
   "Are you comfortable, sir?" she asked in a hushed whisper.
   Completely dishevelled, McMillan, with laboured respiration, turned and
looked Maud in the eye without saying a word.  He had desperation in his
eyes, almost pitifully.
   Maud smiled and reached down to unbutton his fly.  She instantly felt
his rampant solidity and proceeded to draw it out of its confinement.
   The room was filled with another cry of anguish as Alice applied the
second stroke to Elsie.
   "Oh, my dear," McMillan mumbled.  "T-thank you.  Thank you, so." He was
suddenly thrilled at her touch; a new touch.
   Maud leaned over to take his uncircumcised, eight and a half inch
tumescence into her mouth at the moment when Alice inflicted the third
stroke to Elsie's back.  Suddenly, Maud became alarmed.  The man's
genitalia emitted the most pungent odour.  He clearly hadn't washed himself
properly for days.  Perhaps even in weeks.  Momentarily, she considered
Miss Jones and all the years she had fellated the filthy pig to a crisis
during whippings and guillotinings.
   "Sir," she whispered; a new plan having taken form in her mind.
   "Y-yes," McMillan sputtered.
   "It has come to my attention that some gentlemen prefer a more robust
form of comforting: a method more in-keeping with the preferences of one's
senses."
   "I-I'm not sure that I follow you."
   "Allow me to demonstrate." Maud reached into her pocket and took out a
small glass bottle.  She unscrewed the lid and poured out a generous amount
of an opaque, off-white liquid into the palm of her right hand.  Easing her
hand onto McMillan's throbbing vessel, she proceeded to massage the oil
into his organ of passion with firm but gentle handling.
   "Oh....oh....m-my...Miss McCann," he whimpered.  "T-that feels s-so
wonderful...ah....ah....." He suddenly realised that what he was
experiencing was what the boys who went to the penis guillotine must have
felt as their members were prepared for destruction.  It was the most
marvellous sensation in the World: the slippery lubrication of a woman's
mouth complemented by the added strength of the fingers.
   The air was alive with Elsie's screams as Alice continued to scourge her
blood-caked back and buttocks.
   Maud used both hands on McMillan's erection, rotating her grip in
circular motions; her fingers sliding easily around the pulsating flesh by
virtue of the oil.
   "T-tell me that y-you never let them spend, Miss," he begged.
   "We don't, sir," she replied, calmly.  "Miss Collette is extremely
strict in her prohibition of sexual relief."
   "T-tell me that they are tortured by their urges, each day." With that
line, McMillan betrayed his feigned justification of morality.  His
passions had clouded his mind and he may as well have confessed to being a
sexually sadistic hypocrite.
   "They are tortured by their urges, daily, sir," she affirmed for his
pleasure.  "After punishments, Miss Collette and I force the able pupils to
tip our velvet and be as men with us without allowing them to spend."
   "Oh....ah...aaahhhhhh....."
   "Accidents come at a heavy price," she informed him seductively as her
hands continued to pleasure his lubricated shaft.
   "W-what do you mean?"
   Maud smiled.  "They are caned during the thrusting if they slow down. 
If they spend.....it's the penis guillotine!"
   She sensed the sudden sexual urgency in McMillan's solid member and
slowed her pace a little.
   Alice untied the senseless girl from the whipping post and turned her
around, securing her again, facing her superiors.
   The ears of all present were filled again with cries of extreme pain. 
Alice flayed the skin from the breasts of the innocent young girl
repeatedly as Maud pleasured McMillan in unison with the strokes of the
birch.
   Fifteen lashes had been delivered to Elsie's breasts and torso when
Alice cast the cruel weapon aside and lifted her victim's legs off the
ground.  She secured them onto the two benches set at right angles before
her, with ropes.  Elsie's vulva was wide open for all to see.  Blood from
her torso dripped sparingly onto the lips of her sex below.  Alice took a
small leather whip from another cradle on the wall and retuned to Elsie
with it.  The bleeding girl's eyes were rolling in delirium.
   "Falling asleep on me are you.  You little sinner," Alice said,
mockingly.  "This should wake you up." With that, she brought the whip down
hard onto Elsie's vulva, her most sensitive sheath of flesh.
   Elsie revived instantly and screamed the howl of the damned.
   Maud poured more oil onto McMillan's penis and set about him again with
zenith.  "We ensure that their bodies burn with passion and the desperation
for a release that will never come," she said as a means of accentuating
his evil delight.
   He gasped and shivered, burning with lust.  His eyes gazed upon the whip
as it fell repeatedly onto the fresh, young pudenda.  The screams
penetrated his soul, urging him onto his climax.
   Cruelty, oh cruelty, he thought to himself.  How I love you.
   Five, six, seven, eight; the lashes continued until Elsie's vagina had
become an angry, bloody pulp of unthinkable agony.
   Maud's hands brought McMillan to the point of no return.  He simply
didn't care any longer and in plain view of Elsie and Alice, he cried out
as a fountain of hot semen jettisoned from the shining slit in his member.
