Caworth

Synopsis

Two ladies shelter in a mausoleum on the anniversary of the destruction by fire of the associated manor; a fire which killed many of the occupants while they were engaged in an evening of debauchery. The ladies find themselves intimately involved in that evening.

Caworth

by obohobo

Warnings

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The text in this story contains erotic material and is expressly written for adults only.

MF NC Rape Punishment

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This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to persons living, dead or otherwise is purely coincidental, etc.

Copyright 2004

Chapter 1. The Mausoleum

"I hate to say this Betty," Blanche shouted above the noise of the wind and rain, "I don't think we are going to make it to the B&B tonight."

"We've got to find some shelter from this wind though. We won't last the night out in the open in this weather. Maybe we can get to the Mausoleum at the Manor house ruins. I seem to remember there was quite an overhang to the roof," Betty replied speaking directly into her companion's ear.

Both women were experienced hikers but this time the early October weather caught them out. The morning forecast was for quite reasonable weather and they started out in bright sunshine with high expectations of a good day's walking, but by midday the clouds thickened and rain coupled with a strong head wind followed shortly afterwards. Soon clouds blotted out the landscape and the pair were forced to proceed slowly and navigate by compass to keep their direction over the open moorland. Fortunately they had walked the route before and could pick out a number of landmarks when they were close enough to see them. Such was the case now as they rested for a few moments in the lee of an unusual shaped boulder.

"Yes, we sat and ate lunch there a couple of years back. It was a sun-trap then, not like now! Should be less than a mile but it is going to get dark early tonight so we best keep on. The track will be too tricky to get down in the dark. It's a spooky place but we should survive."

Caworth Manor was at one time the home of the Dickwood family but fire gutted it in 1928 and many of the family and staff lost their lives. The fire was an arson attack perpetrated by the husband of one of the maids in reprisal for Lord Dickwood's cuckolding of his wife. The incident was reported in the Yorkshire Echo for October 11th 1928.

'Fire last night totally destroyed Caworth Manor, the home of Lord Dickwood and his family. He, his wife and over thirty guests, including a number of other nobility, and staff lost their lives in the tragedy. It appears the fire was started deliberately by Henry Bottomly with the intention of destroying the place and causing the deaths of the Dickwood family. He is believed to have lost his life in the fire too. Only the cook, five maids and four men were able to escape by battering down the wooden door to the coal cellar. Ironically one of those who escaped was Mrs. Edna Bottomly who tearfully confided to our reporter. "When my husband found out that his Lordship and his friends were using me and the other maids in ways that only a husband should, he became very angry. At the best of times he was a very short-tempered man. He forbade me to work there any longer but I refused to give up the work because it was well paid and Henry couldn't do much work because of his gammy leg. He must have followed me to the house and got in the back way and locked the door. Most of the guests and a lot of the staff were in the upstairs gaming room. I had been for most of the time but had to go down to the cellar for more wine. When I came up one end of the hall was well alight and Henry was throwing lamp oil on any furnishings that would burn. I tried to get out of the side door but that was locked and I couldn't get near the main entrance or the back door because of the flames. Henry didn't see me because he was busy taking setting fire to the stairway. Mr. Jeffries, one of the butlers, said to go to the cellar, which I did along with some of the kitchen staff. The door to the coal chute was bolted from the outside but two of the men broke it open and we escaped."'

The report listed the dead and the findings of the investigating officers.

Since then, the house had been plundered for building stone but the mausoleum, a large ornate building containing the tombs of the Dickwood family from 1707, was still intact and the whole site was now maintained by the Caworth Preservation Trust.

"Here we are Betty," Blanche exclaimed as she dumped her pack on the ground alongside one of the pair of ionic columns that framed the entrance door. "And it is comparatively dry and sheltered under this arch. It won't be comfortable but in our sleeping bags it shouldn't be too bad."

Betty dumped her rucsac and agreed. "I could use my mobile and call for help if you think it is necessary."

"No," Blanche replied, "We've been in worse situations. The stone ledge will be hard and cold but with our sleeping bags inside the large outer plastic bag, we should be warm enough or at least we shouldn't freeze to death." She rummaged in her rucsac and found her LED headband torch and put it on. "You fill your billie with water and I'll get the stove going. We can at least make some hot chocolate and we've got our emergency rations and the left-overs from our packed lunch." Blanch set the little gas burner in the corner by the doorjamb and then on impulse tried to turn the iron ringed doorknob. To her amazement, the door opened. "I guess one of the trust people forgot to lock it," she told her friend.

"I don't know if we ought to go in, Blanche. I'm not sure I want to sleep in with those dead bodies." Betty had visions of a charnel house with the skulls of the long departed grinning hideously at her. Blanche was already inside.

"There's no sign of dead bodies Betty, just tombs like you see in churches. It's dry and clean so I guess the trust people did some cleaning in here. We could zip our bags together and lie on this double tomb." She read the inscription, "Here lyeth the remains of Lord Richard Dickwood and of his wife May who died in a tragic fire on the 10th day of October in the year of our Lord Nineteen hundred and twenty-eight. R.I.P." Blanche paused and remarked, "Today's the anniversary of the fire."

"And no doubt the warlocks and witches will be about," muttered Betty who had now entered the mausoleum too, "But you're right, we'll be better off in here than under the archway. I'll bring our things in."

