Caworth

Chapter 4. The Party

"May, I would like you to meet Lord Rodney Goodwin. Lord Goodwin, my new wife May." Richard introduced the stocky balding man.

"Pleased to meet you May." Lord Goodwin took her right hand in both of his and kissed her on both cheeks. Blanche recoiled and started to cry again. Richard looked disgusted but went on to introduce his new sister-in-law, Cecilia. Betty didn't even allow him close enough to kiss her cheek. Richard was furious.

"My most sincere apologies Rodney, they seem to have no sense of etiquette at all. I thought I would have to allow them some leeway but they have insulted both of us. If it will help alleviate some of the shame I feel at their behaviour, would you care to be the first to chastise and stripe their arses? Perhaps immediately we have finished the meal?"

"My dear Richard, I shall be delighted to perform such an onerous task. I know you had no choice in the selection of the two women but I am sure we can educate them to our ways. However, if through ignorance, they insult every guest in this way, they will have no skin left to flay by the time the last one takes his turn."

"I do agree Rodney. I am sure it is through sheer ignorance they behaved in this way. Joanna!" The maid came to him. "Joanna, you are only a lowly maid and yet I am sure you know how a lady of nobility should greet her guests. Is that not the case?"

"Yes, M'lord. I have been trained to perform that service, Sir."

"Good. Then will you be so kind to demonstrate exactly what these two uneducated women should do." Turning to Blanche and Betty. "Dry those eyes and watch Joanna and make sure you copy what she does when I introduce you to the other guests. You are already getting one caning from Lord Goodwin and a birching from me but this can easily be supplemented by others should your performance come below par. Do you understand?"

"Yes, M'lord," they both muttered.

"Dry your eyes then. You can't see properly through a deluge of water." Still sniffing but with drier eyes they watched as Richard introduced Joanna.

"Joanna, I would like you to meet Lord Goodwin. Lord Goodwin, my maid Joanna."

"I am pleased to make your acquaintance Joanna."

"The pleasure is all mine, M'lord." Joanna allowed him to pull her close and kiss her cheeks and then the tops of her breasts. "Thank you M'lord. I shall be delighted to be of service to you this evening." She kissed Rodney tenderly on the lips before stepping away.

"I too would be delighted to further my acquaintance with you later my dear," Rodney responded.

Aware that all eyes were on her, Blanche tried to take in what was said and done. She abhorred the fact that Joanna was offering her body to this older man, mainly because she was afraid to do otherwise. It would be the same for her. "Will I have to do that to everyone in the room?" she wondered.

Her reverie was broken by Richard asking harshly, "Did you get that? There's no excuse now for either of you not responding to my guests properly. Remember your bodies are at their disposal whether for pain of pleasure and angering them will only bring more pain. Do you understand that May? And you Cecilia?" Both nodded, too frightened to speak. "We'll try it again."

Lord Dickwood repeated his introduction to Lord Goodwin and this time, although her speech was still shaky, Richard considered her performance acceptable. Betty almost broke down again but managed to get through it. Fortunately they were not introduced to all the guests, only it seemed to the more important ones. Some of the younger guests took further liberties and added putting their fingers in the women's crotches. Blanche started when it happened the first time but steeled herself not to pull away. Finally they were asked seat themselves at the table.

Blanche sat on Richard's right with Betty was on his left. Rodney partnered Blanche and Richard introduced Sir Nigel Depster as Betty's companion on her left. "Ladies," his lordship warned, "You are already due for punishment, do not incur our wrath any further by resisting our attentions at the table. Remember your purpose here is for our pleasure and we will take that pleasure no matter how much pain we cause in the process." He leaned over and undid the laces at the top of Blanche's dress and spilled her breasts into the open for all to see. Blanche was about to protest but her words were cut off by Richard remarking, "Having your tits on show doesn't cause you any pain. Making a fuss will see them striped."

Nigel freed Betty's tits but apart from a further flow of tears, she wisely refrained from trying to dissuade him. "What do you think of them Nigel?" Richard asked.

"Very nice Sir. Nice and large but quite firm. They'll wobble nicely if Smeathers has to apply the lash to them."

"That's Smeathers by the door," Richard indicated a liveried footman holding a leather strap about two feet long by a little over an inch wide and having most of its length split into three tongues. Richard called him over and showed the ladies the strap. "It's used to immediately correct any of the maids and boys who do not do their job properly. It's quite soft but it packs a goodly sting and I'm sure Smeathers will delight in using it on your lovely tits ladies."