   The lash fell to Elsie's womanhood one last time.  Her scream chorused
with Mcmillan's cry of delight; four more spurts of seed flying from his
convulsing loins.
   Maud's right hand was drenched in his spending as it moved up and down
on him, draining the last traces of his offerings.  She slowed her pace and
waited for his erection to wilt.
   Alice began to untie Elsie and prepared to shoulder her limp,
blood-caked body out of the chamber.
   "W-when you said that you get the pupils to "tip your velvet" after
punishments," McMillan said to Maud whilst trying to catch his breath.
   "Yes, sir?"
   "D-do you use the male or t-the female pupils for that?"
   Maud smiled again, her hand still working his length.  "Both," she
replied.
   With that, and without warning, another eruption of semen shot out of
him.
   *******************************************************
   The following day, Lady Ethel Montfort joined Alice Collette as she was
guided along the row of naked young men and women in St Augustine's
orphanage.
   Alice was adorned in the most elegant gown: dark, flowing and
oppressive.
   The wards shivered with fear as the over-weight patron perused them with
derisive study.
   Ethel was a hetero-sexual sadist who had a penchant for young men.  At
forty-seven, she was visually unappealing, although highly libidinous.  As
she strode along the line, she came upon Joshua Shaw, a fifteen year old
runaway.  He had all that Ethel had ever wished for.  He was Handsome,
slender and his terrified, flaccid penis showed promise.
   "How large does this one become, Alice?" Ethel asked as though she was
examining a piece of fruit.
   "Oh, please, Ethel," Alice replied.  "Help yourself."
   Joshua shivered as Ethel took hold of his length in her right hand.  She
gently stimulated him to erection with slow sensuous strokes.
   Joshua had found his way into St Augustine's after he had run away from
his abusive mother at the age of twelve.  His father had died in a mining
accident and his mother had used her abuse of Joshua to assuage he grief.
   He was found starving in his attempt to secure employment on the streets
of Canterbury.  St Augustine's offered him a sanctuary, or so it seemed. 
Confined to the dormitory with his fellow pupils, the windows set high,
well out of reach and the grounds locked up like a fortress, there was
simply no escape.
   Out of the frying pan and into the volcano!
   As his denied adolescent penis rose to her touch, Ethel stood back and
observed his throbbing length with derisive interest.  "Now that is a
bloody good one," she remarked.  "I would love to see that fall to your
glorious blade, Alice."
   "I could arrange that," Alice replied, nonchalantly.  "But we have an
exploration at hand, for now."
   Joshua's heart returned to his chest as he heard Miss Collette's words,
for he knew that it wasn't going to be his penis that was to fall that day.
Nevertheless, he did know the innocent young man who was to face that
terrible penalty that day.
   "I will take him after the..........  presentation," Ethel said, and
released Joshua's erection.
   "As you wish," Alice replied, nonchalantly.
   Ethel touched the young fourteen year old boy who stood next to Joshua.
"This one doesn't show much between his legs, but I will take his tongue
during the proceedings."
   "Certainly, dear," Alice said, permissively.  "Shall we go in?"
   Ethel smiled and followed her advocate into the chamber of evil.
   *******************************************************
   The patrons lined up in the punishment room in anticipation of the
thrill to come:
   Lord McMillan, Lord Banford, Lady Ethel Montfort and, as always, Lady
Elizabeth Chantelle.
   Alice entered the room with grandeur, adorned in her gown.
   "My Lords.  Ladies and Gentlemen of the gentry," she announced with the
most histrionic expression.  "It gives me the greatest pleasure to
introduce you to the most severe of punishments for the sin of onanism."
   She gestured towards the smouldering vat of hot coals which she had set
to the side of the penis guillotine; a rod of iron buried within its midst.
   "The greatest agony I will inflict for the furtherment of our cause,"
Alice exclaimed.  "The ultimate eradication of sexual release among all of
our wards!"
   The cheers of jubilation rung in the air as Alice concluded her speech.
It was as though De Sade had been reborn in that room at that very moment.
   Elizabeth Chantelle stepped into the punishment room filled with lust
and anticipation.  The condemned young man was so handsome; tall, dark,
slender and well-endowed.  His name was Rodney.  He was sixteen years of
age, easily old enough to leave St Augustine's - if only he wasn't being
held prisoner.  Alice only released her wards after they showed signs of
having the strength and stature to retaliate.  Rodney's libido had got the
better of him and Maud had caught him in the act.  Curiously, it had never
been either Alice or Maud who had captured his lustful imagination.  It was
Elizabeth Chantelle.
   He quivered with fear as he stood with his arms tied to the beam that
secured him into the penis guillotine.
   The patrons sat in the punishment room gallery.  Lady Montfort's naked
young slave, Paul, reluctantly fell at her knees.  She peeled up her long,
thick skirt to reveal that she wore no knickers, having come prepared for
the event.
   "Get your head down there and do as you are told," she ordered him.
   The poor young man obeyed, filled with terror and believing that he had
no choice.  His tongue quickly filled Ethel's thickly hair-coated vulva;
her strong scent filling his youthful nostrils.
