Properly Theirs, page 11
part #10 of Victorian Correction Series
Doctor Brown, who had washed his speculum and restored it to his bag while his lordship enjoyed giving Caroline her first oral encounter with a man’s hardness, proffered further advice, now. “Perhaps, Mr. Rackley,” said the physician, “you will wish to have Miss Montgomery’s masters and mistress gather round the table.”
Robert glanced over at Mr. Rackley, the master of Red Meadows—and Robert’s own master, as the world saw it, though the tall, dark-haired gentleman had often told his coachman that in the most important matters, such as the discipline and fucking of the maids of the household, he regarded the servant as an equal, a companion, and a comrade-in-arms. Upon Mr. Rackley’s face now he saw the typical thought and care with which his master always approached the sexual training of a young woman, along with an admixture of the same burgeoning lust Robert felt between his thighs.
“Indeed,” Mr. Rackley said, gesturing to Captain Rather, and then to Robert. “Robert, take Sarah’s place, if you please, and assist Miss Erskine in holding miss open for her first fucking. The captain and I will stand by her face.”
Gladly Robert advanced to the place his master indicated, as Sarah, pink-faced, took a step back.
“Sarah,” called Miss Erskine, “remove your clothing, now. You will serve the pricks that wait to enter miss, and kiss my cunt, as we order you. You may begin by undressing me as I watch miss’s defloration.”
Robert, taking the raised right knee of the lovely girl upon the table, looked down into Caroline’s face just as Miss Erskine delivered this command to the little maid. In the debutante’s eyes he could see a lovely confusion as she learned so much about the amorous ways of men and women in so little a space of time. Her parted lips, wet with the effort of pleasing the earl and shining perhaps with a little of the nobleman’s manly essence, showed with the rapidity of her breathing just how excited the idea of her training made her, now that she understood how much pleasure awaited her when she made up her mind to comply with her masters’ instructions.
The earl had discovered the same arousal in the girl, and had begun to heighten it, meanwhile, from the enviable position he had just assumed between Caroline’s spread thighs. Robert turned his attention to the young, virgin cunt bared by Miss Erskine’s razor, where the nobleman’s demanding fingers now made the debutante cry out through those moist lips, louder and louder. Two fingers upon her rosy clit, and the thumb inside, probing at the closed place he soon would open, the earl gazed down rapturously at his lewd caress of the sweet furrow that must now for the first time feel the plow of a man’s hardness, the tight tunnel that must undergo the penis’s invasion, pleasurable for the earl this first time, and soon enough pleasurable for the girl as well, but only after the conquest of her maidenhead that would make Miss Caroline Montgomery cry out as she learned what it truly meant to be fucked.
The nobleman bestowed this rough caress with his right hand while he pumped his cock hard in his left. Robert smiled to see the penis come closer, and to witness the earl’s clever way: his lordship withdrew the thumb he had pressed inside Caroline’s soaking slit, and the girl gave a forlorn little wail, now, though the intrusion had elicited from her a cry of alarm only a few moments since. But the earl, his fingers still rubbing firmly at her clit, replaced the thumb with the head of his prick, and the result upon the debutante’s face made Captain Rather say, as if the officer could not help himself, “There you go, Miss Montgomery. Does that not feel nice?”
Her breath coming in pants, Caroline looked up at the captain and whispered, “Wh-what… what is it?”
Then she gave another sharp cry, for the earl had pressed in further, perhaps to the place where the barrier lay, ready to fall.
“It is my cock, girl,” the nobleman said. Then he spoke to Robert and Miss Erskine. “Hold her tight, now. I shall fuck hard, and then deflower the bottom and spend in the anus. After that, by Mr. Rackley’s leave, we shall all have a turn.”
Robert looked down at Caroline’s face again, and saw wide-eyed alarm, but also the same helpless need that had occupied her features when the doctor first stimulated her. The coachman did as the earl had bid, pressing the lovely knee he held even further back, so that the peer had the sweetest imaginable prospect of a cunt and whipped bottom arrayed for his enjoyment, the first sexual use of Miss Caroline Montgomery.
