by River Belle
‘Who’s there? Come out, you naughty thing. You’ve had your eyeful - now it’s time for you to take your punishment!’ Before I had a chance to react, the Duke turned to the door and had opened it. That’s when I saw his meat. Huge and fat and pointed straight at my head.
‘Rosie,’ said Manning, ‘well, well. I’m afraid this is not good news for you, young lady.’
Chapter 25
The Duke looked surprised when he saw it was me. He held me utterly motionless. I thought about trying to wriggle free from his grip, and trying to run away, to anywhere, far from here, far from the madness into which I could feel myself falling. But there was another part of me - the dark side, the twisted, wicked side - that wanted to look straight into the face of madness, then open wide and give it a big, long kiss. I stayed still.
‘Oh Rosie, you naughty little thing,’ said the Duke, flustered. ‘You were not meant to see this sight. You are far too young, too precious! You are just a little girl…’ His hand stroked my face, making me quiver. Then, a most strange sensation began pricking at the corner of my eyes, and I felt tears beginning to streak down my cheeks.
‘I had plans for you, Rosie,’ said the Duke. ‘I’ve been watching you for a while. I saw the way you looked at me that first day. You are a sensitive soul. Such a caring young creature. In need of so much love.’ I felt my knees weaken at these words. ‘I’ve been waiting to break you in, to let you into my secret world. Now, I was going to break you in slowly, Rosie. I was going to take my time, going to be gentle with you at first, so that you didn’t break too soon. I wanted you to experience the delights of the flesh at your own pace, and verily, I was going to keep this particular side of me hidden from you for a while. But I suppose I have no choice now.’ The Duke looked around at the room, smiling. ‘So do you like it? Do you like the décor?’
Not knowing what he wanted from me, I dumbly nodded.
‘Oh you do? How delightful. Well, would you like me to introduce you to the other guests?’
But I knew who they were. I’d never seen them like this before, of course, but I recognised Cynthia and Bettina, two of the other serving girls. They were both slightly older than me, and I had only seen them a couple of times in the past. Now, I had seen a lot of them. I kept looking at their bodies, their bellies, their breasts, they’re little quims quivering under them, ripe and wet and engorged.
‘Guests, this is Rosie, who I’m sure you know. Although she does not know it yet, I selected her, all that time ago, for a very special purpose. You see, my wife is barren, and I need an heir. Now Rosie is, I am reliably informed, a virgin. That is to say, no one has explored her special area in the slightest. Now, I want my son, when he is born, to be obedient and well mannered, and that is why Rosie just had to be a virgin; the sweeter the mother, the sweeter the child.’ I could feel my heart rate starting to race faster and faster. So that’s what the Duke had in mind for me! I was to become the mother of his child, he would make me fat with his seed, fill my stomach. I felt a fluttering sensation in my body and once again my pussy began to seep and pulse beneath me. I was special, I had been chosen. Lust began to take over and I felt myself melting in the Duke’s powerful arms.
‘Unfortunately, she has made a grave error tonight. She’s come into a part of the house she’s not meant to be in. She has disobeyed the rules! And little girls who disobey the rules and come into parts of the house which they shouldn’t come into get punished, don’t they? That’s right Rosie; it’s time for you to get what’s coming to you, young lady. Come with me.’
Chapter 26
Right next to the huge bed, which was lain with deep black sheets and blood red pillows, were a set of manacles, firmly chained to the wall. The Duke led me straight to the rusty iron chains and made me lean down as he fastened them around my wrists. I kept looking down at his cock, which remained totally erect. I looked at its intricate pattern of veins and bumps, and the sight of it sent little bursts of desire around the centre of my body.
‘That’s a good girl, Rosie.’ The chains felt heavy and coarse around me. I felt as though I was entirely at the Duke’s mercy now. He could do whatever he wanted to me. ‘I paid good money for you, I bought your virginity, I own you. You are my possession. You are mine to do with as I please. I am about to discipline you for your bad behaviour today. I do it not because I hate you, or because I am cruel. I do it so that you may learn. I’m going to give you an incredible life, do you understand?’ I nodded, feeling undeniable passion between my legs, feeling something like shame but so much worse take hold of my body. I felt the eyes of the watching women on me, felt their pleasure at my discomfort.
‘Now Rosie, I am going to strike your behind with the paddled end of a riding crop. To teach you a lesson, you understand? To stop you being such a naughty little girl in the future.’ I felt his thick hands moving the fabric of my underwear down my soft, silky legs. He pushed the fabric all the way down, over my bottom, and then pushed down lightly on my back, so that I leaned over more, presenting my rump to him to beat as he pleased.
I gasped as I felt the lightest little touch of the riding crop on my behind. He took pleasure in stroking the leather slowly up and down my buttocks and then taking time to trace the outline of the inside of my legs with the beastly thing, before lightly tickling my aching pussy with its tip.
‘Let me introduce you to the pleasures of spanking, my dear. You can consider this your first lesson,’ he said, producing an evil-sounding chuckle under his breath. ‘Anyway, before I get too sidetracked, I would very much like you to thank me for each strike on your backside, Rosie, because the sensation is so pleasant that it is only fair that you express yourself as grateful to me, your Master. Do you understand?’