   To the side of him, in the gallery, Maud McCann encased the head of Lord
Banford's erect penis between her lips.  Banford was an associate of Lord
Geoffrey McMillan who never failed to marvel at Maud's blatant lack of
concern or inhibitions about who she serviced and in front of whom she did
it.
   Both Banford and McMillan had always been insidious individuals.  They
had sent many a young man to the gallows, purely for the thrill of it,
knowing, full well, that they were totally innocent of the crimes for which
they had been charged.
   Banford savoured the sight of the fear in the eyes of the young man who
stood trapped in the penis guillotine before him.  He looked down, briefly,
at the beautiful young Maud McCann who rolled her tongue around his most
intimate joy, accentuating his wonderful viewing pleasure.
   St Augustine's had been Maud's home for so very long by now.  Her sexual
sadism and hedonism had been wonderfully cultivated by Alice and Elizabeth.
Inflicting severe pain or causing mutilation to others never failed to
arouse the greatest wetness between her legs.
   "Isn't it a wonderful sight?" said Ethel to Elizabeth Chantelle as Paul
continued to tongue her labia.
   "It depends how you would define word "wonderful"," Elizabeth replied.
   "Oh, good heavens," Ethel replied.  "Separating a young boy from his
manhood that he might be liberated from the monstrous practise of self
abuse.  I would imagine that you would rejoice in such a torture, my dear."
   "And in what comes afterwards!"
   Ethel cast a brief glance at Elizabeth and made no further comment as
Alice prepared to unfurl the rope at the side-frame of the guillotine.  Her
tongue rolled around her young victim's penis as it protruded through the
pillory.  The patrons all noticed how the pupils who Alice selected for
penectomy were incredibly well-endowed; all long and unusually thick. 
Perhaps larger penises offered a more visual display.  Or perhaps, the
larger the penis, the greater the temptation to masturbate.  Who could say?
   Next to Maud and Banford, McMillan sat in preparation for his pleasure.
He gasped at the sight of both Alice Collette fellating her young victim in
preparation for his fate and young Paul tonguing Ethel Montfort.
   Elizabeth looked down to where McMillan sat and smiled.  The two had
previously engaged in a passionately lustful affair on the outside and she
decided to seize her opportunity to join in the festivities.  She leaned
over and drew his semi-tumescent member through his fly.
   Slipping the dome between her lips and over his erection, she began to
work on him in unison with Alice's attentions to her young, sobbing prey,
eagerly.
   Rodney noticed the woman of his dreams attending McMillan and a surge of
arousal coursed through him.  Alice noticed his throbbing tumescence
suddenly harden further.  Satisfied that his penis was stiff enough for a
clean cut, she stood and released the rope from her fingers.
   The blade fell and sliced through the morsel of jerking lust,
effortlessly.  The penis popped away from Rodney's body and fell into the
wicker basket below.
   The room was filled with his scream of terrible agony!
   The cry of pain suddenly drew McMillan and Banford to the brink of
climax but they both knew that there was more to come.  This was to be the
premiere of Alice Collette's new, insidious thrill.  She had deliberately
omitted to tie off the base of the young masturbator's penis and as a
consequence, the blood pumped repeatedly from his stump in time with each
beat of his heart.
   Alice reached out to her left and took the smouldering red-hot iron by
the handle from the burning coals.
   "P-please, Miss Collette," Rodney pleaded, already in agony and a state
of shock.  "I beg of you.  I will not be able to bear it.  P-please, I-I am
s-so sorry for what I did.  Please s-sp-spare m-me the iron."
   "You deserve such pain, Rodney," Alice replied.  "If I don't do this to
it you will die." She placed the glowing iron onto the bleeding stump.  "A
righteous boy will deny his bodily need for release.  Think of this as your
preparation for Hell in the afterlife!"
   Rodney screamed momentarily as Alice slowly stroked the glowing iron
across his raw, severed flesh.  The scent of his sizzling morsel filled the
air, to her lustful delight.  The pain was so extreme that Rodney was not
able to bear it and he lost consciousness, almost instantly.
   Maud and Elizabeth's mouths were suddenly filled with rapid bursts of
semen, spent in copious volume.
   Ethel groaned with delight at the sensation of Paul's tongue as she
savoured the sound of the scream.  She turned her gaze, lustfully, upon the
thick and creamy liquid that dripped, delightfully from between both
Elizabeth's and Maud's lips.
   "My God," said Ethel to Elizabeth as she pushed Paul's head away from
her pudenda.  "I almost came to a crisis myself after that, but I want to
save it for the other one's enormous root."
   Elizabeth slid her mouth off Mcmillan's penis and looked up at Ethel
with a hint of complacency; a spattering of semen falling from her chin. 
Elizabeth had witnessed Alice's acts of discipline so many times before;
more so, in fact, than any of the patrons.  All she cared about at that
moment was receiving a slow, luxurious offering of cunnilingus at the end.
   "Do you really enjoy the taste of male seed, Elizabeth," Ethel asked
with curiosity.
