Chapter 9
My room, which until such a short time ago had been as a cave of retreat for me, now seemed a lonely place, and my books mere ornamentation on my shelves. What could they now communicate to me that could in any way rival or approach my incredible experiences? On what fount of wisdom could I draw other than that of the divine Davina?
Yet so many other doubts fogged my mind that I knew not how to separate my thoughts. Within an hour of our little orgy in her bedroom, Mama appeared as calm and distant from me as ever. Was she in league with Davina and was I merely being tempered for manhood? I was as a player on a stage who does not otherwise communicate with the others unless the lines call for it. I had fucked but once, had been gamahuched, and had twice now been made to come by Mama-such experiences seeming in immediate retrospect to be frustrating rather than fulfilling.
Emma was not about, nor Harriet, and I feared to ask Mama, for a barrier seemed to rise between us when we were not indulging in moments of passion. A restlessness to see Davina again came upon me, though I felt I had not the temerity to visit her house uninvited. Taking my horse, I went for a ride across the meadows, feeling myself drawn ever nearer to her. In my passage I came within a mile of the house, circled, and rode off a little way, experiencing both apprehension and excitement.
In the distance lay a small wood, where I had not previously ventured, but my attention was attracted by the wheels of a carriage which I could see poking out from the outer rim of trees. This struck me as a little curious, unless some landowner were visiting parts of his property or seeking out his gamekeepers. Turning about, I rode toward it, feeling in need of any company that might divert my mind. Then some caution of which I knew not the source came into my mind and I dismounted some two hundred yards from the trees and led my horse forward.
A medley of voices came to my ears, the brief cry of a female, and then silence. A wild shrub being to hand, I tethered my horse to it, and stole forward, wondering what mischief might be afoot and whether rogues were about. Then, to my astonishment, did I distinctly hear Davina's voice and again the cry of a young woman, or so it sounded. Heart pounding I now quickened my pace and stole through the outer edge of the wood. A brief vision of colors came to me-and then I saw.
Even as might a circus ringmistress, Davina stood in full riding attire upon the sward in a clearing-and yet her costume was such as I had never seen a woman wear, for she had on riding britches, black, silver-spurred boots, a close-fitting black jacket above, and her small-three-cornered hat. From her hand dangled a schooling whip whose long, slender thong trailed upon the grass just to her rear. Around her circled two naked women, one of about twenty and the other twice her age. Both were on their hands and knees, with broad studded collars about their necks. Monique held their leashes together in one hand and led them around, as one might lead two hounds. To the left of Davina, bound to a tree, was a man of middle years and sturdy physique. He was naked save for his boots and trousers, which dangled at his ankles. His erect penis was tightly " bound about by a strip of black leather overlapped along its length to leave only his knob protruding.
Now and again a squeal would come from one of the females as the lash leapt forward and the snaking tip of it stung their bottoms. The jellied mounds of their breasts swung as they strove, under Monique's urgings, to keep side by side, and their bottoms were pictures of delight-the one much larger than the other and their quims showing clearly as one knee went in front of the other.
All this I absorbed but in a second or two, taking little note in that instant of the women's faces, which their loosed and untied hair concealed, falling as it did about their faces. Then, in uttering a shrill yelp as the very tip of the schooling whip seemed to reach right into the crevice of her bottom, the younger raised her face, and I saw with total astonishment that it was Gwen; the woman on all fours beside her, who was equally being led around and around in a circle, was her mother, Lady Dingle.
Who then was the male, and what was the meaning of this bizarre scene? I recognized him not. Most certainly it was not Sir John, though such would have seemed more logical to Davina's designs. Piled on the floor of the carriage, as I then saw, were the clothes of the three.
"Up now-up with them, Monique!" I heard Davina command. The leashes strained and then drooped limp into the grass as the maid, who had naturally been preceding them, retrieved her steps and yanked them each to sobbing to their feet.
