Anonymous - Caroline

“'Are you in her?' I heard Carrie ask.

“'Just the knob,' he grunted. I had felt it enter. Being moist and open, I received it easily and felt the plum swell just within. My legs were thrust back higher then. My knees touched in Carrie's back. ”

“'Give her a good fuck, Charlie. She is worthy of attention,' Carrie said amidst my splutterings. Oh god, to feel his cock sheathe in me then-the awfulness of it! She had my head gripped and I could not turn my face. 'Now, lick me properly,” she spat and moved her rounded bottom all about. Dear heavens, I know not how to describe the torrid ardour of those moments. My own manservant was beginning to f… f… fuck me. His prick slewed slowly in and out. I felt his balls smack underneath my bottom at each stroke.

“'She will be a good one,' I heard him say.

“'I told you-didn't I?' Carrie replied, then gave a giggle. Reaching forward then, she let him lick her bottom while his strokes increased.

“'She's tight; I can't hold it much,' he said.

“'You'll have her again-I'll see you do,' said Carrie.

“Nightmare and pleasure mingled. Oh my dears, I cannot otherwise describe it. The girl sprinkled my mouth with her salty spendings. I heard her hissing out her joy. Despite myself my mouth was open to her little flood while Charlie pumped me faster, smacking down his belly on to mine. Hating myself, I felt myself expend my juices once again in turn.

“'Get off her, Carrie, quick. She's spilling-so am I,' he groaned. The girl was off me in a flash, then he was down upon me flat. 'Fuck, woman, I am coming in you. Carrie, hold her ankles-hold them wide.'

“I was, I believe, almost beyond struggling. Carrie sped around to the end of the bed and seized my feet and held them well apart. His mouth mashed down on mine, my titties swelled beneath his chest.

“'Work your arse, woman-take it up you,' he groaned and pinched my bottomcheeks and made me jolt. I clawed at him-he heeded not. 'Suck in my come,' he said and then I felt his throbs, his splashings, awful splashings on and on, yet feared the pleasure of it as I writhed beneath and drained him to the final drop whereat he quivered and lay still, bore all his weight on me. I let my arms go limp. My feet dropped down on to the bed as Carrie loosed them.

“'Get off me,' I moaned at last. I kept my eyes closed and my face averted. Still his prick throbbed weakly in me, then withdrew. 'You are dismissed!' I sobbed. How foolish that did sound, I do confess!

“'I will sponge her,' Carrie said. Then he rolled off me, but he held my wrists above my head as she had done while she went out.

“'I shall report this,' I moaned.

“He laughed. 'Shut up. I ain't had the best of you yet. Show me your bum now-let me see it clear.'

“I shrieked despair. He laughed and rolled me over, held my neck in a firm grip and began to stroke my nether cheeks, I crying all the time, of which he took no heed. 'Be quiet!' he growled and gave me a huge smack upon my bottom, then he stroked it up again and fingered me most shamefully, right in between. I wriggled, gasped and begged him please to stop. Then Carrie came back in, a warm wet cloth in hand.

“'Don't smack her yet, Charlie. She'll be all right, I think. Is she tight there?'

“'Tight as a drum. A nice brown ring she's got around it, though.'

“'I expect she's had it up there. Most girls of her class do when they're young. It breaks them in, they say-and they has got the cheek to talk about morality and refuse the cocks of those who serve them well. Let me sponge her now, Charlie. Turn her over-sit her up.'

“'Stop this!' I moaned. There were no words to say then that made sense. I made to claw at him; he grabbed my arms. “'Here you are, Charlie; I expected this,' said Carrie- and then from underneath my own bed drew a length of rope where she had hidden it before this horror started. In a trice they had my wrists bound tight behind my back. 'She'll be a good girl now, I s'pect; a good girl won't you be?' said Carrie while I cried. She sponged my face, they forced me to lie down and did the same between my legs, I caught twixt tears and threats which they ignored. It would be pointless to repeat my words; you all know what they would have been.”

“I would have said nothing-to confound them,” Adelaide remarked.

“It came to that later, dear, but in my first astonishment…”

“Yes, Miriam, you are right. Adelaide, you are speaking in hindsight,” Caroline opined.

“I suppose I am,” Adelaide said and looked contrite. She sat with Miriam and kissed her as she spoke. The two held hands and looked content, as well they might, for Miriam had spent the night with her, and very tousled was their bed at morn!

“Let us have lunch,” I said, “and then we'll hear the rest.”

“I was made to rise,” said Miriam after lunch. The wine had brought more colour to her cheeks and made her tongue more bold. “I stood naked and helpless, viewed with lewd eyes by the pair who remarked between them on the boldness of my tits, the rearing of my bottom and the thickness of my pubic bush. I was turned about and my bottom lightly smacked again.

“'We had best have her downstairs,' Charlie said.

“How I struggled down those familiar stairs! Had I but had neighbours, I would have screamed my head off, but the nearest carriages pass a full half a mile away, and these two knew that well. I resorted again to tears; I could not help myself. Carrie remained in my bedroom for a moment while Charlie led me down. My bottom appeared to fascinate him, for he caressed it all the time in our descent and patted it to make me walk before him into the drawing room.

“'Let me go; I will say nothing;' I pleaded.

“'Sit, woman!' he commanded me and made me take a seat upon the sofa. Then Carrie hurried down. She held my purple cloak in one hand.

“'Let her put this on and keep her shoulders warm,' she said. She coiled it round me where I sat and fastened the clip across my neck that it would not slip off. Only then did I see what else she held: a broad collar and a lead such as dogs wear. I screeched, tried to fall sideways, but Charlie held me up and the shameful collar was slipped around my neck and strap. The leather lead hung down my back.

“'What will you do to me?' I sobbed.

“'No harm will come to you if you obey. Charlie will fuck you regularly. I'll wager that is something you'll have missed. You'll pleasure both of us, that's what,' said Carrie, but my tear-streaked eyes must then have moved her a little for as I sat there swaying and all in a maze at what had suddenly come upon me, so she told Charlie to fetch me a brandy. At that I foolishly blurted out that I did not want one, for I never drank at that hour, but I was ignored. For a moment or two it seemed that Charlie had reverted to being a modest manservant again, for he did her bidding and returned with a tray bearing three glasses. My nose was then held, my head drawn back, and I was forced to imbibe while spluttering much which caused them great amusement.

“I need not repeat to you, my dears, how often I pleaded with them to let me go. Sometimes they ignored me, having the temerity to sit on either side of me on the couch while they discoursed as if I were not there. At other times I was shushed as though I were a child. Carrie held my lead and kept my head upright. Finally she turned upon her hip to me and uttered quite a speech, the essence only of which I will repeat.

“'You are from the better class, or so it is called, Miriam. When your bottom is tickled by one of so-called lower status than yourself, you shriek out like a school girl and are horrified. I know your forms of sport, though, well enough.'

“These words, being uttered in quite a different voice to the one I was accustomed to hearing, I turned my face to her in some surprise. This pleased her greatly and she smiled.