Chapter 20
Once the new tenor of lives has been so fixed, they change not. This at least was my experience. Never did I hunger for the total freedom I had once enjoyed, being fretfully happy with what I received. The philosophy of Mama, of Harriet, and of Emily had become overnight, it seemed, that of Davina, who was henceforth to visit often. Of occasion she would bring Selina or even Gwen, whose limpid eyes spoke of the many pleasures she now enjoyed, though she remained firmly under Davina's control.
These, however, were not the others of whom Emily had spoken. They came in the forms of mainly young men who were sent for training, much as I had been, to Davina. How they were selected I know not. That they accepted their fate seemed to me quite natural, though some bore at first on their faces the same signs of incredulity that I had first experienced. When necessary, Davina cast them initially into a mesmerised state, sometimes having two or three bound side by side against a wall in a spare room which was set aside for "training." There, naked, they would have their cocks kept aroused while all sorts of insinuations and ideas were put to them-which, Mama said, would henceforth stay in their minds as Davina's commands had done in mine.
To the outward world, naught changed, for we kept our social occasions as before. Only the discreet arrival of a carriage late at night signalled a new "entrant." Occasionally there were young females among them and much howling and sobbing might be heard until they were quietened down. Such a one was Sarah, of golden hair and slender frame. She had wriggled too often from under the paternal birch, it was said, and must be taught her "manners."
She was a proud creature of some eighteen years, her eyes quite a magical blue, her legs long, and her bottom as round as an apple. Not being permitted to speak to her, I would gaze upon her longingly whenever she was led down from the training room, never sobbing but with her eyes glistening and her head hanging slightly. I had no doubt that I loved her even then, yet such an emotion seemed denied me. Harriet and Emily delighted in teasing me, especially in the absence of Mama, whom they frequently cheated on, I am sure.
"Do you adore Sarah?" was asked me one afternoon by Harriet, who knowingly became an ever more glorious creature in my eyes for I fucked and buggered her frequently. Her bottom seemed to have become fuller with all the injections of sperm she received, as did Emily's. In their lewder moments when Mama was away, they would take me upon a bed between them, fondling my cock and balls with their skirts raised and their drawers off. Jealousy even in regard to them was ever in me, and they knew it.
"Papa had his cock in my bottom last night," Emily would tease, "Mama stood by, of course, for it is proper she should do so. But he has a nice big one, hasn't he, Harriet-such a huge banana I wonder that he gets it right up between my cheeks. Oooh, but it is nice! Would you not like to do that to Sarah?"
"No!" I would groan, for I meant them not to tear the full secret from me of my adoration for her, which her absences but enhanced.
"Davina whipped her bottom yesterday, Harry. So naughty Sarah is that she will not yield herself. She is taking far longer than Emily or I did." In such wise Harriet would mock me until I would grow angry and, forgetful of my status, try to throw them off me, whereat one or the other would grasp my cock and frig it to distraction, making me come all over my shirt-for which I was naturally upbraided.
"Sarah in any case is a sillikins," Emily declared once, "for she will never be as you and I, Harriet, and will be put to the cock at home whether she likes it or not. It is entirely her fault if she does not know how to comport herself."
I listened to all such, though I affected not to. My misery in respect of it grew. Thrice weekly now Sarah was brought to the house, and more and more it seemed to me that her eyes lingered in mine when she was brought down or taken up. Much did I hear of how she even resisted her featherings, which brought her on but little, it was said. Of occasion I could just hear her sobbing cries and imagined heatedly all the delicious, naked curves of her twisting and writhing, her wrists and ankles tied to bars, while the wicked, torturous feather tickled up her cunny or bottom.
The thought grew upon me soon enough that Davina or Mama would tire of treating her and that I would not see her again, for so scattered were the large houses in the county that I would have little chance of encountering her on my occasional, permitted journeys. Thus it was that my thoughts took a most sombre cast, which none could fail to notice. My cock erected itself less at the bidding of Mama or my sisters, or some other female of imperious mien who might stay for two or three days in order to receive the priapic salutes of the male serfs, as we were occasionally told. Some female visitors paid Mama high fees for such "entertainments," I gathered.
"Harry is broody," it would be said, and I would be left alone. "If your cock will not come up half a dozen times a day at least, what use are you?" Davina asked me coldly. "You are here to service the females and to do such chores as may be required. You have no other purpose." .
Her words, not being as cruelly meant as they sounded, were intended to spur me into the vitality I had hitherto enjoyed, but they did not. Then, one afternoon when my heart had pounded madly to the sight of Sarah arriving, I sat in my room listlessly leaving my door half open. I had convinced myself that it was her last visit-I know not why. Though taken upstairs as she was-this time by my sisters, who themselves had become adepts at training-no sounds of despair reached me, for which I was heartily glad. Then came the opening of the door of the training room and a bustling of skirts.
