Caroline

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

“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.

“'So-I have your full attention at last, have I? I am not as you think, but for the moment that is neither here nor there. Girls of your class are trained, put up, brought on to it, put to your trials. Were you not, Miriam, or did some chance of fate keep you a virgin?”

“'What?' I demanded, though being aware that even to reply to her was an insult to myself.

“'Get up when I speak to you!' she snapped and tugged so hard upon my collar that I choked. Charlie but laughed and smacked my thighs.

“'Do as she says,' he uttered, 'or it will be the worse for you.'

“I feared that it would. 'Will not you then release me?' I asked with quivering lips.

“'I promise nothing. Just behave yourself,' said Carrie, retaining still what seemed to me the entirely new modulation of her voice which spoke of a class above her own.

“I rose, was made to turn, and so looked down on them. In utter shame I stood. The cloak flowed open at the parting of my legs and showed my bush.

“'Charlie, fetch her stockings and shoes; she must be properly attired.'

“It occurred to me then that he seemed in part to be under her spell, for he obeyed without demur and made his way upstairs. 'The blue, ribbed ones-I like them best,' she called. 'Yes,' he replied, and in a moment came back down. She then said bleakly to me, 'Let him put them on. He will have a feel up you; they always do; do you remember?'

“I flushed at her words. There was something in her words that presaged a knowledge as to my past. With one arm rudely between my legs, Charlie drew my stockings on and fastened them with garters. Then my black shoes followed. Carrie looked at me most critically. Having girded me tightly in my stockings, Charlie passed his forefinger slowly in between the lips of my quim and said, 'She's sticky still.'

“'Of course, she would be; so am I. You will fuck her again shortly, Charlie.'

“'Oh no!' I gasped, but was ignored.

“'Charlie dear, fetch tea and biscuits. Breakfast was too long ago. Have a good drink of beer-I know you want to.'

“'Yes, all right,' he grinned, and was gone again.

“'Carrie-please!' I begged the moment that the door was closed.

“She stood in turn and smiled, then suddenly scooped up my cloak and soothed her hand around my naked bottom cheeks.

“'I like your bottom, Miriam. It is silky, warm and full, the way a woman's bottom should be. Some are pear-shaped-really quite awful. Yours is round and plump. Fruitful, I would say. Have you heard the term before?'

“I shook my head-screwed up my eyes. The tip of her forefinger had worked up into my aperture between my cheeks and entered to the first knuckle. I uttered a small squeal.

“'Has it been a long time?' she asked laughing.

“'What is it that you want of me?' I moaned.

“'Were you fruitful? At what age did you first suck in the juice? Was he kind to you-unkind? Were you birched beforehand? Did you struggle much-call out for your Mama?'

“'I do not know of what you speak,' I cried.

“'Oh, you know well enough,' she urged and wiggled her finger in and out, making my hips to churn. Then, scooping her free palm underneath my mount, she cupped my quim and rubbed me there and made me squint and murmur incoherently. 'You have nothing to say,' she said. Her newfound accent was upheld still and confounded me.

“'Who are you, that you speak thus?' I asked.

“'In due course you may know, or you may not. Ah, Charlie, yes, you dear. I'll have mine first and then she may have hers. Take hold of her lead and hold her steady while I sit.'

“I was thus held. Carrie picked up her cup and began to drink. She sat immediately below me and made me keep my eyes on her-or rather, Charlie did by tugging on my collar. Slowly she sipped and said, 'She has a beautiful cunt, Charlie. Do you want to have her standing up?'

“'I do, yes.' My moans of despair were again ignored.

“'You shall in a minute, then. Let me tickle her up first and have her ready for you.' So speaking, she placed her cup and saucer down, untied her boot and then with studied insolence worked her stockinged foot up in between my legs and leaning back, tickled my cunny with her toes. 'She likes this,' she laughed. I could not move, of course. He stood behind me. 'Just keep your hands on her shoulders, Charlie; hold her still. I like to see her thus.'

“I hissed my breath in. The titillation of her stockinged toes insinuated on and on. I felt my cunny moisten, felt my knees give, but she kicked me when they did.

“'I think she is ready for you, Charlie. Take her against the wall. I want to watch.'

“'No! Save me!' I screamed with utter foolishness. He pulled me backwards-not too roughly, I confess-and then confronted me and made me lean my back against the wall that faced the couch where Carrie sat. Opening his trousers then, he got his big prick out. I need hardly say that he was in a state of fierce erection once again.

“'Bend your knees a bit,' he husked at me. I made to press against his shoulders, but he grabbed the lead and held my head back and the collar tightened.

“'Bend your knees, you stupid,' Carrie called across the room. I wilted and obeyed, my legs splayed open. How obscene I felt! 'Now get it up her, Charlie-make it last. I want to watch her face. She'll go all flushed,' laughed Carrie. Ah, my god, and then he prodded me with it, explored my cuntlips-oh forgive the term! — and clasped my bottom strongly while he surged it up, making me straighten my legs when it was in, our bellies pressed together, his hot breath upon my cheek.

“'Christ! She's a lovely fuck, Miss! Clamps it tight around my prick, she does.'

“'I know; she would. Now pump her very slowly, Charlie-very slow.'