Mr. Rackley turned to the doctor, who stood now a few feet away, observing the scene with a quiet smile of accomplishment upon his face. “Does that seem a reasonable course to you, Doctor Brown?”
“Oh, indeed,” the physician replied. “I advise it most strongly. Miss Montgomery should wait a few days before she has more than one penis inside her at once, but from a philosophical point of view it would be best to make clear to her your co-mastery by having her one after the other right now, from the start. Then, if as I have been given to understand the earl is to train her today as his exclusive property, the girl may be brought to his bedchamber and if necessary secured to the block and punished for any reluctance she may show. My examination of Miss Montgomery indicates that she may have as much vigorous coitus as her masters wish, provided you honor the plan you sent me and give her by turns to each master—or mistress—for a full rotation before enjoying her together as a group.”
Caroline’s response to these words concerning her training comprised low, whimpering moans, for the earl accompanied the salacious disquisition with a gentle inward and outward motion of his cock from her cunt, withdrawing the head of the rampant charger entirely and then reinserting it. Robert could not help thinking that he would have done exactly the same, though he confessed to himself that he might not have done it with quite as much style, or in a rhythm as finely calculated to make the naked debutante cry out for the immediate sacrifice of her maidenhood to the libertine peer.
A glance passed between the earl and Mr. Rackley, and Caroline’s guardian nodded thoughtfully. “So let it be done, then,” said the master of Red Meadows. “You may fuck this wayward young lady, Bertie, as you will. Then, as her guardian, I shall have her, followed by Captain Rather and young Robert. Hannah, my dear, will you be angry with me if I place you last in our little rota?”
Mr. Rackley spoke the words in a gently mocking tone, and Robert saw pass between the amorous pair a look he had often seen, of conspiracy that the coachman envied without fully understanding it. Miss Erskine certainly possessed an unnatural, uncanny quality that inflected all she did, an air of perpetual readiness to upset the pretensions of the firm-handed, hard-cocked men about her, but the dark-haired woman brought it off with a flair that matched the earl’s in its own way. Robert could not say truthfully that he saw what Mr. Rackley saw in Miss Erskine, precisely, but he envied the bond they shared—despite the way it admitted so generously of Robert himself having a fuck now and again inside Miss Erskine’s luscious, neatly trimmed cunt.
Indeed, Sarah had finished undressing Miss Erskine to the corset, which as both servants knew the fascinating woman preferred to keep on, unlike so many of her sex. This article, as specially made for Miss Erskine, had upon it hooks and eyelets so that the skirt of her shift might be pinned up so as to expose, delightfully, her cunt and her bottom. Such exposure allowed the de facto mistress of Red Meadows to enjoy herself as she pleased—and as she certainly meant to, with regard to the young body of Miss Caroline Montgomery now, when her turn should come at last.
“Of course I am angry, Mr. Rackley,” Miss Erskine replied in a tone just as mocking, “but I know I shall be whipped myself if I object.”
Robert looked into Caroline’s eyes at this banter, and saw that the girl had fixed her own gaze upon the earl, whose attention seemed divided now between the girl’s shamefully wet cunt and her adorable face. The debutante had her lower lip between her teeth and the breath came through her nose, rapidly, so as to make the nostrils flare in a portrait of passion’s first discovery. The peer’s fingers rubbed and rubbed, and Caroline’s hips bucked and tried to push her cunt further along his hard cock every time he imposed the head and made that wordless threat and promise that this time should be the end of her virginity at last.
Silence fell, now, as all present regarded the union of the debauched but, it seemed at least in Miss Montgomery’s case, altruistic nobleman, their eyes moving between the several arousing elements of the spectacle: the girl’s mobile face as she awaited the great thrust, the thick, hard, noble penis pushing into a prettily bared vagina, the earl’s hands moving to the slender thighs to give himself purchase for the energetic fucking he meant to give her for her first time under the cock. Robert saw that even Sarah, who had assumed the place behind Miss Erskine that she knew her mistress enjoyed, rubbing her own shaven cunt against the dark-haired woman’s proud bottom, looked with helpless lascivious interest upon the place where prick and cunt came together, though the coachman also noticed that it made the little maid blush fiercely to see so naughty a deed done so openly before her.