   "I do indeed," Elizabeth replied, looking mischievously up at McMillan
as Maud drew the last traces of release from Banford's organ.  "It's the
finest drink in the World."
   "Disgusting," Ethel retorted, sincerely.
   During the course of Elizabeth and McMillan's part-time relationship,
Elizabeth had learned a startling truth about him: in addition to his being
a sadist, he was also a masochist.  One of his favourite fantasies was in
imagining being masturbated to the brink of orgasm whilst secured into the
penis guillotine.  Ever since he had first seen it in action, he had
fantasised for hours with thoughts of Alice releasing the blade onto his
enormous organ.
   It had not taken long for Elizabeth to convey his little kink to Alice.
   Elizabeth and McMillan looked at one another, giggling at Ethel's
response.  Deciding to tease the older woman further, Elizabeth added
another stomach-churning remark to further provoke Lady Montfort. 
"Geoffrey always has had the richest-tasting penis.  He doesn't wash it for
days!"
   ************************************************
   Elizabeth stepped into the boudoir to discover Ethel Montfort sitting
astride Joshua's penis.  She remained fully clothed save for her missing
knickers.  Joshua was pinioned across the ottoman with Ethel's weight
pressing down onto his waist.  Despite the discomfort, he couldn't deny the
pleasure of feeling her warm wet vagina moving up and down upon his rampant
length.
   "Oh, this feels so marvellous," Ethel groaned as Elizabeth came closer.
She noted how the younger woman had changed into a see-through silk nighty,
in preparation for her own coming enjoyment.
   "It's nice to see you so happy, Ethel," Elizabeth offered with sincere
warmth.
   "How can a woman fail to be so when she has a young cock the size of
this one inside her?"
   Elizabeth laughed.  "I am just awaiting the young man who pleasured you,
downstairs."
   "Wonderful, Elizabeth....ah...ugh...just wonderful," replied Ethel as
her loins began to build to a crescendo.  "He gives......ah......the most
marvellous tongue.  Unfortunately, he only has a small cock."
   "I know," replied Elizabeth with a disappointed look upon her face. 
"However, I intend to have him tortured as a penalty for his shortcoming
after he has brought me to completion."
   "Oh, my dear.....ah....ah....ugh......w-what a wonderful idea.......oh
my!  I-It's happening......ah......ah......ahhhhhh..."
   Young Paul entered the boudoir, now fully clothed.  Often a patron
enjoyed the practise of stripping the wards themselves, leaving them with
even less of a sense of identity.  Paul's expression was deeply sullen.
   "Are, here you are," Elizabeth noted as he came into view.  "Come and
join me over here." She walked across to the back of the boudoir and sat on
the edge of the bed with her thighs parted leaving Robert with the sight of
her dripping vulva.
   "Come here, now," she demanded.  "Put that tongue to work again."
   Nauseated, Paul knelt before her as had been demanded of him.  He
pressed his face into her sex and buried his tongue deep into her crevice.
   Elizabeth groaned with ecstasy as Ethel stood up and off Joshua's
trembling erection.  Ethel's skirt fell back down to conceal her hirsute
intimacy.
   Joshua's chest rose and fell in rapid bursts.  His glistening penis
twitched repeatedly, completely unrequited.  He was seized with a desperate
urge to take himself in hand, literally driven mad by the fundamental need
to ejaculate.  Elizabeth's groans and the sight of Paul licking her added
to his lustful suffering, ten-fold.
   Elizabeth stood that Paul's face was pinioned upwards as she looked down
upon him, dominantly.  He drew the woman from her rapidly as the tip of his
well-trained tongue found her clitoris and began to lap around her
erogenous morsel with flicking, circular motions.  Sometimes, the pleasure
of release following the enjoyment of torture was so compelling to her that
life would not be worth living without it.  St Augustine's was the fulcrum
of her life; the end towards which she worked each day.
   She shuddered and convulsed as her climax arrived.  She gripped Paul's
hair and held his face taught against her womanhood.  But it still wouldn't
be enough and she knew that.  His torture must come after she had spent
herself.
   "Stop," she ordered and pushed Paul away from her, harshly.  "That will
be quite enough, young man."
   Paul stood back and bowed his head, urgent not to displease the
mistress. His penis had risen to its full four and a half inches during the
cunnilingus.  There was no disguising his diminutive shame.
   "That is a matter I want to address with you," Elizabeth said, sternly.
"I find your erection pointing at me to be insulting, it is so small."
   "I-I am so sorry, my lady," Paul stammered his piteous response.  "I
couldn't stop it."
   "I don't think that you understand, young man," she snapped at him.  "I
don't believe that a male has the right to have a small manhood.  It shows
your inferiority.  For that, you are to be very severely dealt with."
   Trembling with terror, Paul began to weep as Elizabeth stood up from the
bed and pulled her nighty down, once more.
   "You will wait here whilst I fetch Maud." As she made her way out of the
room, Elizabeth noted Joshua still lying on the ottoman with his eight and
a half inches still standing proud.  She took hold of it and masturbated it
slightly.  "This is the size yours should be.  This!"