I nodded. The first time I felt the stinging, fire-hot line streak across my rump, I was so taken aback by the pain that my mouth soundlessly opened into an ‘O’ shape and I shuddered with discomfort. It hurt so much! It was truly like a line of fire, like someone had branded my bottom with a red-hot iron, not a simple riding crop.
‘I didn’t hear anything, Rosie. Ladies, did you hear anything?’ he turned to the watching women, who shook their heads.
‘Thank you, I’m sorry, thank you my Duke,’ I managed, trembling with fear.
‘I’m afraid that such a tardy, heavily-prompted sentiment can hardly be classed as sincere. We’ll have to start again, my naughty little baby.’ I felt so vulnerable and ashamed in front of the audience in the room. I’d never felt anything like it. I was trembling with anxiety, and the next time he hit me, I said ‘Thank you,’ so fast that I felt like a simpleton. ‘Good girl,’ he said.
I lost count of the amount of times he struck me with the crop. Each time he hit me, I let out a gasp, and then said, as quickly as I could manage, ‘Thank you.’ And each time I said it, he replied, ‘You’re most welcome, my dear.’ Eventually, when I felt as though I could no longer take it, when I felt that the manacles were about to cut into my skin and that I was going to be permanently scarred by the relentless beating of the crop into my tender, red-raw arse, he stopped. I felt the soothing touch of his hand on my buttock, cool and reassuring.
‘Well done, Rosie. You took your first lesson extremely well. You were most pliant and respectful. Now,’ he said, ‘the pain should be starting to fade. But the pleasure is just beginning.’ And he was right. The pain of the strikes was fading to a dull ache, but there was a new, complex pleasure starting in my groin. The memory of the beating was sparking something new in my little cunny, and as his hands started to gently stroke the flesh of my inner thighs, I began to feel almost intoxicated by the dark energy pulsing around me.
‘Oh look,’ he said, ‘it seems like someone’s little kitty is positively seeping with all this attention.’ I felt his fingers walking their way back along my rump and settle on the inside of my thighs. ‘I suppose for a bad girl like you, getting smacked on the behind must have made your cunny-skin wet with lust
‘Yes, Duke,’ I whispered, ‘please, my Duke.’ I could still feel the sting from his hand on my behind, and the memory of the pain mixed with the utter pleasure his hands began to gave me. His finger was the first part of anyone save me to enter the space between my legs, and his hooked, probing fingers discovered for the first time how soft it was inside me, how hot and how quivering my pussy was. He began to slide his thick, wide-knuckled digits into me while making little deep groaning sounds. I could feel my wetness starting to coat his hands, as he plunged now two fingers inside me.
‘What a tight little kitty,’ he murmured to himself, as he started to push harder, deeper into me. My body began twitching as he explored me, and with each confident pound of his fingers, I gave myself more and more to him, to his mastery, to his power, to his perversion. I now imagined him striking my behind again and again as his fingers stretched my flesh, then, suddenly, he moved his other hand to a space just above my opening, to what now felt the centre of my sexual power, and he began to wetly slide his fingers over a hard nub of flesh there. The pleasure, the surprise of it, was like flowers opening at the speed of light in my mind. I felt streaks of hot joy spread instantly over my body and then, black spots appeared in my vision as I began to buckle on top of him, and finally, without thinking, my mouth made a word that I’d never said before, and I exploded with pleasure, as my entire body stiffened and relaxed.
‘What a good, good girl,’ he said, stroking my hair, holding my body tightly as the waves of ecstasy spread throughout me. ‘Now, you will remain here until Daddy is ready to teach you your next lesson.’
Daddy?
Chapter 27
‘That’s right,’ said the Duke, still stroking me. I could not help noticing how much gentler he was with me than the other servant girls. ‘You are my little darling, Rosie, and I am your Daddy. I will protect you from now on, as long as you are a good little girl, and do everything Daddy says. I will even give you a lovely little baby of your own, to love and play with, if you are a good girl.’
He began pressing his hand, softly but firmly, over my flat stomach, then pushing down onto my belly, pressing my swollen, aching little bladder, which felt full and ready to burst. Often, when I grew afraid or nervous, I felt like I needed to relieve myself, and now was no different. The Duke seemed to sense that, and he seemed to be trying to push it out of me!
‘Please, Daddy…’ I murmured. ‘I am afraid that something dreadful will happen.’
The Duke stopped pressing down upon me, and instead walked over to the other end of the room, to a large wooden chest I had not noticed before. I watched the Duke’s monstrous figure as he walked away from me, noticing how hard his cock still was. If anything, it was even harder now. I think he had truly enjoyed himself spanking me, and I could sense the other ladies in the room were growing jealous and impatient of all the attention I was getting. But it was clear that I was to be the Duke’s little darling from now on, and if they were to ever hope from any attention from the Duke from now on, they would need to respect that I was to be the special one.