“I heard a-gasping as he did. 'Look at me Miriam, while he does it to you,' Carrie said. Try as I might, I could not help but meet her eyes. My chin rested haplessly upon his shoulders, all his fingers dug into my fleshy bottom cheeks. 'Ah, you look stupid, but lewd, Miriam; are you enjoying it?' came her next words. Charlie was puffing as he worked my slit. His big cock throbbed inside me and his pubic hairs rubbed into mine. I believe, for a moment or two-and to my utter shame-that an animality took hold of me. I did not wish to avert my eyes from hers. I wanted her to look, to see my thighs a-quivering, my legs held wide apart. Bound as my wrists were still, my fingers twined together.

“'Ho!' I sobbed.

“'Really, Charlie, she is beginning to like it. I can hear her bottom bumping to the wall!'

“'Oh, please-oh, please,' I sobbed, but knew not what I pleaded for.

“'She wants to feel you come, Charlie, but don't loose it yet. Bring her away from the wall now but keep it in her. Both of you turn round now. Turn her bum to me.'

“'Ah! What!' I choked. How ludicrous the stance we then obtained. He had had me finally up on tiptoe against the wall, but now it was not possible. He bent his knees the more to ram his piston in and out while Carrie came behind us both and fingered up my bottomhole.

“'Hold the lead, Charlie! Keep her head forward- over your shoulder.'

“'Oh, god, I'm almost coming-she's so tight!'

“'I have my finger up her bottomhole-that's why!'

“I gurgled, choked. I was possessed by both. Her finger could feel the moving of his cock within. My head swam and I burbled out I know not what. I began to come; I sprayed his prick and felt it seem to swell the more, and then he came. In mighty leaps of sperm he came and flooded me. The pellets and the strings of sperm came on and on while Carrie gritted, 'Both of you-now do it, now!'

“I remember falling afterwards upon my knees-remembered the last pulsings of his prick and how it finally slipped without and dripped his spendings on my thighs. I felt repulsed and yet excited, too.”

“No one has ever done that to me,” said Adelaide.

“They will in a moment if you are not quiet,” I rejoined, and we all laughed.

“I was permitted to slither down on to my belly. 'Have your tea, Charlie,' said Carrie, 'and then feed her.' Within minutes I was made to sit up on the rug, tea was brought to my lips, and then biscuits. I was fed like a child. Again I was sponged, but that time it was Charlie who performed the chore.

“'We will go out now, Charlie, for a ride. I rather fancy her little carriage,' Carrie said. I wailed at that.

“'Do not leave me alone and tied,' I wailed. Carrie appeared for a moment to consider my plight.

“'Very well, you will be put to bed and your door locked,' she declared. With some effort, Charlie then scooped me up like a child and bore me up. In the bedroom he untied my wrists, then tucked me underneath a sheet.

“'Be quiet. It will be better for you if you are,' he said. I divined again that he was not the leader of the two, then Carrie entered and said briskly, 'Leave her to me for a moment.'

“On his departure, I made to sit up, but she pressed me down and held my shoulders, looking enquiringly into my face.

“'Be still and listen, Miriam, for every word I say is true-and by now you know it is. Charlie will have your bottom later.' She was about to continue when I clutched at her and begged her once again to let me go.

“'Let you go, indeed? Do you not live here? We are merely-shall we say-visitors. It is for us to leave and you to stay. In our good time. You have had two good spermings, Miriam. No more than you have had before, but now your bottom must be tapped once more. Once more, I say. Has it been long? Have you not missed the sport?'

“'I do not know what you mean,' I quavered.

“'If you do not, then you will have had the first pleasures of it, will you not? If you do-and I discover it- you will suck his cock, Miriam, before you take it up your bottom, and I promise that.'

“'Oh, how horrible!'

“'You dissemble well,' she laughed, 'but no doubt you were taught to. It is one of the conventions of your kind, I think.'

“For a moment I began-as I thought-to recover myself. Wild ideas of clawing at her face and making my escape came to me, but I have never been able to effect such cruelty on another and even then the thought of marring her attractive face repelled me.

“'I know nothing of the horrible, lewd things you are talking about,' I said. Her face was above my own. I felt diminished.

“'Do you not, Miriam? Then perhaps I am a better teacher than I was a servant. I will proceed with what I intended to say. Charlie will give your bottom a good poke tonight. I mean to watch his prick sink in between these fulsome cheeks of yours. My greatest pleasure is to see it buried in. If you resist, you will be birched, and soundly. Yes, I have a birch, my dear. I came prepared, you see.'

“'You cannot, cannot, Carrie-please!' I moaned. I had clasped my hands together fretfully. She seized my wrists.

“'In the morning, my dear, Charlie will exercise you again. Is the phrase not familiar to you? I believe it is. You will lie prone, you legs apart. I shall not bind you; you will simply let him fuck you, as I want. You will not cry, nor moan, nor stir. I want your tongue deep in his mouth with every stroke.'

“'No-never-Carrie-no!'

“'Oh, you will have two birchings, then, will you? Very well. I love to wield the birch on a bottom as fruitful as yours!'

“'With that she sprang up and made towards the door. The key was in her hand, my feet entangled in the sheet. I knew I could not rise in time.

“'Carrie, no! I will do anything!' I begged.

“'You will obey,' she uttered coldly and then was gone. The key turned and the bedroom door was locked. I was alone. A nightmare of waiting ensued, but then Nature intervened; I slept, cuddling my cunny as if protectively. Upon awakening, I heard them stirring below and wondered frantically at what I might do. The thought possessed me to dress. How foolish I had not thought of that immediately, or before I slept! I leapt from the bed, still naked to my stockings as I was, then stood defensively as Carrie entered.

“'Come down,' she said, 'he wants to do it now.'”