   Paul clasped his right hand over his eyes in shame, wondering what was
going to happen to him; the tears pouring from between his fingers.
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   Elizabeth, Alice and Maud led Paul back into the punishment chamber.
   McMillan, Lady Montfort and Lord Banford had decided to leave St
Augustine's to continue their business.
   Paul shivered uncontrollably.  He had often wondered if life was worth
living since entering the confounded orphanage.  Alice seized him by the
earlobe and dragged him over to a set of overhanging shackles.
   "We can't have our patrons displeased by what nature has given to you,
Paul," Alice said, sternly.  "You must suffer the price for your
inferiority."
   She proceeded to strip the shirt from his back and secured his wrists in
the shackles.  He sobbed incessantly as Alice drew down his trousers. 
Elizabeth stepped around to the front of him and stroked his left cheek,
perversely.  In his fear, an involuntary erection had formed between his
thighs.
   "Just look at that," Alice remarked with disgust, gesturing towards his
erection.  "It's not even big enough for the guillotine.  It probably
wouldn't even get past the pillory!"
   "I-I can't help it, Miss Collette," he pleaded.  "It's just not my
fault."
   "I'll decide whose fault it is," she retorted and turned to Maud.  "My
dear, I would like you to fetch both the birch and the leaded whip from the
wall please."
   Paul's heart froze in horror.
   "With pleasure, Miss," replied Maud with a sadistic grin upon her face.
   "I want you to flay his back raw for Lady Elizabeth's pleasure and then
we will see what we can do about his inadequacies."
   Maud took the two insidious weapons from the wall and positioned herself
behind Paul.  Without further ado, she spat the twigs of the birch sharply
across his bare buttocks.  He cried out with the shocking pain which was
immediately followed by a stroke from the lead-tipped scourge.  The balls
of the whip tore open the tender flesh raising a howl of excruciating agony
from its recipient.
   "Can you see how the birch loosens the skin first and the flogger skins
him alive afterwards, Elizabeth?" Alice asked calmly.
   "I certainly, can," Elizabeth replied, clearly impressed.  "What a
marvellous idea."
   Maud lashed Paul on his existing wounds with the birch and followed
again with the flogger.  The blood began to ooze from his hind quarters
onto the backs of his legs.
   "Oh, my Lord, Miss Collette," he cried, unable to take any more. 
"Please stop.  Please!"
   "We're only just starting, Paul," Alice informed him, coldly.  "Again,
Maud!"
   The flagellation continued with the utmost mercilessness.  Paul's
screams were ear-shattering.  Elizabeth reached under her gown and began to
fondle the moist folds of her labia; too aroused to resist.
   Maud set about his back in like fashion.  His consciousness began to
fail him as his flesh became a bloody pulp of brutally lacerated tissue. 
On and on it continued.
   He had received ten sets of birch/leaded-whip thrashings when Alice
realised that his inability to endure such pain may cost them the next
planned phase of their entertainment.
   "Alright Maud, that's enough," she said.  "Let's get him over to the
whipping post where we can really enjoy some sensual torture."
   The three sadists released Paul from his shackles and dragged his limp
form across to the post.  Alice took his chin into her hands and taunted
him, further.
   "You are now going to learn what happens to young men who are rather
small down there," she said.
   Maud and Alice shackled him to the post with his arms tightly secured
above his head.  His eyes rolled in delirium; his blood coating the post,
generously.
   "I don't know about you, Alice," said Elizabeth, "but I am extremely
aroused, again.  Come and feel this." She lifted up her gown to reveal her
pubic splendour.
   Alice stepped over to Elizabeth and gently stroked her labia with two
fingers.  She immediately noticed the flood of vaginal juices as they
soaked the small brown curls of hair.
   "Good Lord!" Alice exclaimed.  "You are wet, aren't you?  Would you like
to feel mine?"
   Elizabeth eagerly reached down under Alice's dress and began to fondle
Alice's sex.
   "I see that the flagellation has affected you in like fashion."
   Alice smiled at the touch of her friend.  "After this, would you care
for another game of "fuck and flog"?"
   "What do you think?" Elizabeth grinned, sexily.
   Turning back to Maud, Alice motioned towards an iron bucket in the
corner of the chamber.  "Would you tie that bucket to the end of Paul's
member, please my dear."
   "Certainly, Miss Collette." Maud walked over to the bucket and noticed a
slender but firm length of string inside it.  A cloth sack sat next to the
bucket.
   "I have had this idea for sometime, Paul," Alice said to her hapless
victim.  "I feel that is only fitting that we attempt to make a man of
you."
   Elizabeth watched with fascination as Maud tied one end of the string
tightly just below the bulbous dome of Paul's diminutive phallus and the
other end to the handle of the bucket.  Within moments, it hung, suspended
from his organ.
   Paul, still shivering from the shock of his scourging winced as the
weight of the bucket tugged at his flesh.
   Alice took the sack and brought it over to Maud and Paul.  "This
treatment should help to improve your size.  It is such disrespect to our
patrons for such a pitiful penis to be on display to them." She reached
into the sack and drew out a large rock and placed it into the bucket.
