Properly Theirs, page 12
part #10 of Victorian Correction Series
He groaned in pleasure as Caroline moaned in surprise and discomfort, for she had never imagined she could feel so very full. The earl’s penis felt terribly big, terribly thick; much stouter in her bottom than the hard plug had been.
“There,” pronounced Miss Erskine. “Sarah, kneel before me and kiss my cunt, if you please, while I watch his lordship fuck that sweet little bottom.”
Caroline meant to look up, at the woman holding her left leg so high and wide—meant even, though it set her cheeks aflame to hear of it, to see the little maid kneel as her mistress, and Caroline’s own mistress, had commanded. The earl’s possession of her anus, however, provided a supervening influence: it made her fix her eyes upon the peer’s broad face, handsome despite a certain coarseness in the features, his blond whiskers, his lips curving into a rictus of pleasure as he enjoyed himself, and she felt she must do nothing but belong to him, now, while he fucked her, or she would indeed end up over the whipping block.
That thought itself, of the cane and the fiery ordeal to which her masters would put her should she fail to obey or to show them the proper respect, seemed to set her blood afire, and now the pain of the hard cock in her backside felt like a punishment she had earned, as it fucked her to teach her a needful lesson. She floated up again, then, in her mind, part of her it seemed refusing to admit that a girl, however wayward, could enjoy the thought that a nobleman’s penis thrusting in and out of her most private place would help her learn what her schooling could not—that, for what she had done to Mr. Wendell, a cock in her anus, four cocks in rotation there and another woman’s cunny she must kiss like Sarah, five firm hands on her young bottom, five canes, all of them fucking her at once… that it all disciplined Miss Caroline Montgomery just as she deserved.
She screamed with the strange, urgent pleasure of the shameful idea, and the earl lifted his eyes from her bottom to smile at her, his cock moving more and more quickly now, his hips pounding her bottom, his hands gripping her thighs convulsively so that Caroline could tell he could scarcely control his pleasure any more than she could gain mastery of hers. That smile did not have a great deal of warmth in it—certainly not of the same sort as Captain Rather’s or even Mr. Rackley’s expressions had conveyed. It did however tell Caroline quite clearly that this wicked peer, who had it seemed devised and brought about the terribly degrading scheme of discipline and pleasure that had now enmeshed her, found her little anus very pleasing indeed.
“Should she play with herself, my lord?” Robert asked, to her right. “To show you how much she needs it in her bottom?”
Out of the corner of her eye she saw the coachman’s eager face, his smile matching the earl’s, as he took thought for the pleasure of one the world would call his better, and Caroline found that she could not keep her right hand still, at the idea he had proposed, but must move it to the place they called her clit, and must rub and rub there, even if the earl would whip her for it—especially if he would do that, would use his firm hand with her for stealing this pleasure without his permission.
She screamed again, and spent herself, only a brief moment later, and she felt her spend set off the earl’s, as if her naughtiness in touching her own cunny had brought it upon him. She felt his cock jerk in her bottom-hole, and heard him growl, his hips driving in one final time, so hard that Caroline thought she would swoon.
“There,” said Doctor Brown. “I would call that a very successful first coitus. Mr. Rackley, you should perhaps enjoy Miss Montgomery’s mouth, first, and let her recover a bit from the earl’s assault. Perhaps Sarah might wash the young lady’s vagina and anus, also, before the next penis enters her there.”
Chapter Eighteen
All the men fucked Caroline then, in turn, save of course only Doctor Brown. While Sarah tenderly used a soapy flannel between the debutante’s thighs whose warmth soothed Caroline as well as removing the last evidence of her maidenhood—for Sarah was made also to employ the cloth upon the earl’s bloodstained prick, now to Caroline’s blinking wonder a much smaller instrument than it had been a short while previous—Mr. Rackley, having removed his clothing, introduced his own penis, longer and thinner than the peers, into her mouth.