For the next half an hour, they explored the room and made themselves a warm drink and ate some food. Feeling a little more relaxed, they sat by the flickering light of the emergency candle. It was shorter and thicker than the normal household candle and was reputed to burn for a longer time. This was its first time they needed to use it. "We'll have to shut the door to keep the draught down but I'll push a piece of the thick card from the chocolate box between the lock and the keep to prevent anyone locking us in." Blanche acted on her suggestion. "That will also keep the door from banging. Now let's nip out for a quick pee and then get our boots and outside clothes off and snuggle into our sleeping bags," she went on. "It will be much warmer in them."

The pair were no strangers to sleeping together. Betty moved in with Blanche ten years previously, when they were both 26 years old. She obtained a job at the firm where Blanche had worked for a year and put a card on the staff notice board asking if anyone could suggest an address for accommodation. Blanche answered the request, saying she had a spare room but in less than a month the two found themselves sleeping in the same bed and that arrangement had continued ever since.

Tonight though, there would be little love making. The cold air and the hardness of the marble top to the tomb necessitated leaving on as much of their under clothing as possible. Only their faces were uncovered. For a while they cuddled close and talked in hushed tones of their experiences and what little they knew of the people lying under them. Soon though exhaustion took over and they dosed off.

"Ah! You're here at last. No need for you to sleep in this place. We have been expecting you. Please come with me."

Blanche woke with a start and stared at the uniformed man holding an oil lantern. Betty gave a little scream. The lantern held close to the man's face produced shadows that gave him a ghoulish appearance and in this mausoleum she believed they could have come from a devilish source. Quickly she scrambled out of the sleeping bag and ran for the door. It was locked. The bolt appeared to have penetrated the card.

Chapter 2. Meeting Lord Dickwood

"This way please Miss Cecilia," the man indicated to Betty and then to Blanche, "And you too M'lady. We mustn't keep his lordship waiting."

"Who are you?" Blanche tried to sound firm but her voice cracked.

"Craven, M'lady. Head butler. Now please do hurry. You have to get ready for the party and some of the guests are already here."

"Party? And why do you keep calling me M'lady?" Blanche queried as she to slid out of the sleeping bag. Betty was still trying to find a way of opening the door.

"The party to celebrate the second year of your marriage to his lordship, Lady Dickwood. This way please." Craven led her to the opposite end of the room from the door. Puzzled at the strange happening, Blanche felt compelled to follow and Betty, not wishing to be left on her own ran and clasped her friend's hand.

"Please be careful ladies, these steps are a little steep." At the end of the room a floor slab had been lifted to reveal a set of stone steps that led downward. Craven went first and waited at the bottom holding the lantern high to illuminate the stairs for them.

"I'm glad I've still got my walking socks on," Blanche muttered, "These stone flags are cold enough through the wool." Betty gripped her hand tighter and Blanche could tell she was shaking with fear. Although also somewhat afraid, Blanche took it more as a dream adventure into something that might turn out to be very exciting. From the bottom of the stairway they were taken along a low, damp tunnel for about fifty yards to another set of stairs that went upwards. From the direction and distance Blanche guessed they should come up in one of the grassed areas that once were the inside of the Manor. Craven went up the stairs without stopping. The ladies followed not wishing to be left behind in the dark.

To her surprise, they emerged in what was obviously the cellar of the house. "This must be under the grass," Blanche said to herself, but then realised there were other people around and the cellar was lit by many candles. Maids and boys moved purposefully around collecting vegetables and wines. Craven and the two women followed a pair of maids up a larger staircase and came out in the kitchen. After the coldness of the tomb, the heat was comforting but made them a little drowsy.

"Good evening M'lady and Miss Cecilia," a round faced woman addressed them, "Nice to have you here." Turning to Craven she went on, "You found them then?"

"Yes, Cook, lying on top of their tomb as we expected."

"Good. We can go ahead with the party now as planned. I'll get Mrs. Crabshaw to tell a couple of the maids to take them to their rooms and help them dress for the party."

"What are we doing here please?" Betty asked timidly. "Where are we?"

"In the kitchen at Caworth Manor. Where else are you likely to be?" There was a hint of scorn in the woman's voice, "And you're here to celebrate the master's second year of marriage. How could you forget such a thing? The master would soon impress that on you even if you are M'lady's sister."

In the few minutes they waited, Blanche and Betty looked around the kitchen and noticed all the men and women were working hard to prepare a meal on the huge black stove and on the open hearth. "They even have electricity here, Betty," Blanche whispered noting the odd pointed shape of the bulbs and the flickering light. "If this really is 1928, this must be one of the first houses to have electricity in the area. Must have their own generator somewhere." Although her mind couldn't really believe she was in a room that only existed until seventy-five years previously, she wanted to observe as much as she could. Perhaps it was a dream but if it was then it was very real. She could feel the heat, smell the cooking, and respond to those who brushed passed her in the course of their work. But if it wasn't a dream, then what was it? In couldn't be real, could it?

A thin, sharp-nosed woman entered the kitchen followed by two scantily clad young girls. "Good evening M'lady and Miss Cecilia. I'm Mrs. Crabshaw head of household and this is Joanna and Emily," she announced, "They will take you to your rooms and help you dress. You have a little over an hour before you must be in the dining room." Dress? Both ladies looked at each other. Betty had to smile. Here they were in a grand house, wearing woolly socks, long johns, sweaters and a woolly hat. Just as they had been when they scrambled from their sleeping bags. In the situation they now found themselves where everyone wore some kind of uniform, they looked very incongruous. Blanche thrust it from her mind and none of the staff seemed to be taking any notice either.

"Thank you Mrs. Crabshaw," Blanche answered, trying to get into the part she still believed was a dream.