   Elizabeth's eyes widened with cruel delight and surprise.  Maud groaned
as a sudden surge of arousal struck her pudenda.
   The sudden pain revived Paul from his semi-conscious state as Alice
dropped another rock into the bucket.
   "Oh, no," he screamed.  "Please Miss.  Please stop.  I beg you."
   The more Paul cried out, the more aroused Alice became.  She continued
to drop one rock after another into the bucket until the boy's penis was
stretched far beyond its natural capacity.  The prepuce was becoming an
angry shade of purple and the shaft, a thin strip of flesh with no
dimensions.  Alice continued to apply the rocks to the bucket until the
room was filled with the sound of continuous screaming.
   "That should do the trick," said Alice with no hint of compassion.  "If
the weight doesn't tear it off, it just might cause that little pizzle of
yours to grow a little."
   "That is just wonderful, Alice," Elizabeth said with sadistic awe.
   "Shall we retire to some more pleasure, ladies?" Alice asked, warmly.
   "I should certainly think so," Elizabeth replied, eagerly.
   Alice rested her right hand on Maud's shoulder and smiled at her,
seductively.  "Would you mind applying the caning dear?  Afterwards, I will
take the cane whilst one of them services you."
   "I couldn't be more eager, Miss."
   "Wonderful.  In that case let us go and select three of the most
well-endowed." Alice turned back to Paul; his eyes bulging with untold
torture.  "We will leave you for a couple of hours.  If your penis doesn't
come off, we will hang the bucket from you again tomorrow."
   Paul screamed again at the prospect whilst Alice, Maud and Elizabeth
departed the chamber laughing at his terrible predicament.
   Ultimately, his penis would survive.  Nevertheless, the torment he would
endure daily for months to come would cost him his sanity.
   His three tormentrixes left him to his ordeal and made their way towards
their afternoon of delight.
   **************************************************************
   Four months passed.  During that time, Geoffrey McMillan had made
several requests of Alice that she might arrange for him to administer the
scourging of a young female transgressor personally, and that his victim
sexually service him following her chastisement.
   Ordinarily, Alice would have had no objection to such.  However,
McMillan's manner of asking had been particularly demanding and dictatorial
- not a method of approach that Alice took kindly to.  Additionally,
several new patrons had recently joined the fold, two of which, the Earl of
Godmanchester and Sir Robert Dreyfus, were considerably more favourable,
wealthier, more socially influential - and more personally hygienic - than
Lord McMillan.
   A plan had formed in Alice's mind regarding how best to deal with
McMillan - a plan she had spent hours discussing with Maud.
   It had turned eight o' clock one evening in June when Alice was sitting
in her chambers leisurely masturbating.  She was interrupted from her
sexual fervour by a knock on her bedroom door.
   Grudgingly, she threw down her nighty and decided to answer.  "Enter."
   Maud stepped into the room, sheepishly.  "Lord McMillan is here to see
you, Miss."
   Alice rolled her eyes, contemptuously.  "I will be down in a moment,
Maud."
   "Yes Miss."
   "Maud," Alice said suddenly and with a somewhat serious tone of voice.
"I would like you to join the meeting."
   "Of course."
   "Can you recall any of our conversations about him?"
   In response, Maud's face lit up.  "Yes, Miss."
   "I think that tonight will be the night." Alice stood and made her way
downstairs with Maud in tow.
   Maud's mind began to race.  Are we really going to do it?  She thought,
hopefully.
   The two women entered Alice's office to find McMillan sitting opposite
the desk, a glass of brandy in his hand.
   "Geoffrey," said Alice, feigning that it was a joy to see the man.
   "Alice," he replied, coldly.
   "And what can I do for you at this hour?" she asked
   McMillan stood and glared at Alice and Maud, with clear displeasure in
his eyes.  "I want to know what you have arranged for me with regards to my
request."
   "Oh, Geoffrey," Alice smiled, mock-apologetically.  "I do apologize.  I
have been so busy with one thing or another.  It simply slipped my mind."
   "It persists "in slipping your mind," Alice," he barked.  "When are you
going to arrange it for me?  Do I need to remind you how well I have
supported your......school......over the years."
   The pangs of rage began to well up in Alice's chest again as McMillan
began his tirade of implied ultimatums.  "Well, we have a thirteen year old
girl set for a severe flogging tomorrow morning if you would care to spend
the night again." Alice was very successful in disguising her anger as she
spoke.
   Upon hearing her words, McMillan immediately calmed down and smiled his
oily amicability at her.  "Oh, how wonderful," he beamed.  "Please forgive
my pragmatism, Alice.  I should never have doubted you."
   "Think nothing of it, Geoffrey," Alice said, over-emphasising the idea
that there was nothing to thank her for.  She stepped closer to him,
clearly in preparation for a proposition.  "I am utterly horrified that I
have disappointed you, sir.  You have been so good to us.  Perhaps you will
allow us to make it up to you in the meantime."
   "Oh?  And what do you have in mind?" he asked, jovially.