When Caroline had suckled at it dutifully for several minutes, her guardian praising her growing skill and stroking her cheek gently rather than holding her head as the earl had done, Mr. Rackley moved to impose the prick upon his ward’s well-lubricated cunny. For Sarah’s attentions had included kisses given to her miss’s clitoris, labia, and even anus that seemed to Caroline both a preparation for her next fucking and a sort of lesson in how a girl must behave when commanded to please another woman. She moaned first around Mr. Rackley’s rigid manhood, under Sarah’s lips, and then as her guardian drove into her for the first time, still calling her a ‘good girl’ while he fucked harder and harder.
Meanwhile Captain Rather stood over her, smiling down into her eyes as Mr. Rackley thrust his penis in and out of her cunny. The pleasure she could not help, down between her legs, and indeed no longer wished to help, seemed to mingle with the warmer, more diffuse feeling engendered by the tender affection the officer beamed down into her upturned face. He stroked her brow, where beads of perspiration had appeared with the energy required to sustain Mr. Rackley’s vigorous enjoyment.
Caroline found that to her blushing modesty—indeed she felt some surprise that there remained to her any of that, but with this access of heat in her cheeks she discovered it so—that she would very much like to see the captain’s penis, and to touch it, and even to suck it. Her brow furrowed as she contemplated making the very unladylike request to be allowed a glimpse of one of her master’s cocks, but Miss Erskine could, it seemed, from her position still at Caroline’s left knee, divine the debutante’s wayward yearnings.
“Doctor,” the dark-haired woman called, “would it do the girl any harm to suck a prick while she is fucked, even on this first day of her training?”
The doctor, who had assumed an unobtrusive seat somewhere out of Caroline’s sight, perhaps the better to observe the acts of discipline and pleasure over which he apparently had some medical authority, replied in a tone full of caution, but nevertheless very much to Caroline’s satisfaction.
“Provided the use made of Miss Montgomery’s mouth in that circumstance is gentle, I think it would be in order. It will tend to make her more responsive to the pleasure of the phallus, certainly—again, and I must stress this point, if the penis were imposed with due concern for the girl’s inexperience. Should a more vigorous use of her mouth be wanted, such as the earl made, it should be accompanied conversely by the sort of gentle stimulation of the clitoris given just now by young Sarah. I hope I make myself understood?”
“Indeed,” said Miss Erskine with a smile, as Caroline watched her turn her dark eyes from Mr. Rackley’s in-driving cock to his lust-filled face, and finally to Caroline’s own visage. “Caroline, would you like to suck Captain Rather’s prick?”
“Oh, please,” Caroline gasped, meaning that Miss Erskine really mustn’t ask such a terrible question—mustn’t force a girl who had just lost her maidenhead to plead for a shameful thing like kissing a penis and taking it into her mouth.
Miss Erskine, however, took the breathless words another way, and addressed Mr. Rackley, who now pulled his cock out of Caroline’s cunny and presented it to her cringing bottom-hole, so that she cried out in shame and discomfort, and yet at the very same time positively burned to have Captain Rather’s cock to nurse between her lips as she listened to her mistress’s proposal. “Sir, should this naughty thing not be made to become acquainted with the captain’s prick as you fuck her bottom?”
“Of course she should,” put in the earl, standing just beyond Mr. Rackley so that Caroline could see that he had instructed Sarah to continue kneeling before him, and thus taken the opportunity of a pretty young mouth to assist him in recovering his penis’s size and rigidity.
Thus it came about that Caroline did have the privilege of seeing and kissing and suckling at the manhood of the captain with the kind face, before he too took his place between her raised and spread thighs to thrust deeply into her shamefully wet cunny.
As the captain fucked, Mr. Rackley, after praising the tightness of the little bottom into which he had spent his copious seed in such vivid terms that Caroline blushed anew, told Robert that he might present his own servile penis to her mouth, if he could obey the doctor’s instructions in the matter of gentleness with the newly fucked girl. Caroline was by that time undergoing a hard but somehow still also a tender session of coitus with the man of the sea, who was the first of her masters to caress her clitoris with one hand while with the other he gripped her hip to allow for more forceful thrusts into her cunny. She had begun to enjoy fucking so much that she nearly giggled to see Robert tug his forelock, then, with an air of irony so thick she thought Mr. Rackley must have a difficult time not to smile—an impulse Caroline knew one must never indulge with servants.