"This way if you please ma'am," Joanna, the older of the two maids spoke, "His Lordship wishes to speak with you first. He's in the games room." The girls led them up a wide ornate staircase and into a large room. A few well-dressed men stood around smoking pipes but all eyes were focused on one of the maids bent over the back of a chair and the tall, distinguished looking man applying a strap to her bare buttocks. Joanna and Emily stopped a few feet away and curtsied.

Lord Dickwood looked up and paused and placed the strap down over the back of the maid. "Stay there, I haven't finished with you girl." Blanche and Betty were horrified at the sight but also felt a stirring between their legs at the sight of the young girl's well-displayed cunt. There was little time for them to think or protest. His lordship put his arms around Blanche and gave her a hug and a passionate kiss, "May my dear, so glad you were able to come. It's been a long while."

Betty had the same treatment, which caused her some concern. "If Blanche is his wife, should he kiss me quite like that? Maybe he was as debauched as the stories say."

"If you'll excuse me for a few moments ladies, I'll finish warming this young girl's arse and then we'll go to your room and while you change from that amusing costume, I will explain what will happen at the party."

"Why are you…?" Blanche started.

"Oh Darcy complained she didn't perform very well and just lay still when he took his prick to her. I've only given her a few strokes so far so you can watch while I put some real fire into her cunt, unless you would prefer to do it." Blanche shook her head. To her it looked as if the sobbing girl had already got a fiery bum but she decided if it was a dream she shouldn't say anything. Tears were rolling down Betty's cheeks but she too kept quiet.

After another dozen strokes the girl was crying loudly and pleading she would perform better next time. Her arse was now a livid colour. Lord Dickwood put the strap down and the maid started to stand and rub her painful bottom cheeks but she was ordered to stay in position. "We'll see if you really mean what you say Henrietta. We'll see if you perform better next time." He looked around the room. "Boy, come here," he ordered one of the footman standing at the side of the room, "You look as though you are aroused by the sight, drop your breeches and fuck this miserable bitch and do it hard so we see if she is going to perform better."

"Sir, I don't think we should watch this," pleaded Blanche. It was the first time for many years that she had seen a man's erection and she knew her companion hadn't either.

"You will watch and take note," he replied brusquely, "You will certainly need to make sure you perform well later May, otherwise your arse will be just as sore and seeing you're my wife, it will be the birch that you feel! That goes for you too, Cecilia." Blanche turned away but was soon grabbed from behind and held so she had to watch. "Joanna, you hold Cecilia," he ordered and then commanded the boy to fuck with more force.

At first Blanche was only held around the waist but soon she felt one hand forcing its way inside her long johns and knickers while the other headed upwards until it found her left breast. "Please don't." she pleaded. Her eyes looked around the room and noticed all the men were looking leeringly at her.

"May, you may only be playing the part of my wife but you will play it realistically. By the end of the evening you will think this very mild. May loved pricks in all her holes and by the time the party is over, you and Cecilia will have had them well filled too, even if you need many strokes of the birch first. Our guests will love that. You can see how this little strapping has aroused them. It will delight them further to see a Lady suffer under the bite of the birch."

With tears in her eyes Blanche watched the young boy rape the maid and when he didn't thrust deeply or hard enough into her, Emily was instructed to lash his arse with the strap. Joanna, firmly holding Betty, had her hands inside her captive victim's clothing and was feeling her in the same way as his Lordship. Finally the boy shot his semen into the maid and withdrew. "You can stand now Henrietta. You know what you have to do." Again the lord's voice was cold and brutal. Henrietta fell to her knees and a rehearsed speech, thanked him for kindly correcting her and then took the boy's prick in her mouth and sucked it clean. Both Blanche and her friend found this utterly disgusting. Neither had sucked a man before although they were very familiar with women's juices. "Don't even think about refusing," the lord hissed in her ear, "You'll be forced to one way or another. Refusal will only mean more pain."

"Please let us go Sir, please. We didn't mean any harm by sleeping on your tomb."

"No May, maybe you didn't but we are glad you did. And seeing you are my wife and we will be intimately connected, you and your sister are allowed to call me Richard. Only the servants and lower order guests use my title. Now go to the bedroom and change out of those grotesque rags into your party clothes. I'll be along shortly for a little preview of what is underneath." Turning to the maids he went on, "Joanna, prepare them but don't put their dresses on until I have examined the pair of them."

Chapter 3. Preparing for the party

"In here M'lady." Joanna opened the door to the master bedroom. Blanche gasped at the size of the room and the huge four poster bed with curtains between the uprights. These were drawn back to reveal sumptuous black satin sheets and bedspread set off by red satin pillows. "Miss Cecilia is in the next room, M'lady. It has its own entrance from the hall but the connecting door from this room is always open. Master's instructions ma'am." She allowed Blanche to spend a few minutes looking around the room and taking in the ornate furniture, the delicate dressing table and the carved gilt framed mirror.

"What a sight I look!" she said when she saw her image. She stared at the mirror, seeing herself in her wool socks, her long johns and white Aran sweater and a colourful bobble hat on her head. The absurdity if the contrast between her dress and the luxurious surroundings brought a smile to her face.

From the other room came Betty's voice praising her room and looking through the doorway, Blanche could see the neighbouring bedroom was furnished almost as lavishly and hers. The two started gleefully to compare the rooms but Joanna brought them back to the reality of the situation.