“Is your cunt ready for fucking, Miss Montgomery?” the earl asked in a thick, but nevertheless very elegantly articulate, voice. “Are you prepared to obey us, and to learn what it is to belong to your masters and your mistress?”
For a moment Caroline did not reply, not with any apparent defiance, but with the air of one whose thoughts had flown far away. Then, as Robert’s own cock leapt in his trousers at the sight, the earl used his grip upon her thighs to press in a little farther, move his muscular hips closer to the well-punished backside.
Caroline gave a little cry of mingled discomfort and submission, and seemed to remember the words the nobleman had spoken. She cast her eyes around her at all of them, then, regarding the remaining four who would share in possessing her young body with a gaze that seemed intent on confirming that they had indeed encircled her, that they would indeed master her and train her for their pleasure—that she must yield her innocence up to them, or find herself back over the whipping block for the cane’s stern lessons until she did. Robert, when the girl’s eyes found his own face, quirked his mouth up into a smile, and had the pleasure of seeing Caroline’s brow furrow deeply in response.
At last she returned her attention to the earl, who had, while retaining his hold upon her right thigh with his left hand, returned the fingertips of his right to her sweet clit, to make her shudder and moan the more, and to make it difficult even for her to breathe, “Yes, my lord.”
Chapter Seventeen
The earl moved his right hand again, so that he gripped both Caroline’s thighs. He looked down at where his cock claimed her untried cunny, and then he moved his hips, very hard, so that a flash of pain shot through Caroline’s body and she cried out loud as her maidenhood came to an end and her sexual training began, with the in-rushing of the earl’s penis.
The pain, though it lasted only an instant, radiated out from the place where he had opened her upon his manhood: into her chest, her thighs. It made her writhe in the grip of Robert and Miss Erskine, desperate just for a moment to escape her defloration—to flee from the hard penis that had taken possession of her cunny. Now, the earl began to move it in and out, very vigorously, as if he meant to teach Miss Caroline Montgomery what fucking meant—in such a way as to leave her in no doubt that by the act he would master her as he chose. The discomfort quickly began to subside, but the feeling of submission, of servitude to the nobleman’s pleasure, only grew as he fucked her, slamming his muscular hips into her whipped bottom, where the bruises from Robert’s cane sent an ache through her whole backside with each thrust of the penis inside her no-longer-virgin cunny.
The peer’s interest seemed wholly concentrated, with a lustful smile that made Caroline’s heart jump, upon the joining of their bodies, the bloodstained plow coming and going so forcefully from the newly open furrow. Caroline’s eyes moved upward, and to the left, where Captain Rather stood, and she found that he, instead of regarding the conquest of her maidenhead by the earl’s penis, the officer looked back into her face. He smiled, as if pleased to see that she wished to know how he felt upon the occasion of her first fucking, and to her gratification he reached out his sun-browned hand and laid it gently upon her bare shoulder, such a contrast to the earl’s vigorous enjoyment of her down between her thighs that it made Caroline whimper with the very lightness of the sensation.
Somehow she felt that though the new, almost indescribable pleasure the nobleman forced upon her with his driving hips and his rigid manhood arose in the rough mastery of an earl over a disgraced girl given into his power for correction, it nevertheless belonged to the man smiling down upon her. Captain Rather, she saw in his sea-blue eyes, liked to see Caroline fucked—she could tell even in his smile that he had no wish to deny it. His firm brow said that he thought she should have the earl’s cock in her cunny, and should have all of their cocks there, and even Miss Erskine’s unseen device. She should receive the penis in her vagina and her anus and her mouth, just as the doctor had said she should, so that she learned her lesson.