“Yes, sir,” Robert said briefly, the quicker to remove his breeches and show Caroline at last the charger she now understood Miss Erskine must have knelt to suck the previous day, after the debutante’s first flogging. Her heart gave a little jump at the sight, for Robert’s cock greatly outsized all the others she had pleased to this point both in girth and in length. Her eyes, widened in astonishment, turned up to the coachman’s face to find the same saucy grin there that she had seen when Miss Erskine had informed Robert that Caroline was to be whipped in the parlor.
“Is it not a fine prick, miss?” he said, putting his hand down to caress Caroline’s cheek with a sort of mocking gentleness that made her shiver even more than Captain Rather’s ever more forceful efforts to enter her anus and claim his share of the pleasure Caroline’s bottom could afford. “Kiss it, now, like a good little whore.”
Caroline did, and suddenly to her astonishment she liked to think that the coachman had just called her a whore—Miss Caroline Montgomery, debutante, presented at court, filthy little whore. Robert, a servant had termed her that most menial, most degraded, of servants—a sexual servant, for Caroline understood fully now what a whore must actually be, how such young women must let men fuck them for money. The coachman had used that word of her, in the hearing of her guardian, of an earl, a doctor, a kind captain, and none had spoken to contradict it, for they had all used Miss Caroline Montgomery’s cunt and bottom in a way that suited the enjoyment of a whore by a gentleman.
She tried to suck the enormous prick respectfully—more respectfully somehow because Robert was not a gentleman—as the captain fucked her bottom, still caressing the bud where so much pleasure seemed to gather. Her whole world had become Robert’s lap, and she knew she must serve him because his hard phallus commanded it. She did not like it, and she did not need to like it: they had brought her here to punish her, and they had decreed that the coachman’s enormous cock should be in her mouth while the captain enjoyed the tightness of her backside’s tiny ring. She did not like Robert, but she must suck his cock: he, a servant, would teach Caroline his part of the lesson she needed.
“Suck it well,” said Miss Erskine. “Get it as wet as you can, Caroline, so it can get into you more easily. Robert still stretches my cunt when he fucks me.”
The captain, riding her bottom urgently now, gave a thrust there and accompanied with a firm circle around her clit, and Caroline suddenly felt a spend much, much greater than any she had yet experienced coming upon her. For a moment she thought she could perhaps avoid undergoing it, could keep herself from the cliff of a pleasure so great she thought it might harm her, but then Robert moved the huge penis in her mouth and that slight motion, in the feeling of subservience it engendered, touched off the climax.
Caroline bucked her hips against the table, writhed in the grip of Mr. Rackley and Miss Erskine, tried as she cried out around Robert’s prick not to bite him—for she understood that if she did, he would certainly whip her, a thought that made the spend even greater. Every muscle in her body seemed to fight the pleasure and thus to make it greater and greater, hips and thighs and chest and arms and head moving uncontrollably as ecstasy seemed to threaten to steal away her wits forever.
“There,” said Mr. Rackley.
“Good girl,” the captain growled, and he too spent, his seed spurting into her narrowest passage.
“Commendable,” she heard the doctor say from his place against the wall. “The French call it petit mort, you know. I think you gentlemen and lady might gather why.”
Petit mort, Caroline thought, floating now again high above herself. Little death.
They changed places, and Robert’s enormous cock drove into her, as she cried out in discomfort but also in terrible pleasure. She spent again, over and over, when she saw what Miss Erskine had for her, when her mistress had given Caroline’s left knee into the keeping of the earl: the ivory imitation of a penis, just as big as Robert’s real one. As the coachman fucked her, the dark-haired woman presented it to Caroline’s lips.
“You will not wear it, Hannah?” asked Mr. Rackley. Caroline felt herself frown, wondering what it meant, but Robert’s penis in her bottom seemed to make the whole world around her nonsensical—the ivory phallus, Sarah cleaning Captain Rather’s own phallus, glimpsed behind the coachman’s driving hips, kissing it gently, sucking it as Caroline must suck this strange object, as she must kiss, she knew the neatly trimmed, dark-haired cunt next to which Miss Erskine held the pale, hard thing.