"Ma'am, I think we should start to get you ready. It is not wise to annoy the master by being late." Joanna's voice trembled as she spoke. "If you will sit here ma'am I will help you out of these clothes." Somehow in these surroundings, it seemed very natural for Blanche to have a servant undress her and it was especially pleasing the servant was a young scantily clad female. Each time the girl bent forward Blanche could see almost the whole top surface of the maid's breasts and the barely hidden nipples. The hemline covered her bottom by only an inch and Blanche knew from following her up the stairs, that she wore no undergarments. Had the circumstances been different, she would have dearly loved to take the maid into her bed. "Perhaps when the party is over?" she wondered.

In a short time Blanche was naked and the cool air of the room brought goosebumps to her arms and made her nipples stand firm. She walked over to the log fire. "It may be a grandiose room, but even with the fire it is chilly. Give me central heating anytime," she thought.

"I suggest you use the commode now M'lady. It may be difficult to get away later," the maid interrupted her thinking and lifted the seat on the box like chair. "I can start to brush the tangles from your hair at the same time." Up to this point and with all the other strange happenings, Blanche hadn't thought about needing to pee but now it had been mentioned she realised she needed to go but to do it while her hair was being brushed? The girl didn't seem fazed by it. Perhaps nobility were used to it or was it was another Dickwood perversion? Joanna waited by the commode. Shrugging her shoulders, Blanche sat on the seat and almost immediately her pee flowed noisily into the ceramic pot. Unconcerned, Joanna chattered about the warm weather for the time of year and this partially obscured the noise.

"This can't be 2003," Blanche mused, "This year is cold and wet." Out loud she asked how long Joanna had worked at the manor and how she liked it here. She'd been there four years but was a bit non-committal about liking her work. "Some days are good, but others not so good. We gets paid well but we has to take the good with the bad."

"I think I should give you a quick wash now, ma'am so you're fresh and clean for his Lordship. He could arrive anytime." Blanche looked for toilet paper but there was none in sight so she remained on the commode. Joanna poured water from a jug on the washstand into a bowl and stood it beside the commode. Blanche shivered as the cold wet flannel was rubbed over her face and down on to her breasts. "You've filled out a bit while you've been away, if you don't mind my saying so ma'am. You used to be quite thin and only have perky little tits. I'm sure the master will like these." After drying the top half, Joanna requested her to stand while she washed her stomach, genitals and legs. Finally she did Blanche's buttocks and made sure she was clean in the crevice. If the water had been warm, Blanche would have enjoyed the maid's attentions but chill of the flannel kept her arousal down and Joanna washed her clinically and made no attempt to stimulate her. "I'm sure the master will be particularly interested in your bum ma'am. It's nice and plump, just how he likes them but make sure you don't anger him because he will certainly enjoy applying the birch to it as well as poking his prick in there."

"You don't mean he will…?"

"Oh yes my dear May, I will certainly want to ram my prick up your delightful bum hole." Lord Dickwood entered the room, "Move to one side Joanna so I can see my wife in all her naked glory." Blanche tried to use her arms and hands to cover her breasts and pubic area but was immediately ordered to clasp her hands behind her neck. Heeding what Joanna said, she did as ordered. "Yes indeed, you have filled out nicely, May. Nice and plump and cuddly and I love those nice full tits. They will swing well if I have to take the lash to them."

"You wouldn't hit a woman's breasts sir, surely not. That's barbaric."

"I told you to call me Richard as a wife should. And yes I punish women on their breasts. It gives me great pleasure to see them flatten and move around and to hear the squeals the women make. It doesn't take a lot of power to make a woman cry that way. Is that not so Joanna?"

Joanna hung her head but answered, "Yes, M'lord, it does hurt badly when we're whipped there."

Richard inserted his finger in Blanche's dry cunt causing her to wince. "When did you last have a man's prick up there woman? You're tinder dry."

"Many years ago Richard," Blanche answered a tear running down her cheek. "Twenty years, when I was sixteen."

"Well that will be rectified tonight. What about this hole?" Richard probed her arse without gaining an entrance.

"Never. Even the thought disgusts me and I would think the pain would be unbearable."

"Again, you'll find out tonight."

"Please Sir, won't you just let us go. I'm not really your wife. I'm…"

"Whack! Whack!" Richard's hand cracked into her bum cheeks leaving a very red mark. "You will do exactly as you are told otherwise you won't even sit down to dinner comfortably and the punishment will be given in front of everyone. They'll love that sort of entrée. Now get dressed while I go and see Cecilia. I hope she is going to be a little more co-operative." Tears flowed down Blanche's cheeks but she bit back the reply she intended correctly believing it would have only led to more pain. "As you saw earlier with Henrietta, women are very subservient to the men in this house and that does include you. I married you for my pleasure and for the pleasure of my friends. If our pleasure causes you pain, you'll just have to put up with it." Richard started to leave and then turned to Joanna, "Oil her holes before you put the dress on."

Blanche was sobbing when Joanna produced a bottle. She handed her a handkerchief. "Ma'am I have to do this. Dry your eyes now. Two little smacks is nothing to what you could have had." She made her mistress bend over so she could work the oil into Blanche's rectum and vagina. The warming oil even caused her to become aroused but Joanna made no attempt to stimulate her further.

From the other room came the sound of a more prolonged spanking and by the squeals it was Betty on the receiving end.

Betty was far more reluctant to undress and Emily was having great difficulty in persuading her to remove her bra and knickers. Even though she'd managed to undo the clasp to the bra, Betty still held the cups tightly to her breasts. "Ma'am," Emily pleaded, "You'll get us both a hiding if you are not ready for the master to inspect you and he's in the other room."