The Duke retrieved what he had been looking for in the chest, and turned around to face me. He was holding a large square of white fabric, and he brought it over to me and held it against my cheek, showing me how soft it was. I fluttered my eyelashes in pleasure at the silky smooth feeling of the material. Being a lowly servant girl, I rarely had the pleasure of touching such beautiful things, and I adored the feeling of the smooth fabric on my face.
‘This is for your naughty little cunny,’ said the Duke, moving the material down towards my rear end, and then placing it between my thighs. I twitched with pleasure as the soft fabric caressed my quim.
‘Oh, hold it there, Daddy!’ I begged.
But the Duke began carefully winding the fabric around my legs and holding the diaper firmly in place with a safety pin. ‘Good girl,’ he said. ‘That will keep you nice and dry now,’ he said. ‘So you can lie in Daddy’s bed.’
He undid the manacles chaining me to the wall, and led me, by the hand, over to his satin-sheeted bed, and lay me down. ‘That’s it, good girl,’ he said softly, as if soothing me to sleep. I lay down, with relief, feeling sudden waves of tiredness come over me, and, as I relaxed, I began to feel the pressure in my bladder relaxing too.
Oh my goodness! I was relieving myself inside my diaper!
The Duke must have heard the trickling sound inside my diaper, as he began smiling widely, grinning and pressing down on my bladder with his fingers, pushing me firmly, almost painfully, causing the liquid to flow out of me. ‘Good girl,’ said the Duke. ‘That’s it. Let it all out.’
I felt terribly embarrassed, but strangely safe and secure too. I liked thinking of the Duke as my new Daddy. Not like my real father, of course - nothing like that! But instead, the Duke was like my protector. A man who would take care of me, inside and out, from this moment forwards, forevermore. One day, if I was a really good girl, he would put his nice big cock inside me, and let me play with him like a big girl, but, until then, I would submit entirely to his control, knowing that he knew exactly what was best for me. Oh, Daddy! How I love you!
Satisfied that I had finished relieving myself, the Duke stopped touching me, and began to stroke himself instead, as he looked down at me lovingly. ‘I am going to show you so many new things, baby,’ he said, looking at me. ‘Daddy is going to make you very happy.’
Then, he got up from the bed, leaving me lying on my side, curled up under the sheet, my quim nice and warm and wet from all the pee, tucked safely inside my nice big fluffly diaper, and he went over to the two servant girls, who had been waiting patiently for him.
I watched him walked up to Bettina, who reached out to touch his enormous cock, and she began stroking him, her fingers exploring his meat, making the bulge even bigger.
The Duke sighed. That’s it, Bettina,’ he sighed.
His huge cock towered over her like a monster, so hard and smooth and fleshy. Her hands closed around it. ‘That’s it. Give the Duke a nice big stroke, so his little darling can watch it. I want my little baby Rosie to see exactly what Daddy likes,’ he said, pushing his body a little further down onto Bettina’s.
Bettina looked amazing, lying on her back, her nipples hard, her legs splayed apart.
I guessed that was more or less how I’d look, if I was doing the same thing. If I was about to be fucked.
The Duke bent down and licked her nipple, all the way around the areola. ‘Why don’t you put this nice hard dick into your mouth now, Bettina?’ he said to her, positioning himself over her, so that his dick was inches from her mouth.
Bettina squealed with delight and stuck out her tongue, giggling, then pushed her lips over the cock and let it all the way in. She pulled back, gently, and I saw her throat moving, as if she was flicking her tongue around as she went up and down his shaft.
I felt my pussy tingle. Although it was already soggy, wet with pee, I could feel it getting even wetter. This was a different kind of wetness. Sticky and thrilling.
Bettina looked incredible with her little mouth open so wide, something so big pushed right up inside it. Lick it, Bettina! I found myself thinking. Lick my daddy’s nice big dick! Do it for me! Do it for both of us.
I began to rub my groin against the sheets.
‘That’s it, Bettina, that’s it,’ said the Duke, pushing his cock in and out of Bettina’s mouth, getting faster and faster. Bettina’s eyes were side open, looking up at the Duke, as if for approval, but his eyes were firmly on me.
I licked my lips and watched my Daddy get a nice big treat, looking forward to the day that it would be me doing all those nice things for him. I lifted back the covers, showing Daddy my nice big breasts, stroking my nipples for him, showing them how hard they could get.
Daddy’s eyes widened with desire as he watched me. ‘Oh fuck! You darling!’ he shouted, looking at me, suddenly pulling out his cock out of Bettina, and, with a raging, thick, red erection, he quickly walked across the room, over to me.
I opened my mouth, hoping to get some of Pop’s nice big dick too, but instead, I saw something thick and white travelling out of the end of it, towards me, and then I felt his cum, flying onto my face, some of it in my mouth, some in my eyes, in my hair, on my top. He held onto his dick, directing it all over me, until I was completely covered in his warm, salty-smelling spunk, and then he sat down beside me.
I rubbed the cum off my face with the back of my hand, and then, without realising what I was doing, began licking it off my fingers, drinking down the special liquid.
‘Look at that,’ he said gently, marvelling at me. ‘Baby’s learning lots of new lessons today.’ He lay down on the bed beside me, kissing me softly on the cheek.
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