Caroline could tell, too, from the officer’s smile that he even meant to punish her, when she deserved it: he clearly had just the sort of firm hand of which Miss Erskine had declared her to be in need, and he clearly meant to apply it regularly to Caroline’s bare bottom, as tender as it now felt upon her shoulder. She had discovered only a few minutes since that a man like the earl could look into a girl’s face with an expression that told her she must obey, that she must receive his stiff manhood where he chose to put it, whenever he wished to fuck—or have as severe a flogging as necessary to bring about her compliance. Yes, to her quivering, cunny-warming distraction, Caroline had already learned that very thoroughly.
Captain Rather, on the other hand, could somehow make her feel that though he would enforce the same rules, the same ordeals of masterful fucking, upon her young body, as the others who would now train her in their bedrooms, over their whipping blocks, he meant also to cherish her… to take her upon his lap, perhaps, and to stroke her gently between her legs until the time had come for the penis to enter her, so that the officer could seek the summit of his pleasure inside the debutante.
That summit—the spend that must also befall men, as it had befallen Caroline in the bathtub with the plug in her bottom—now seemed within the grasp of the earl as he enjoyed his ride between the thighs Robert and Miss Erskine kept so wide for him. The noblemen drove her onto the padded top of the table as he fucked, and its wooden construction creaked rhythmically with his powerful thrusts. Caroline could not help crying out now with each of those invasions by the hard penis, much more in helpless pleasure than in discomfort, though the sting of her ruptured maidenhead and the ache of the cane’s stripes lingered and seemed to add an element of submissive delight that she could not easily have named.
“So very tight, Miss Montgomery,” the earl said, making Caroline turn her attention from Captain Rather’s kind face to the peer’s stern, almost brutal one, and see that the man fucking her had lifted his gaze to meet her own. “I must withdraw now, so that I may fuck your bottom and leave my seed there, where it will do you no harm.”
She gasped as he accomplished this deed that suddenly seemed too cruel to bear, for Caroline realized in that moment of loss that to have a cock in her cunny represented a sensation so pleasant she could hardly imagine why the world had denied it to her for so long. Would not every girl be a happier young woman if she should be fucked upon the morning of her eighteenth birthday? Ought not every girl learn the importance of a firm hand, when it came to the proper use of her cunny and her bottom?
As she felt the earl press at the smaller place, below the cunny he had deflowered, so that he might gather the last of her rosebuds, she gave a startled cry and turned her eyes upward again, this time to regard Mr. Rackley, her guardian—or perhaps she should term him her so-called guardian, for the way he had engineered her journey to his country home for the purpose of training her as the fucking piece of his chosen five, including of course himself.
Mr. Rackley’s eyes, Caroline saw, had fixed themselves upon the shameful sight further down her body: the insertion of a noble penis into the bottom-hole of the wayward girl for whom the master of Red Meadows bore final responsibility, according to the law of the land. She felt her brow furrow as she contemplated the lust in the dark gaze of him to whom her unknown father had consigned his illegitimate child, and saw in it a sort of proprietary aspect that sent a thrill through her body, made her cunny clench so that she gasped a little, and gave forth a whimper.
Mr. Rackley, upon hearing his ward’s tiny noise, turned his eyes upon her, and Caroline saw in his face the confirmation that she, debutante in need of stern correction, belonged here in his power, undergoing the measures recommended by Doctor Brown for her rehabilitation. His expression did not have in it the tenderness of Captain Rather’s, but it had by contrast with that of the earl an intelligence and a concern that seemed to say that though he too meant to fuck her hard, Mr. Rackley would ensure it was all in the end for Caroline’s benefit.
Those steady dark eyes, full of authority, made her feel again that she must yield, to her masters and mistress, to the lewd regimen of sexual training they had decreed for her. Without even wishing to do so, she returned her attention to the nobleman between her legs, who gazed down at where his cock had begun to claim Caroline’s most private place, her littlest hole. The sight, indeed even the submissive act of turning her eyes thither, upon the shameful deed of mastery that the peer’s determined face showed him so set upon perpetrating in a young lady’s anus, made her cry out again. At that moment, as if the little noise of yielding had itself brought about a greater surrender, she felt her bottom surge, and open itself to allow the earl to bury himself in her tiny ring with an urgent thrust of his cock.