While they waited for the food to arrive the ladies felt the hands of their partners explore their pubic areas but gritted their teeth and tried to ignore it, fearing their tits would feel the bite of the strap if they gave his lordship any excuse for using it. However, when the food was on the plates, things almost became normal. Only the flagrant revealing dresses of the maids would have been out of place at a normal banquet.

Blanche expected these girls would have been felt and played with as they served but it seemed an unwritten rule that they were left alone. "Why is it that we are touched on our sexual places and the maids are left alone?" she asked trying to get into the conversation.

"We've had accidents," Richard replied, "Having a hot tureen of soup in one's lap isn't an experience to be repeated."

The food was good but neither of the ladies felt like eating at first but gradually their appetites came back as the lively and friendly conversation gave them a false sense of security. This vanished when a young maid knocked over and broke a glass of wine. Fearfully she presented herself to Lord Dickwood and with tears streaming down her face, apologised. His Lordship, pausing from his meal for only a second or two, said, "Go and ask Smeathers to warm your chest with six good ones, Maria." Crying, Maria curtsied and went to receive her punishment. The old man smiled and gestured to a simple, solid, wooden chair.

Maria obviously knew the system. She sat in the chair and wrapped her arms around the back. Smeathers tied them with leather thong already in place for the purpose. Most of the diners stopped eating to watch the footman as he raised his arm and lashed the strap hard across the young girl's breasts. She let out a piercing scream and squirmed in agony. Several of the guests clapped or shouted encouragement as Smeathers laid on the remainder of the punishment. The poor girl's breasts were red raw by the time she was released. Immediately she carefully cupped them and was about to leave the room when she was ordered to show his lordship.

"I guess you will be a little more careful in future Maria," his lordship smiled and quite cruelly squeezed each tender globe. "Better leave them exposed and get cook to put something on them when you next go downstairs." Blanche and Betty were horrified and wondered if they would be receiving punishment to their breasts too.

Blanche looked around trying to assess if there was any hope of escape but with only the one door to the landing and stairway, and with all the staff, there was little chance that she would get further than a few paces. "Wake up! Wake up!" She kept telling herself but somehow she knew this wasn't a dream or even a nightmare.

"Knock, knock, knock." Lord Dickwood rapped the table with his tankard. "Gentlemen, I suggest we now move to the games room and prepare to have some fun with the ladies." Turning to his companions he said, "Come ladies you are the first entertainment." Blanche tried to go the other way but two footmen quickly captured her and forced her to the games room. She heard Betty screaming as two footman dragged her along but she couldn't do anything to help her friend.

The sight that greeted their eyes immediately shocked them. It was so unlike any games room they had ever imagined. The floor along the long wall under the windows was carpeted with mattresses draped with black silk sheets. Various pieces of restraint apparatus were prominently positioned around the room but what caught the ladies attention was the two old fashioned pillories in the centre of the floor. As they were thrust towards them they knew now with certainty they were to be locked in them and severely punished. "Why are you doing this to us?" Blanche pleaded, "We've done nothing to hurt you."

"Because May was in there on our last night together, not for punishment like you but because she wanted to be captive and completely at our mercy. In your case it is for our pleasure and the sound of your screams as you are thrashed and raped will be music to our ears and add to our horniness. We live for these nights when we can debauch helpless ladies. Generally we prefer young girls but sometimes you more mature women are exciting too." As he spoke he undid the lacing to her dress and pushed it to the floor. Still held by the footmen, Blanche could do nothing to prevent it. Soon she was completely naked. Blushing deeply she stood in front of the guests who called out comments on her bodily features. "Look at the size of those tits! Smeathers will need a day to cover them with his strap." "You could thatch a barn with her cunt hair." "An arse that size will take the rod well."

A round of applause went up when Betty lost her dress and her body was revealed. "Gentlemen." Lord Dickwood held up his hand for silence. "Gentlemen, may I introduce my new wife May, and my sister-in-law Cecilia. Both tell me they haven't experienced a man's prick in them for nearly twenty years and neither of them have ever been fucked in the arse. May I ask that you give them at least one good poke before we allow the maids in for your pleasure. Having felt them earlier, I can tell you they are very tight but I'm sure with your help, they will be much looser by the morning." He waited for the applause and comments to subside and went on, "Earlier, as many of you saw, they insulted my good friend Lord Rodney Goodwin and as some recompense I have asked him to perform the first caning of their bottoms. This he has kindly agreed to do. Rodders, would you like to select a cane from the table while we fasten this pair of miscreants to the pillories."