"Oh, will you not let us go?" wailed Gwen's mother, while Gwen tried to cling to her but was moved aside by Monique. What a picture they presented, all but facing me as they were-the one full of bust, doughty in hips and bottom, plump of thighs, and with a fully bushed cunt, whose dark hairs sprouted in a thick triangle. Beside her, Gwen looked almost dainty, though I saw with greater pleasure now the ripening womanhood of her desirable curves-now pretty and prominent were her nipples, how splendiferous the curving of her legs.
"Take her to him first," Davina said and then, bending for a moment, relinquished the whip and picked up what looked to me like a small tennis racquet whose strings had been removed and in their place put a piece of smooth wood so that the whole resembled a little paddle. Taking up then the leash that extended from the leather collar around Gwen's neck and restraining any movement from her, Davina watched as Lady Dingle was led flushed, stumbling, and crying to the bound figure at the tree. He legs had been previously drawn apart by a rope which extended round the tree behind him, so that his erection and his balls were well displayed.
"Ah! you cannot! Have pity!" shrieked the dame, whose large firm breasts slapped in a moment against the man's chest so that their bodies were pressed fron-tally one to the other. At a quick run, Monique now took the leash round the tree and, emerging again, fastened the free end of it to the other side of Lady Dingle's collar so that she was well held.
"No, no-I beg!" came a howl from the good lady, whose bottom looked fit to cleave by any prick that was as stiff as now was my own and whose belly squirmed frantically against the man's upstanding cock-encased, as I have said it was, in leather.
"Beg you may, my dear," came from Davina, who, handing Gwen's leash to Monique, now strode purposefully forward holding the paddle. "I am going to heat your bottom as it should have been heated long ere this. It might teach you perhaps not to little-tattle nor interfere in matters that are no direct concern of yours."
"Mama!" came a screech from Gwen, who at that moment was borne down into the grass by Monique much in the fashion in which she had settled me. With a "Pmffff!" of exploding breath, Gwen, lying on her back, received the full and luscious orb of the maid's bottom upon her face. Bending far forward then, Monique thrust Gwen's thighs apart and, dipping her face deep between, began to tongue her slit. Struggle as she might, Gwen could not rise, for Monique's knees held her arms clamped to her sides and so pervented her from levering herself up. Thereupon came a loud splat-ting noise and a shriek from Lady Dingle, who could not see what was happening to Gwen and perhaps cared not overmuch in that moment as the full impact of the paddle slapped against her voluminous bottom.
The noise it made was considerable, though I have since learned that the bark of the device is rather worse than its bite. Davina has nominated it as her "urger," and this it has well proven to be in the cases of recalcitrant females whose bottoms become deeply heated by repeated slaps of the wood, which encompasses almost completely a bottom of moderate proportions.
Each splat of the paddle most certainly urged Lady Dingle's belly tighter into that of the male, and since her pubic bush was at the same time tickling his dangling balls, the effect caused him to flush deeply and twist his mouth about in a most agonised fashion, though he uttered not a sound.
From the enlaced pair on the grass came naught but the most delectable sounds-Gwen spluttering and moaning under the heavy impress of Monique's bottom and quim while the maid's tongue lapped with a succulent wet noise up and down Gwen's downy slit, causing her legs to jerk and then, as I could see, to relax and her bottom to wriggle. Having no doubt at all that Gwen had now succumbed, Monique ceased her luring labial caresses and rose suddenly. Gwen's face was as flushed as my own had been after such an assault and her hair was matted at the front to her forehead. Seemingly unconcerned with her condition, however, Monique pulled her to her feet. She stood swaying, her pretty mouth gawping as she saw that her Mama's bottom was still being firmly treated. Slap! Splat! Smack!
I had turned my eyes toward this enervating spectacle, for Lady Dingle's bottom was by now an entrancing pink all over and her hips were waggling in a manner fit to make me come. Breaking into my trance then came Monique's voice calling, "Bring him here!"