   "Well," she continued.  "It has come to my attention that you have a
personal.........  fetish regarding our.......guillotine.  Is that not so?"
   McMillan lowered his head, slightly embarrassed.  "Elizabeth!" he
murmured with the realisation of where Alice had come by that information.
   "Oh, please don't concern yourself about it," Alice offered,
comfortingly.  "It is perfectly natural.  After all, it is such a
marvellous instrument and one which brings untold joy to us all."
   "Well, I suppose when you put it like that......"
   "Please, Geoffrey," Alice rested her hand on McMillan's shoulder,
reassuringly.  "Let Maud assist you with your fantasy.........tonight."
   "Are you sure, Alice," he responded in lustful anticipation.
   "Of course.  It's only a dream.  It isn't the real thing, is it?"
   "Well Alice, how can I refuse such hospitality?"
   "I would love to do it for you, sir," Maud said with an eager, servile
tone.  "Allow me to escort you to the chamber."
   McMillan was seized with sexual excitement as Maud took him by the hand
and led him out of the office.
   "Maud will pleasure you in ways that you have never known possible,
Geoffrey," Alice said, smiling after him with extreme false warmth.
   The moment that they were out of sight, Alice's smile instantly fell
into a cold, sinister look of hatred.
   *********************************************************
   Lord Geoffrey McMillan dropped the last of his vestments onto the floor
of the punishment chamber filled with a combination of trepidation and
extreme sexual urgency.
   Maud stood naked before him; her fair hair held away from her neck by a
hair band.  Her pert breasts and neat dusting of pubic hair caused him to
tremble with lust.  His penis rose of its own accord as he prepared for the
realisation of his own masturbatory fantasy.
   "You are quite a man, aren't you, sir?" Maud said as she gazed at his
erection.
   "I am so pleased that you think so, my dear."
   "Would you like to be restrained like the boys are during sentence?" she
asked, confident of his answer.
   "Oh, yes please," he replied, almost pleading.  "I want it to be totally
authentic."
   "As you wish."
   Maud led him to the punishment bench next to the whipping post upon
which lay the restraining beam.  McMillan eagerly fed his wrists into the
loose ropes and waited as Maud knotted them, taut.  He stood to feel to
cool wood pressing against his buttocks.
   "Now, would you care to join me over at the guillotine, sir?" She asked,
sweetly.
   McMillan grunted an incoherent lustful noise and stepped over to the
guillotine, trembling in anticipation.  Maud took hold of his throbbing
member and guided it through the pillory.  She followed by securing the
hooks on the beam into the locks in the two posts at either side of the
guillotine.
   "It feels so strange," he commented.  "And yet so exciting."
   "It will get even better," Maud informed him as she stepped around to
the front of the guillotine.  She paused for a moment and gazed down at his
organ as it protruded through the pillory; long, thick and dripping with
pre-ejaculate.  "It usually takes some time to get a pupil into that
condition."
   McMillan's bare chest rose and fell rapidly as she spoke.  "Please,
Maud," he whimpered.  "Please suck it."
   With some serious mental preparation, Maud knelt down, knowing that
McMillan had the foulest penis of any patron.  She cautiously stroked the
tip of her tongue around it and fought not to gag at the dreadful stench of
him.  She conquered her disgust by throwing herself into her task.  Her
lips sucked him in and her tongue darted around his length skilfully as she
moved her head back and forth.
   McMillan moaned with delight.  Maud was, beyond doubt, the most
wonderful fellatrix St Augustine's had ever seen.  Her ability to give oral
pleasure was unsurpassable.  She brought him to the brink of climax with
ease, repeatedly, ceasing her expert treatment whenever ejaculation was
imminent.
   McMillan suddenly understood the true torment of orgasm denial torture.
Oh, how delicious, he thought.
   Maud withdrew her mouth from him and picked up the lantern of oil from
the floor at the front of the guillotine.
   "Oh, Maud," he cried.  "Please don't stop.  Please!"
   "Oh, I'm not stopping, sir," she reassured him as she poured the
lubricant along his length.  "I want to give you the full experience." With
that, she used her right hand to smooth the oil around his member with
long, delightful strokes.
   "Ahhhhhh," he gasped.  "Oh, m-my dear.  What an angel you are."
   McMillan was suddenly alerted to the sight of Alice walking naked into
the chamber holding an iron bucket.  She closed the door behind her and it
sealed shut with a clang.  "The one thing that I have always adored about
this door is the way in which it keeps the sound contained within," she
said with a curious coldness.  "You can stop now, Maud."
   "W-what!" McMillan uttered, in shock.  "Oh, please don't stop, Maud. 
Your hand feels so delightful."
   "I know," Maud replied with a devilish grin.  "It always does.  How do
you think the pupils feel?"
   "M-Maud, w-what are you saying?"
   "What she is saying, Geoffrey," Alice interjected, "is that we have set
a trap for you."
   Given his current circumstances, his penis poking through the pillory of
a guillotine with no means of pulling himself out, McMillan suddenly felt a
twinge of panic.