"He has no right to do this to us at all. No man has seen me unclothed since I was a teenager and I don't intend to start showing my body to them now," retorted Betty. Her fear grew when she heard Lord Dickwood's raised voice in the other room and then the sound of Blanche being smacked. Desperately she clutched the bra cups to her chest with one hand and held on to the waistband of her knickers with the other. Emily was trying franticly to remove them when his lordship entered.

"I'm sorry M'lord," Emily tearfully cried, "She just won't let me…"

"So Cecilia, you wish to defy me." His lordship grabbed Betty and held her while Emily removed the offending knickers and then lost the bra when he threw her face down across the bed. He ordered Emily to sit on her shoulders and to hold her still. From a wardrobe he produced a pair of soft leather moccasins and with one in each hand he belaboured Betty's arse with hard strokes delivered at a furious pace. Betty screamed and shouted but it was all to no avail. Emily held her firmly until the master deemed he'd punished her enough. After perhaps forty strokes her nates were glowing deeply red and very tender. "Now perhaps you'll do as you are told. I can always have you taken to the dining room with nothing on at all and thrash y4ou there." Lord Dickwood's voice showed his anger.

Joanna clasped Blanche preventing her from going to her friend's aid. "You'll only make things worse," Joanna whispered, "She'll get more if you are there, just like Henrietta did."

Suddenly a naked Betty ran through the connecting door into room and flung her arms around her friend. "Blanche!" she screamed, "You've got to get us out of here. Get us away from this monster. You were the one who wanted to sleep on the tomb." Hugging her friend as if she could somehow protect her and they could disappear into nothing. "He spanked me like a kid. It hurts! It hurts like hell!" Tears streamed down the woman's face.

"Betty dear, there is nothing I can do. I don't know what is happening either. All I know is that we have got to go along with it and hopefully we will wake up and this nightmare will be over."

"It's all too real for a nightmare Blanche. The pain is horrendous. I want to wake up now!"

"That was only a little spanking, Cecilia, wait until you feel the birch and I can promise you will if you don't do as we wish. It's time you two had a good fucking instead of playing with each other and there will be plenty of men here tonight willing to provide that service. You may be a little older than we would normally like, but the fact that you are near virgins will make up for that. And the fact that you have a little more meat on your bones." Richard commented from the doorway. "Emily, make sure this one is oiled too and then get her dress on. I want them both in the dining room in fifteen minutes otherwise you two maids will feel the strap. Understand? Don't take any nonsense from them. It will be your arses that pay the price if you do."

"Yes M'lord," the pair responded in unison as he left the room.

Emily pulled Betty back into the other bedroom and roundly scolded her for the way she'd behaved. "Now either you do as you are told Miss Cecilia or you will feel my hand on your arse as well. My slaps won't show on top of his lordship's spanking and I'm not going to get a dose of the strap because of a stupid old crone like you." Betty was taken aback by the vehemence of the outburst and by the terms the young girl used. "Old crone indeed!" She hesitated. "SMACK!" Emily's work hardened hand found its target on the already well-chastised rump. "Now move," Emily commanded.

"I need to use the loo," Betty wailed.

"Loo?" Emily queried.

"The toilet," Betty was angry and exasperated, "The lavatory."

She was shown the commode and Emily thrust her painfully on it. "Get on with it Miss Cecilia, we haven't much time." Although she objected, Betty was forced to perform in front of the maid. Ten minutes later with tears streaming from their eyes, Blanche and Betty were led from the room. In their minds the dresses were far too revealing even if they had been given under garments.

"We look like sluts," Blanche weeping exclaimed. "Maybe that is what they expect us to be or at least it seems so according what Richard said. And we're supposed to dine in front of everyone dressed like this." The back-less dresses barely contained their boobs and were short enough to show their pubic hair even when standing. "Please let me wake up," she wailed.

Immediately they entered the dining room, Lord Dickwood came to them, "Welcome ladies," he said loudly, giving them each a kiss on the cheek, "Welcome to the party." In a lower tone he whispered, "Dry your eyes and don't you dare embarrass me in front of my guests." Joanna came forward and wiped both their faces. "Let me introduce you to my friends."

Chapter 4. The Party

"May, I would like you to meet Lord Rodney Goodwin. Lord Goodwin, my new wife May." Richard introduced the stocky balding man.

"Pleased to meet you May." Lord Goodwin took her right hand in both of his and kissed her on both cheeks. Blanche recoiled and started to cry again. Richard looked disgusted but went on to introduce his new sister-in-law, Cecilia. Betty didn't even allow him close enough to kiss her cheek. Richard was furious.

"My most sincere apologies Rodney, they seem to have no sense of etiquette at all. I thought I would have to allow them some leeway but they have insulted both of us. If it will help alleviate some of the shame I feel at their behaviour, would you care to be the first to chastise and stripe their arses? Perhaps immediately we have finished the meal?"

"My dear Richard, I shall be delighted to perform such an onerous task. I know you had no choice in the selection of the two women but I am sure we can educate them to our ways. However, if through ignorance, they insult every guest in this way, they will have no skin left to flay by the time the last one takes his turn."

"I do agree Rodney. I am sure it is through sheer ignorance they behaved in this way. Joanna!" The maid came to him. "Joanna, you are only a lowly maid and yet I am sure you know how a lady of nobility should greet her guests. Is that not the case?"

"Yes, M'lord. I have been trained to perform that service, Sir."

"Good. Then will you be so kind to demonstrate exactly what these two uneducated women should do." Turning to Blanche and Betty. "Dry those eyes and watch Joanna and make sure you copy what she does when I introduce you to the other guests. You are already getting one caning from Lord Goodwin and a birching from me but this can easily be supplemented by others should your performance come below par. Do you understand?"