I started violently, not for a moment believing it was I to whom she referred since I'd thought that the trees covered me well. My naivete" was, however, quickly broken by a voice behind me which I recognized as that of Elise. Quick as a flash she cast a loop of rope around my neck from the rear and, dancing forward, pulled on it in such wise that there was no help for it but to stumble in her wake.
"Well now, the young spy is taken!" laughed Monique as I was brought to her while endeavouring in vain to release the noose that hugged my neck so tightly. Upon my appearance, Gwen naturally uttered a wail of despair and disbelief.
"Oh, Harry, no! Take him away!" she cried and would have covered her pussy with her hands had not Monique slapped them sharply away.
"Shall we let him?" Monique asked, but just as quickly she was interrupted by Davina, who, without seeming to have cast a single look in my direction, called sharply, "Bring him here!"
Gwen screeched loudly at that, seeing me drawn toward the glowing rear of her Mama. For her pains she received a loud slap from Monique, which made her bubble into silence.
Now I could see all more clearly-the rosy rump and bulging cheeks of Lady Dingle made my cock pulse. The particular hairiness of her slit made the curls sprout out beneath it where the thick rolled lips might have invited the prick of a donkey.
"Did you think to steal upon us?" Davina asked, regarding me so coldly that I would fain have fallen and kissed the toes of her boots. Lady Dingle's cries and sobs sounded in the air as she spoke, seeming to divert Davina from what else she might then have said to me. Giving her a final resounding slap with the paddle, Davina then deftly unhooked one end of the leash, drew it from around the tree, and yanked upon it so that with a choked squeal Lady Dingle was bent full over, her mouth hovering above the glowing crest of the man's penis.
Stepping one foot upon the leash, Davina so held her down and then quickly unlaced the leather from the man's penis so that it sprang up quivering and free, the blue veins standing out upon the white pink shaft.
"Suck it," Davina commanded Lady Dingle quite softly, while yet another cry of apparent horror wafted to us from Gwen, who was forced to stand but a few yards behind, her leash held taut by Monique.
"Oh, I cannot! Oh, you horrid thing, I have never done such a wicked act!" bemoaned her victim, whose flushed face twisted from side to side much as her scorched bottom did.
"That I gather-nor have you entertained a prick in your bottom as equally you shall now. Monique, put him to her!"
Held as I was myself, my buttons were ripped open so roughly by Elise that one, bursting its cotton, fell to the grass even as the prong of my cock sprang out, eager and ready as I was for the fray.
"There is no need to hold him, Elise. He may have free rein on this, the better that he may cork her."
With these words, Davina took the nape of Lady Dingle's neck and, by dint of gripping her tightly, forced her mouth down until with a gurgle she absorbed the rubicund knob of the man's cock-while I, free at last to entertain myself, settled her madly wriggling hips with more strength than I thought to possess. Passing my thumbs into the crevice of her ample bottom, I parted the cheeks and directed the crest of my charger quickly to her rosette. At this she bucked frantically, feeling the first and most intimate contact, though such cries as she may have uttered were completely muffled by the fact that her mouth now held a good five inches of stiff cock.
Elise, assisting me now, thrust my trousers down to my ankles and, looping the front of my shirt up over Lady Dingle's back, so allowed me more freely to urge my straining pestle up within her tight, warm orifice. Spluttering moans came from her at this invasion, which, succeeding at last in its first inch of entry, soon followed it with another and another until half of my prick protruded from between her bottom cheeks.
"Slowly, Harry, for I would have her well reamed," murmured Davina, who continued to maintain her hold.
I gurgled somewhat in my own pleasure for, narrow as Lady Dingle's bottom-hole seemed, its elasticity was such that she could do naught but yield it to me until with a brief gasp of profound pleasure I was embedded in her to the full. Pressed full against me, her bare bottom literally glowed into my flesh. Clenched as I was in the exquisite clutch of her tube, I almost came.