Many willing hands pushed the ladies and bent them over the front bar of the pillories. Quickly their ankles were spread and secured and their necks and wrists locked by the head bar. The pillories were now positioned so the two ladies were head to head and about four feet apart. "Stand back Gentlemen, if you please. Admire the view of the almost unblemished flesh. It will not remain that way for long and it will be a long while before it regains its unblemished status."

Two women were in the audience, but they were never referred to and Lord Dickwood only addressed the sixteen male guests. The women, both of whom had attended these parties before, were wives who enjoyed being spanked and getting extra cocks. One of them, Juliet, commented, "Will you put me in there afterwards Richard? I would love to be helpless and have both my holes so openly available to everyone. And my mouth too. And look at the way their tits hang and sway. You must get Smeathers to tickle them for us. Richard, you just have to dear." Others murmured their agreement.

"Will you wish your titties tickled too Juliet?" laughed Richard.

"I wouldn't mind but as you can see, I'm rather small by comparison and they won't wiggle quite as deliciously."

"Of course you're right Juliet dear, whey don't you ask Smeathers to come over here and he can tickle them while Rodders and I apply the cane and the birch."

Betty started screaming at him, calling him an inhuman monster who had no regard for the sanctity of women. Richard slapped her face. "Cecilia, you can scream as much as you like when we begin your punishment but adding insults will only increase the number of strokes for both of you. You were to have six apiece from each of us, it is now ten."

Smeathers had arrived and Rodney stood, cane in hand waiting for the signal to start. "Richard, why don't the three of us work round in a circle. I lay one on May's arse with the cane and go and treat Cecilia, then you do the same with the birch and Smeathers can tenderise their globes in between. That way we'll get to fucking them a little quicker," Rodney suggested. The suggestion was taken up and seconds later Blanche yelled as the cane crashed into her arse and almost simultaneously the strap flattened her breasts. Because of their bent over position, Smeathers couldn't hit with the same force as he did with Maria but even so the pain was tremendous. Through her tears Blanche could see him grinning.

The birch wielded by Richard landed at the same time as the cane and strap hit Betty. The shrieks now increased in volume but the guests seemed to find this all the more stimulating and most now had their pricks out and were gently massaging them. Steadily the pain increased until the victims felt they could take no more. They knew they must be bleeding and horribly scarred from the onslaught. However, although the welts were deep and would show for weeks, there were only small droplets of blood when the birch tips had broken the skin in a few places. Smeathers hit their breasts alternately from each side. Each time one breast caught the full force of the strap body while the tips curled and bit into the flesh of the other. For the victims the thrashing seemed to go on forever but when they were almost fainting from the pain, the beating stopped.

"Which hole would you like Rodders?" his lordship enquired.

"Cecilia's bum, if you don't mind old man," Rodney replied, "I see you have oiled it ready perhaps Juliet you would like to hold her open and guide my weapon in."

"Certainly Rodney. I'll even give it a little suck first and get some spit on it for you."

Betty was nearly hoarse from screaming but she cried out again at the pain of Rodney's entry into her back passage. Her buggerer didn't concern himself but forcibly fucked her hard until, in a short while, he shot his load. He offered the sticky prick to Betty's mouth and at first she refused but complied when Smeathers brought the strap painfully to her tits again. "Use your tongue Cecilia," Rodney ordered, "Unless you want your nipples tickled again." Sir Nigel entered her cunt and began raping her with deep hard strokes.

Meanwhile Lord Dickwood fucked Blanche hard and fast in her vagina. "I would wager you didn't expect to be filled with the seed of a lord when you started out the other day," he teased, "Maybe you'll carry my baby and continue the Dickwood line."

"Oh God no!" she cried, "I would never live it down." She knew she was unprotected and in her fertile period as she knew Betty was also because over the years their periods had become synchronised in the way that women living together often do. Then she thought, "What nonsense, you can't dream a pregnancy." Towards the end of her rape and despite the pain she was in, she was surprised to find her juices flowing freely and body becoming aroused. However that was only the first of many times her holes were used and her cunt and arse became more and more sore as one guest after the other used her. Betty had passed out twice and been revived and Blanche had several times been on the borderline of consciousness.

After about an hour, although Blanche had no real knowledge of actual time, there were gaps between the sexual assaults on her body and she noticed the maids were back in the room and many of the guests were taking advantage of them on the mattresses. Some maids were obviously enjoying their time but others Blanche sensed were only doing it because they had too. Juliet lying was over the vaulting horse and being spanked by a footman

"FIRE! FIRE! There's a madman setting light to the place!" One of the footmen flung open the door and yelled.