Looking up from where I sat on my bed, I saw Sarah being pushed downstairs by Harriet. Even as they were about to pass my door, my sister seized Sarah's hair and, with a sneer, pointing into my room at me, said, "You are no better than he-you are two of a kind. Do you not wish to kiss him goodbye?"
With that Sarah received a much heartier thrust, which sent her sprawling upon my carpet. I, leaping up aghast to see her treated thus, made forward only to be met by a mocking laugh from my sister, who promptly pulled my bedroom door to and locked it. So unaccountable was this that I wondered at some trick as I drew Sarah to her feet, glorying in the feel at last of her divine form and the warmth of her body.
"Oh, they would make me do it, but I will not let them!" she sobbed. Limp as she was and with her feet dragging, I had no difficulty in drawing her to my bed, upon which she tumbled, rolled over, and looked up at me, one arm half thrown over her eyes. "Ah, what are you at?" she murmured, though making no attempt to rise.
"Adorable Sarah, I love you," I burst out, sitting beside her and laying my hand upon the warm column of her thigh. "Oh, let me help you escape!"
"No, it is not that, Harry. That is your name, is it not? I have nowhere to escape to, for I can only be sent home and my fate there is no better than here. Papa birches my bottom ever and would have at me if he could, for he is always putdng his thing to my cleft-but I will not have it in and wriggle much so that he cannot."
Her words, though despairing, served only to inflame me. For two weeks now my prick had not burrowed into a single cleft, whether between thighs or bottom. Lax as it had lain, it now grew rampant and demanding. Lewdness clouded my mind where I had thought only to find tenderness. While Sarah lowered her arm and bit upon her fingers with her small white teeth, I slid one hand up her skirt, encountered the silk-clad curves of her wondrous legs and then attained above her stocking tops to the creamy skin of her thighs.
"Wh ... wh ... what are you doing?" she stammered.
"Let me feel your cunny for it must be so soft and warm," I urged. Her eyes-those brilliant blue eyes that might enchant the dreams of ten thousand men-opened wide.
"Oh! you are as bad as he. Papa frequently says the same after he has birched me, but I will not, I will not. Stop, stop, for I will not yield!"
Her hands thrust wildly down to fend off my own, Sarah commenced to buck and twist as my fingers urged her thighs apart, finding to my perfect delight that her drawers were off. The idea that they had been discarded in the training room but enhanced my lust. At last now I had a young woman beneath me who had no control over me whatever and could command me to do nothing. Her startled cries and attempted kicking as I fondled the pursed lips of her quim all served to lead me on. This, I persuaded myself, was the reason that Harriet had thrust her into me. I was to be the means of overcoming her primness while at the same time recovering my own forces.
"Ah! No! You beast, you beast!" Sarah spat, though looking no less lovelier for it. "I will not have it, I will not!" she moaned, feeling my cock rub against her silky thighs. Her cunny was well moistened even by then as the result of her exertions and such titillation as my sisters had given it. Her bottom bounced wildly, feeling my forefinger slip up into her oily cleft. "Oh, no, oh, no, I hate it!" she burst.
"Come, darling, come, let me have a good feel. How warm and tight you are and what a pretty froth of curls about it," I urged, pressing one knee between her own and making her widen her legs despite her exertions.
"Oh, Harry, no, I beg you-oh! Ah! T-t-Take it out!"
How sleek and wet the walls of her cunny were as my prober surged in, throbbing its every inch into the tight haven of her lovepot until with one lunge my balls hung at her bottom. So having her pinned, I scooped her thighs up and pressed them back so that she was now entirely subject to my will.
"Oh, my god, no!" Sarah moaned, but my strength was greater than hers by far, and doubled back as she was, her bottom slightly lifted off the counterpane and my prick sheathed to the full, there was naught she could do but kick feebly with her calves.
"My adored Sarah, I am fucking you!" I gasped. Her cunny if anything seemed tighter than any I had yet known, its sealskin walls closing tightly around my swollen cock and yet being of sufficient elasticity to allow me to shunt back and forth within.
Such a sense of glory and freedom I felt! At last-I sang to myself-had I thrown off the shackles. At last was I free from the domination of woman! I had my own woman who would capitulate to me whenever I wished! Harriet and Emily would no longer be able to mock me. Only the slightest tinge of remorse entered me as I kissed the tears which rolled down Sarah's lovely cheeks while ever she resisted the salute of my lips to hers.
"Ah-hah! I beg you don't-don't, Harry, take it out, oh, don't come in me!"
"You shall take it, you shall take it, Sarah!" I ground. "Do you not like my cock? Is it not a divine pleasure haying one in you at last? Come, wriggle your bottom, woman, for I shall have it up there also. Ah, you bitch, you are coming despite yourself!"