That she was being held to it, and moreover with a stiff prick slewing back and forth over her tongue, doubled my pleasure. Taking the fronts of her plump thighs where her stockings ridged, I withdrew and then plunged in slowly again, feeling-despite her will-the ardent suction which the lewd action accorded us both. Bending her knees forward by forcing my own into the backs of hers, I began then to ream her vigourously, withholding the first longings to expel my sperm and feeling all the time Davina's eyes upon me, watchful and but partly approving as if indeed I were under tuition and endeavouring to prove myself. Such thoughts entering my mind as they did, I plowed on in every possible sense, thoroughly excited by the regular slapping and smacking of Lady Dingle's cleft globe into my belly.
"Come, both of you now-come in her," husked Davina.
The man uttered distinct groans then, as did I. I increased my pace furiously. A snort escaped me so that I must have sounded for a moment like the very young stallion I was perhaps supposed to be in Davina's eyes. The exquisite, tingling, itching sensation was full upon me now. The delicious eruption was about to be. Urging my cock full into Lady Dingle's bottom, I made to hang my head back, my knees quivering, when Davina's voice came softly to me.
"Look at me, Harry!"
I did so. The glow in her lovely eyes seemed one of pure passion, as if my cock were embedded instead between her own cheeks. My lips quavered, opened. The first shoot of sperm, thick and warm as it was, released itself. A shuddering cry came from the man whose cock in turn was being milked into that warm if reluctant mouth. A sob racked him. Lady Dingle's lips literally ran with his cream, as Davina afterwards told me, while I-feeling as if small rockets were bursting in my balls-loosed jet after jet, which, as I felt, spattered the captive's very bowels.
"It was done. She had received us both. Tottering on her feet as she was, Davina allowed her to fall down and then swiftly untied the man, bidding him coldly to go to the carriage and dress.
"You will say nothing of this to anyone or the punishment of which I warned you will befall," she told him.
"Yes, Ma'am," he replied then with such humbleness and in such an accent that I knew him of a sudden to be a servant or some such.
"Oh, the shame of it!" Lady Dingle moaned, rolling upon her hip away from us and revealing then the glint of my sperm emerging from her bottom.
"He will dress you. That will be his last duty," Davina replied as if she had no more interest in the matter. Covering myself, I turned and saw that Gwen had fallen as if in a faint and lay still upon the sward. A sound attracted me then from beyond, and through the trees I saw the approach of a second carriage. Coming as far towards us as it could, it waited, the man who handled the horses sitting immobile.
"Fetch her clothes-she will come with us," Davina told Elise, who then hastened to bring Gwen's dress, chemise, and stockings. Aided by Monique, Gwen was drawn up, her head hanging and her eyes closed while they clothed her in a deft fashion, though without too much nicety.
"Ah, what would you have me do?" Gwen moaned, keeping her eyes closed. "I want Mama!"
"Take her to the carriage," came then curtly from Davina, who, looking back as I did, saw that the man had dressed and was walking towards Lady Dingle, who started up at his approach and then sank down again.
Bundled into the newly arrived carriage, Gwen was seated between the two maids while Davina and I perched opposite.
"Home, madame?" the driver asked.
"Of course," Davina rejoined without turning her head. I, however, did so and saw Lady Dingle's arms waving feebly as the man essayed to place her chemise over her head.
"You will know soon enough, Harry," Davina said then as if in answer to my unspoken questions. Then addressing Gwen, she snapped, "Sit UP, girl! Slap her if she does not obey, Monique-I will have no nonsense."
"She will make a nice pet, ma'am," Elise ventured, pressing her thigh closer to Gwen's.
"No doubt, but she must be trained first," Davina replied, while Gwen covered her face and began softly to cry.
Perhaps it was as well that she did hide her vision, for in glancing back again I saw that the man-tiring perhaps of Lady Dingle's querulous rejections of her assistant-had her well on her back on the grass and was inserting his cock in her cunt. Davina noticed too. A smile passed across her lips.
"What brutes some men are," she said, then laughed so prettily that I yearned as never before to kiss her.