   "I have taken enough of your ultimatums and demands Geoffrey," Alice
bellowed at him, angrily.  "Nobody tells me what I must or must not do."
   "B-but Alice......"
   "Don't "but Alice" me, you snivelling miscreant," she shot back at him.
"Your life is going to end tonight.  Maud will release that blade and you
are going to bleed to death."
   "P-please, Alice," he begged, suddenly realising the potential reality
of the situation.  "I implore you.  You will never get away with it."
   "Oh, but I will, Geoffrey," Alice replied with extremely convincing
confidence.  "We will weigh your corpse down and cast it into the lake. 
Nobody will know what happened to you."
   "B-but why?" he asked, consumed with terror.
   Maud noticed that his erection was beginning to wilt as the fear
consumed him.  She took the initiative and resumed her masturbation of him
in preparation for his fate.
   "We no longer need you," Alice said.  "And who would ever investigate
us? We are the greatest source of pleasure the House of Lords has ever
known.  Do you honestly think any one of them would risk exposing their
recreational activities on your account?  For what it's worth - we are the
authorities!"
   McMillan groaned again as Maud manipulated him.  "T-then I will just
n-not come back.  Ever.  You have my word."
   "That time is past," Alice said, exasperated at his naiveté.  "It's too
late.  Do you honestly think we can let you live after this."
   "I-I beg you, Alice......"
   "And do you know how vile you are, expecting us to take your unclean
appendage into our mouths?" she shot at him with disgust in her eyes. 
"Well, Maud has had to suffer that for the last time.  Elizabeth only
entertained you for political reasons."
   "She will l-learn t-the t-truth about what happened," he stammered. 
"S-she will vindicate me."
   Alice laughed, hysterically at his words.  "Elizabeth is my lover, as is
Maud," she revealed.  "You have no idea how disgusting we all find you to
be.  Elizabeth included."
   Maud smiled again as Alice stepped closer to him with the bucket.  "Is
he stiff enough, Maud?"
   "I think so," came the reply as Maud's hand worked hard upon his length.
   "Then I think that it is time!"
   Upon hearing her employer's words, Maud released McMillan's penis and
stood to move around to the rope.  Alice pressed her naked body next to
hers and kissed her tenderly on the lips.  Their tongues probed one another
in a gesture of empathic lust and sadistic desire.
   Alice broke the embrace with her young lover and turned back to
McMillan. "I want you to look at something before you die, Geoffrey." She
stepped before him and preened her nakedness before his eyes.  "Behold the
body that you have never taken!"
   Maud finally unravelled the rope and held it tightly, looking to Alice
for her order.
   "N-no, Alice," McMillan begged, desperately.  "No!  No!  No!"
   Alice gave Maud a slight nod of her head and in response, the young
sadist allowed the rope to fall from her grip.
   The blade fell.  It was all over within an instant.  McMillan's penis
fell to the floor as he screamed in agony; the same agony that he had so
enjoyed watching innocent young men suffer.
   Alice darted across to him and cupped the bucket in front of his penile
stump.  "I must catch all of this blood otherwise it's going to be a
dastardly cleaning task tomorrow."
   Maud giggled at Alice's remark and watched in fascination as McMillan
screamed in his death throes.  A thought suddenly occurred to her as he saw
his penis lying on the ground.  She knelt down, picked up the bloodied
organ and raised it to his eye level.
   "Why don't you have a taste of the disgusting thing," she said and
thrust it into the man's open, screaming mouth, effectively muffling his
irritating noise.
   "Well done, Maud," said Alice as she continue to collect the blood from
his body.
   The geyser continued to spurt from Geoffrey McMillan in rapid bursts,
until finally, his heart beat no longer.
   Alice and Maud looked upon the corpse of their victim with great
amusement as he stood trapped in the deadly toy that he, himself, had
financed.  Maud's beautiful face bore the look of joyous, murderous pride.
   That night, the two women disposed of the body in the lake just behind
the trees at the rear of the school, under the cover of darkness as they
had promised McMillan.  Nobody ever learned of his destiny and nobody ever
tried to find out.
   As far as the English people were concerned, Lord Geoffrey McMillan, the
infamous "Judge Gallows" as he had been dubbed, had simply disappeared. 
His fate would become one of history's great unsolved mysteries.
   ********************************************************
   St Augustine's continued as it had done for another thirteen years. 
Alice finally decided that the time had come for her to retire.  Maud had
married a young nobleman in 1907 and the menopause had affected Alice's
libido.  Several key patrons had also passed on.  Nevertheless, the history
of St Augustine's was riddled with tales of heinously sadistic cruelty,
mystery and ecstatic sexual bliss to those who inflicted it: a dark legend
which was destined to vanish from the knowledge of man, until almost
one-hundred years later when another would discover the last surviving
diary of Alice Collette.
   Taking everything possible from those few pages, extending even to the
hypothetical, this then......
   ...............is all there is to say!
   The End!
   As with the first "Sinners," an illustrated version of Sinners II is
also available.  It can be printed off as an A4 book, complete with a
cover. If you would like me to send you a copy, please feel free to email
me.
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