"Yes, M'lord," they both muttered.

"Dry your eyes then. You can't see properly through a deluge of water." Still sniffing but with drier eyes they watched as Richard introduced Joanna.

"Joanna, I would like you to meet Lord Goodwin. Lord Goodwin, my maid Joanna."

"I am pleased to make your acquaintance Joanna."

"The pleasure is all mine, M'lord." Joanna allowed him to pull her close and kiss her cheeks and then the tops of her breasts. "Thank you M'lord. I shall be delighted to be of service to you this evening." She kissed Rodney tenderly on the lips before stepping away.

"I too would be delighted to further my acquaintance with you later my dear," Rodney responded.

Aware that all eyes were on her, Blanche tried to take in what was said and done. She abhorred the fact that Joanna was offering her body to this older man, mainly because she was afraid to do otherwise. It would be the same for her. "Will I have to do that to everyone in the room?" she wondered.

Her reverie was broken by Richard asking harshly, "Did you get that? There's no excuse now for either of you not responding to my guests properly. Remember your bodies are at their disposal whether for pain of pleasure and angering them will only bring more pain. Do you understand that May? And you Cecilia?" Both nodded, too frightened to speak. "We'll try it again."

Lord Dickwood repeated his introduction to Lord Goodwin and this time, although her speech was still shaky, Richard considered her performance acceptable. Betty almost broke down again but managed to get through it. Fortunately they were not introduced to all the guests, only it seemed to the more important ones. Some of the younger guests took further liberties and added putting their fingers in the women's crotches. Blanche started when it happened the first time but steeled herself not to pull away. Finally they were asked seat themselves at the table.

Blanche sat on Richard's right with Betty was on his left. Rodney partnered Blanche and Richard introduced Sir Nigel Depster as Betty's companion on her left. "Ladies," his lordship warned, "You are already due for punishment, do not incur our wrath any further by resisting our attentions at the table. Remember your purpose here is for our pleasure and we will take that pleasure no matter how much pain we cause in the process." He leaned over and undid the laces at the top of Blanche's dress and spilled her breasts into the open for all to see. Blanche was about to protest but her words were cut off by Richard remarking, "Having your tits on show doesn't cause you any pain. Making a fuss will see them striped."

Nigel freed Betty's tits but apart from a further flow of tears, she wisely refrained from trying to dissuade him. "What do you think of them Nigel?" Richard asked.

"Very nice Sir. Nice and large but quite firm. They'll wobble nicely if Smeathers has to apply the lash to them."

"That's Smeathers by the door," Richard indicated a liveried footman holding a leather strap about two feet long by a little over an inch wide and having most of its length split into three tongues. Richard called him over and showed the ladies the strap. "It's used to immediately correct any of the maids and boys who do not do their job properly. It's quite soft but it packs a goodly sting and I'm sure Smeathers will delight in using it on your lovely tits ladies."

While they waited for the food to arrive the ladies felt the hands of their partners explore their pubic areas but gritted their teeth and tried to ignore it, fearing their tits would feel the bite of the strap if they gave his lordship any excuse for using it. However, when the food was on the plates, things almost became normal. Only the flagrant revealing dresses of the maids would have been out of place at a normal banquet.

Blanche expected these girls would have been felt and played with as they served but it seemed an unwritten rule that they were left alone. "Why is it that we are touched on our sexual places and the maids are left alone?" she asked trying to get into the conversation.

"We've had accidents," Richard replied, "Having a hot tureen of soup in one's lap isn't an experience to be repeated."

The food was good but neither of the ladies felt like eating at first but gradually their appetites came back as the lively and friendly conversation gave them a false sense of security. This vanished when a young maid knocked over and broke a glass of wine. Fearfully she presented herself to Lord Dickwood and with tears streaming down her face, apologised. His Lordship, pausing from his meal for only a second or two, said, "Go and ask Smeathers to warm your chest with six good ones, Maria." Crying, Maria curtsied and went to receive her punishment. The old man smiled and gestured to a simple, solid, wooden chair.

Maria obviously knew the system. She sat in the chair and wrapped her arms around the back. Smeathers tied them with leather thong already in place for the purpose. Most of the diners stopped eating to watch the footman as he raised his arm and lashed the strap hard across the young girl's breasts. She let out a piercing scream and squirmed in agony. Several of the guests clapped or shouted encouragement as Smeathers laid on the remainder of the punishment. The poor girl's breasts were red raw by the time she was released. Immediately she carefully cupped them and was about to leave the room when she was ordered to show his lordship.

"I guess you will be a little more careful in future Maria," his lordship smiled and quite cruelly squeezed each tender globe. "Better leave them exposed and get cook to put something on them when you next go downstairs." Blanche and Betty were horrified and wondered if they would be receiving punishment to their breasts too.

Blanche looked around trying to assess if there was any hope of escape but with only the one door to the landing and stairway, and with all the staff, there was little chance that she would get further than a few paces. "Wake up! Wake up!" She kept telling herself but somehow she knew this wasn't a dream or even a nightmare.

"Knock, knock, knock." Lord Dickwood rapped the table with his tankard. "Gentlemen, I suggest we now move to the games room and prepare to have some fun with the ladies." Turning to his companions he said, "Come ladies you are the first entertainment." Blanche tried to go the other way but two footmen quickly captured her and forced her to the games room. She heard Betty screaming as two footman dragged her along but she couldn't do anything to help her friend.