“No, sir,” answered Miss Erskine. “I mean to mount Caroline and ride her face. I shall use the phallus to encourage her attentions.”
An image of what the older woman would do filled Caroline’s mind now. A rush of shame heated her cheeks, and she parted her lips and began to suckle desperately at the degrading device to be used soon between her legs, in her young bottom. Robert finished quickly there, for which Caroline felt quite grateful despite the pleasure his cock gave, for she knew she would be sore, as well. He went to Sarah to have his manhood cleaned, and the little maid looked up at him with a sort of respect that brought to Caroline’s mind what Sarah had said about fucking in her whispered confidence of the previous day.
Then Caroline’s vision of that little scene was suddenly obscured, for Miss Erskine got nimbly upon the table and straddled her face, and another woman’s cunt loomed over her eyes, the musky scent filling her nostrils and making her feel faint.
Mr. Rackley’s voice came to her ears, muffled by Miss Erskine’s thighs, “Be a good girl for your mistress, now. Put your tongue out to please her.”
Then, at the very same time, she felt the ivory phallus pressed into her bottom, and Miss Erskine’s own tongue upon her clit, and the older woman lowered her hips so that she could ride Caroline’s nose and mouth. Caroline did put her tongue out, and heard to her gratification and even pride how Miss Erskine cried out in the same way Caroline herself did.
Chapter Nineteen
Hannah felt she had never known such pleasure from another woman. Both at Miss Halton’s school and after coming into Mr. Rackley’s power she had lain with many, whether as the plaything of an older woman or, as in the present case, as the mistress and trainer of a younger girl like Sarah or Caroline. Something about the mingled sweetness and willfulness of the debutante, about the way Hannah had discovered her gazing at her little cunny in the glass and the way she had cried out under the cane and under the anal plug, had stirred desire in Hannah such as she had never felt for a girl before.
In addition, the earl’s scheme, and Mr. Rackley’s confirming will, that, instead of merely serving as an instrument of a master’s sexual authority, Hannah should have a full share of Miss Caroline Montgomery’s beautiful young body, made this first ride upon the girl’s face an ecstasy of Sapphic dominance. So delightful did it feel to enforce her pleasure upon the newly fucked girl that Hannah had to exercise great restraint not to appear greedy in the eyes of her fellow masters. They, after all, must yield Caroline to the next man when they had spent, but Hannah felt herself in danger of enjoying the girl’s sweet face for hours without noticing the passage of time.
She would do so, Hannah promised herself now, when Caroline came to her bed for the first time, four days hence. The naughty debutante would get little sleep that night, if her mistress had anything to say about it. The ivory phallus, replaced upon its belt, would renew its acquaintance with the girl’s cunt and anus most fully, and there would be a great deal more of the face-riding Caroline underwent now, in the bathroom with all her masters watching.
She took charge of Caroline’s knees from the earl and Mr. Rackley, and moved her cunt up and down upon the little face for long minutes, despite the risk of displeasing the men, teaching the girl to serve as a pleasure saddle for Hannah’s soaking cunt. Caroline’s inexperience mattered little, for Hannah knew how to work the ivory dildo between her legs and to rub the rosy clit, while at the same time moving her hips very firmly to tell Caroline without words that the debutante’s attention upon her mistress’s cunt was compulsory. Caroline cried out into Hannah’s vagina, and kissed, and for every kiss Hannah gave the girl a thrust and a rub, riding all the while with an urgent rhythm that brought on spend after spend.
The men chuckled at the sight, and grew hard again as they watched and shared Sarah’s mouth among them. Mr. Rackley was advised by the earl that he would have to punish Hannah for her greediness, and that made both Hannah and Caroline cry out. Mr. Rackley made Sarah fetch the punishment strap from its place in the closet, and then kneel before him as he began to whip Hannah, fucking the maid’s face all the while.