"Close the door you fool!" Lord Dickwood yelled when he saw the smoke billowing in. All activity ceased and pandemonium set in. Some tried to open the shuttered windows but to no avail. They went back to the dining room but the way downstairs was blocked by fire. Blanche and Betty were panic stricken. They knew the fire would burn the place to the ground and they were helplessly fastened in the stocks with no one worrying about their fate. Suddenly a man rushed into the room carrying a can, his clothing alight and yelled obscenities at his lordship but they lasted only a few seconds as a fireball burst through the open door immediately killing everyone inside.

By the time the fire crews managed to get to the isolated site, all that was left was the crumbling, smouldering shell of the manor. Even if they had arrived earlier, it wouldn't have made much difference; the only water supply was the well that supplied the house.

*****

"Oh God, I feel so sore." Blanche woke and found herself in her sleeping bag lying alongside Betty. The candle still spluttered reassuringly and for a few moments Blanche thought the earlier experience was all a dream and that sleeping on the hard tomb had made her stiff and sore but almost immediately her coldness told her she was naked inside her sleeping bag. "Oh God," she said again, "It must have happened. I went to bed fully clothed." Her hips touched Betty and she knew she too was naked. "Betty!" she yelled and tried to turn towards her companion. The material of the sleeping bag brushing against her breasts and the movement of her buttocks sent excruciating pain through her body. "Betty!" she cried again. This time Betty opened her eyes and cried out as the pain hit her.

"Blanche? You're still alive? We're still alive?"

"Seems like it. Don't know how. You feel still feel the whipping too?"

"Oh so badly. I can't move Blanche."

"We've got to Betty. We've got to get out of here. We should have spare clothes in our packs if they are still there. I can't see the clothes we went to bed in. They must have been burned in the fire." Unzipping the bag she unsteadily got off the tomb and put on the headband torch. In the light she could see the swollen and vivid colour of her breasts and the welts on Betty's arse. Guessing her own was in a similar state by the pain each step caused. "You've got to get up Betty. I know it hurts but we must try and put some clothes on otherwise we'll freeze. She found Betty's spare socks and gave them to her before putting on her own but she found putting her trousers on was impossible. Her oversized sweatshirt did cover her top but putting anything else on was just too painful.

"Is the door open Blanche?" Betty asked wondering if they were trapped in this mausoleum.

Crying out with pain, Blanche tried it. To her relief it was. "Yes, Betty and it is just getting light. Not raining either." She returned to Betty who too had also decided wearing trousers or even knickers was an impossibility. Neither of them had brought a skirt. They discussed what to do for some minutes but the cold was becoming more intense and Betty seemed to be fading again. "I think we'd better take our stuff outside and get into our sleeping bags and use the mobile to call the rescue squad. We're not walking anywhere today and we need urgent treatment. If my arse is like yours, those welts will become infected in these conditions so we'll need antibiotics. They'll clean out some of the sperm too and maybe we won't become pregnant although with the sperm being three-quarters of a century old, it shouldn't still be fertile. While we are waiting we'll have to concoct a story, one that is at least believable."

In the end Betty became passed out again and none of the stories Blanche came up with could be made to fit the event so she decided to keep nearly to the truth. Blanche phoned the rescue team and after giving details of their position, went on, "We went into the mausoleum to shelter overnight from the rain and woke up next morning having been terribly whipped front and back and we've been raped as well but can't remember anything about it. Probably our minds have shut out such a terrible trauma. We can't walk or get our clothes on and although we're in our sleeping bags, it is freezing cold and the pain is really bad. Betty seems to be fading into unconsciousness now and I'm feeling woozy." Fifteen minutes later the rescue helicopter arrived and whisked them to hospital.

*****

"Good, you're back with us again," the young black nurse smiled at Blanche, "Perhaps your friend will be back with us soon."

"Betty? How is she?"

"Quiet again now. You've both been delirious and screaming on and off for the last two days. It must have been a very traumatic time for you."

"Did you hear what happened?"

"I heard nothing that you don't want told dear but I sure am glad I didn't go through it." From the little smile the girl gave, Blanche knew she'd heard at least part of the story.

"What have they done to us?"

"The doctors? Well they put you on sedatives and painkillers and cleaned out your vagina and rectum. Samples have gone to the labs for testing. You've also had antibiotics for the infections in your welts."

"Did we get the morning after pill?"

"No, we're not allowed to give that without permission and you weren't able to give it and it's too late now. We did suck out as much of the sperm as possible but there was so much and we cannot guarantee we got it all. You must have been raped by many men."

*****

Nine months later, Blanche became the mother of a baby boy and Betty a girl.

Finis