The sight that greeted their eyes immediately shocked them. It was so unlike any games room they had ever imagined. The floor along the long wall under the windows was carpeted with mattresses draped with black silk sheets. Various pieces of restraint apparatus were prominently positioned around the room but what caught the ladies attention was the two old fashioned pillories in the centre of the floor. As they were thrust towards them they knew now with certainty they were to be locked in them and severely punished. "Why are you doing this to us?" Blanche pleaded, "We've done nothing to hurt you."

"Because May was in there on our last night together, not for punishment like you but because she wanted to be captive and completely at our mercy. In your case it is for our pleasure and the sound of your screams as you are thrashed and raped will be music to our ears and add to our horniness. We live for these nights when we can debauch helpless ladies. Generally we prefer young girls but sometimes you more mature women are exciting too." As he spoke he undid the lacing to her dress and pushed it to the floor. Still held by the footmen, Blanche could do nothing to prevent it. Soon she was completely naked. Blushing deeply she stood in front of the guests who called out comments on her bodily features. "Look at the size of those tits! Smeathers will need a day to cover them with his strap." "You could thatch a barn with her cunt hair." "An arse that size will take the rod well."

A round of applause went up when Betty lost her dress and her body was revealed. "Gentlemen." Lord Dickwood held up his hand for silence. "Gentlemen, may I introduce my new wife May, and my sister-in-law Cecilia. Both tell me they haven't experienced a man's prick in them for nearly twenty years and neither of them have ever been fucked in the arse. May I ask that you give them at least one good poke before we allow the maids in for your pleasure. Having felt them earlier, I can tell you they are very tight but I'm sure with your help, they will be much looser by the morning." He waited for the applause and comments to subside and went on, "Earlier, as many of you saw, they insulted my good friend Lord Rodney Goodwin and as some recompense I have asked him to perform the first caning of their bottoms. This he has kindly agreed to do. Rodders, would you like to select a cane from the table while we fasten this pair of miscreants to the pillories."

Many willing hands pushed the ladies and bent them over the front bar of the pillories. Quickly their ankles were spread and secured and their necks and wrists locked by the head bar. The pillories were now positioned so the two ladies were head to head and about four feet apart. "Stand back Gentlemen, if you please. Admire the view of the almost unblemished flesh. It will not remain that way for long and it will be a long while before it regains its unblemished status."

Two women were in the audience, but they were never referred to and Lord Dickwood only addressed the sixteen male guests. The women, both of whom had attended these parties before, were wives who enjoyed being spanked and getting extra cocks. One of them, Juliet, commented, "Will you put me in there afterwards Richard? I would love to be helpless and have both my holes so openly available to everyone. And my mouth too. And look at the way their tits hang and sway. You must get Smeathers to tickle them for us. Richard, you just have to dear." Others murmured their agreement.

"Will you wish your titties tickled too Juliet?" laughed Richard.

"I wouldn't mind but as you can see, I'm rather small by comparison and they won't wiggle quite as deliciously."

"Of course you're right Juliet dear, whey don't you ask Smeathers to come over here and he can tickle them while Rodders and I apply the cane and the birch."

Betty started screaming at him, calling him an inhuman monster who had no regard for the sanctity of women. Richard slapped her face. "Cecilia, you can scream as much as you like when we begin your punishment but adding insults will only increase the number of strokes for both of you. You were to have six apiece from each of us, it is now ten."

Smeathers had arrived and Rodney stood, cane in hand waiting for the signal to start. "Richard, why don't the three of us work round in a circle. I lay one on May's arse with the cane and go and treat Cecilia, then you do the same with the birch and Smeathers can tenderise their globes in between. That way we'll get to fucking them a little quicker," Rodney suggested. The suggestion was taken up and seconds later Blanche yelled as the cane crashed into her arse and almost simultaneously the strap flattened her breasts. Because of their bent over position, Smeathers couldn't hit with the same force as he did with Maria but even so the pain was tremendous. Through her tears Blanche could see him grinning.

The birch wielded by Richard landed at the same time as the cane and strap hit Betty. The shrieks now increased in volume but the guests seemed to find this all the more stimulating and most now had their pricks out and were gently massaging them. Steadily the pain increased until the victims felt they could take no more. They knew they must be bleeding and horribly scarred from the onslaught. However, although the welts were deep and would show for weeks, there were only small droplets of blood when the birch tips had broken the skin in a few places. Smeathers hit their breasts alternately from each side. Each time one breast caught the full force of the strap body while the tips curled and bit into the flesh of the other. For the victims the thrashing seemed to go on forever but when they were almost fainting from the pain, the beating stopped.

"Which hole would you like Rodders?" his lordship enquired.

"Cecilia's bum, if you don't mind old man," Rodney replied, "I see you have oiled it ready perhaps Juliet you would like to hold her open and guide my weapon in."

"Certainly Rodney. I'll even give it a little suck first and get some spit on it for you."

Betty was nearly hoarse from screaming but she cried out again at the pain of Rodney's entry into her back passage. Her buggerer didn't concern himself but forcibly fucked her hard until, in a short while, he shot his load. He offered the sticky prick to Betty's mouth and at first she refused but complied when Smeathers brought the strap painfully to her tits again. "Use your tongue Cecilia," Rodney ordered, "Unless you want your nipples tickled again." Sir Nigel entered her cunt and began raping her with deep hard strokes.

Meanwhile Lord Dickwood fucked Blanche hard and fast in her vagina. "I would wager you didn't expect to be filled with the seed of a lord when you started out the other day," he teased, "Maybe you'll carry my baby and continue the Dickwood line."