Her eyes rolled, her nails dug into my arms, the breath jolted from her. She was spilling in such abundance that I felt it as a sharp spray upon me. "Whooooo!" she quivered and of a sudden lay limp so that I let her legs fall heavily. My own moment was also upon me. In the preceding period I had been schooled by Mama and my sisters to afford their bottoms or pussies as many strokes as they designated before I provided their injections. Often the count would be as high as one hundred and hence I had learned to conserve and prevent the outspilling of my sperm until commanded. Now, however, was different. The deprivations of two weeks were upon me, and a submissive girl beneath me. I would sperm her at my will! Her mouth was as lax as all, her eyes closed. She no longer refused the salute of my mouth, and I swan in ecstasy at this final intimacy and joined my tongue to hers as my cock pulsed and throbbed its essence within her pouting nest.
All resistence gone then, Sarah permitted me limply to disrobe her and myself. Such a divine form she offered to my eyes as knew no peer. Her tits were perfectly formed and as round and firm as two pumpkins. Her nipples, now sharpened to fiery points, offered themselves to my tongue. I licked them, foraging both her bottom and her slit. Murmuring softly and still from time to time moving her head pettishly, Sarah at last permitted me to roll her over with her back to me so that my re-risen cock presented itself to her pert globes.
"You must have it there now, Sarah," I said quite gently, "for if you do not I shall take it by force."
Hiding her face completely from me by burying it sideways in the pillow, she nodded slightly and moved her bottom quite enticingly against my tool. "Yes, I know I must, for Papa will put his there now also and he has such a big one," she sighed. "Oh, but go slowly in for I cannot bear to think of what it might feel like. Ah! you are splitting me! No, Harry, it is too tight! Take it out! Oh!"
Her cries were now so loud that I feared there might be a disturbance, my knob having made her rubbery ring yield already and-nosing up-effected the commencement of my entry. Trusting, therefore, my hand over her mouth, I eased it up powerfully within her warm tube until with a groan-and accompanied by the most frantic wriggles from Sarah-I had her fully corked. Loosing my fingers then slowly from her mouth, I heard her cascade of sobs as I commenced to ream her juicy, tight bottom. Our cries mingled-hers being of shame and despair and mine of joyous lust.
Rampant as I felt, I rammed her powerfully, causing her resilient cheeks to smack lewdly and loudly against my belly.
"Noo-noo-noo-Hoooo!" Sarah continued sobbing, though with her limbs relaxed as they were, I had but to hold her hips lightly while I reamed her. She was mine-I gloried within myself-mine to keep, if I so wanted, no matter what Mama or my sisters or the world would say. Nothing but submission was in her posture now as I sodomised her and felt at last the leaping jets of my sperm flood her very bowels.
So then we lay, she twitching nervously from time to time on my cock, which I kept embedded until its slackness caused it at last to slip without, its exit being followed by a thin trickle of sperm. Eyes open, but strangely sightless and dazed as she appeared to be, Sarah turned then upon her back and gazed at the ceiling, her lips working soundlessly. Was her shame greater than my remorse now? For such I felt. I, who had sworn to love this adorable creature, had treated her, as I now thought, so rudely that I made to gather her in my arms and treat her tenderly. Scarcely, however, had my lips tentatively brushed her cheek than she sprang up. At that the door opened and Harriet appeared, hands on hips.
"Well-what think you, Sarah?" she asked while I felt as if the very floor had opened up.
"He will do, yes-you were right. There is much in him that needs training still, but he has a good cock," Sarah said in a voice that I did not recognize. Her once warm and loving eyes were cold as they looked down upon me. Picking up her things she waited with calm patience while Harriet hastened to dress her.
"You have seen the wild side of him, Sarah, and that was to the good. You will know what you have to do. Will you take him now?"
"Now will do perfectly well, yes," Sarah replied, while I, scrambling up to sit on the edge of the bed, felt such a weakness trilling through me that I then could not get upon my feet. Seeing my condition thus, Sarah kicked at my calf. "Hasten and dress yourself. You are to come with me," she commanded as Harriet soothed down the folds of her dress.
"But I ... but I...."I babbled.
"You?" Harriet sneered. "What have you learned? Did you not know that this was but an entertainment devised to catch you out? Sarah has no need of training. She is a true-born Madame despite her youth. We have enjoyed ourselves muchly these past weeks in order to bring you into her thrall. Do you not think her a marvellous actress-even to her tears? Your socks, your trousers-everything, Harry. You have little time enough now!"
Fifteen minutes later I was led out to the carriage in which Sarah had always arrived. Around my neck clung a leather collar as broad as three fingers. Attached to it by a ring was a chain whereby Sarah pulled me forward. Remembering all too vividly how I had handled her, I trembled in every limb as she motioned me curtly into the carriage and, coming in beside me, fastened the end of the chain to the opposing partition so that I sat almost as a felon.