"Oh God no!" she cried, "I would never live it down." She knew she was unprotected and in her fertile period as she knew Betty was also because over the years their periods had become synchronised in the way that women living together often do. Then she thought, "What nonsense, you can't dream a pregnancy." Towards the end of her rape and despite the pain she was in, she was surprised to find her juices flowing freely and body becoming aroused. However that was only the first of many times her holes were used and her cunt and arse became more and more sore as one guest after the other used her. Betty had passed out twice and been revived and Blanche had several times been on the borderline of consciousness.

After about an hour, although Blanche had no real knowledge of actual time, there were gaps between the sexual assaults on her body and she noticed the maids were back in the room and many of the guests were taking advantage of them on the mattresses. Some maids were obviously enjoying their time but others Blanche sensed were only doing it because they had too. Juliet lying was over the vaulting horse and being spanked by a footman

"FIRE! FIRE! There's a madman setting light to the place!" One of the footmen flung open the door and yelled.

"Close the door you fool!" Lord Dickwood yelled when he saw the smoke billowing in. All activity ceased and pandemonium set in. Some tried to open the shuttered windows but to no avail. They went back to the dining room but the way downstairs was blocked by fire. Blanche and Betty were panic stricken. They knew the fire would burn the place to the ground and they were helplessly fastened in the stocks with no one worrying about their fate. Suddenly a man rushed into the room carrying a can, his clothing alight and yelled obscenities at his lordship but they lasted only a few seconds as a fireball burst through the open door immediately killing everyone inside.

By the time the fire crews managed to get to the isolated site, all that was left was the crumbling, smouldering shell of the manor. Even if they had arrived earlier, it wouldn't have made much difference; the only water supply was the well that supplied the house.

*****

"Oh God, I feel so sore." Blanche woke and found herself in her sleeping bag lying alongside Betty. The candle still spluttered reassuringly and for a few moments Blanche thought the earlier experience was all a dream and that sleeping on the hard tomb had made her stiff and sore but almost immediately her coldness told her she was naked inside her sleeping bag. "Oh God," she said again, "It must have happened. I went to bed fully clothed." Her hips touched Betty and she knew she too was naked. "Betty!" she yelled and tried to turn towards her companion. The material of the sleeping bag brushing against her breasts and the movement of her buttocks sent excruciating pain through her body. "Betty!" she cried again. This time Betty opened her eyes and cried out as the pain hit her.

"Blanche? You're still alive? We're still alive?"

"Seems like it. Don't know how. You feel still feel the whipping too?"

"Oh so badly. I can't move Blanche."

"We've got to Betty. We've got to get out of here. We should have spare clothes in our packs if they are still there. I can't see the clothes we went to bed in. They must have been burned in the fire." Unzipping the bag she unsteadily got off the tomb and put on the headband torch. In the light she could see the swollen and vivid colour of her breasts and the welts on Betty's arse. Guessing her own was in a similar state by the pain each step caused. "You've got to get up Betty. I know it hurts but we must try and put some clothes on otherwise we'll freeze. She found Betty's spare socks and gave them to her before putting on her own but she found putting her trousers on was impossible. Her oversized sweatshirt did cover her top but putting anything else on was just too painful.

"Is the door open Blanche?" Betty asked wondering if they were trapped in this mausoleum.

Crying out with pain, Blanche tried it. To her relief it was. "Yes, Betty and it is just getting light. Not raining either." She returned to Betty who too had also decided wearing trousers or even knickers was an impossibility. Neither of them had brought a skirt. They discussed what to do for some minutes but the cold was becoming more intense and Betty seemed to be fading again. "I think we'd better take our stuff outside and get into our sleeping bags and use the mobile to call the rescue squad. We're not walking anywhere today and we need urgent treatment. If my arse is like yours, those welts will become infected in these conditions so we'll need antibiotics. They'll clean out some of the sperm too and maybe we won't become pregnant although with the sperm being three-quarters of a century old, it shouldn't still be fertile. While we are waiting we'll have to concoct a story, one that is at least believable."

In the end Betty became passed out again and none of the stories Blanche came up with could be made to fit the event so she decided to keep nearly to the truth. Blanche phoned the rescue team and after giving details of their position, went on, "We went into the mausoleum to shelter overnight from the rain and woke up next morning having been terribly whipped front and back and we've been raped as well but can't remember anything about it. Probably our minds have shut out such a terrible trauma. We can't walk or get our clothes on and although we're in our sleeping bags, it is freezing cold and the pain is really bad. Betty seems to be fading into unconsciousness now and I'm feeling woozy." Fifteen minutes later the rescue helicopter arrived and whisked them to hospital.

*****

"Good, you're back with us again," the young black nurse smiled at Blanche, "Perhaps your friend will be back with us soon."

"Betty? How is she?"

"Quiet again now. You've both been delirious and screaming on and off for the last two days. It must have been a very traumatic time for you."

"Did you hear what happened?"

"I heard nothing that you don't want told dear but I sure am glad I didn't go through it." From the little smile the girl gave, Blanche knew she'd heard at least part of the story.

"What have they done to us?"

"The doctors? Well they put you on sedatives and painkillers and cleaned out your vagina and rectum. Samples have gone to the labs for testing. You've also had antibiotics for the infections in your welts."

"Did we get the morning after pill?"

"No, we're not allowed to give that without permission and you weren't able to give it and it's too late now. We did suck out as much of the sperm as possible but there was so much and we cannot guarantee we got it all. You must have been raped by many men."

*****

Nine months later, Blanche became the mother of a baby boy and Betty a girl.

Finis