Victorian ABDL Stories Mega Bundle: 10 Taboo Historical Age Play Forbidden Erotica

by River Belle

  I would meet, once a month, with a man named Fortescue, who had connections with some of the more, shall we say, interesting brothels in London and York. Fortescue would supply us with details of the whores and clients who became our littles. He would sometimes bring us candidates to examine, and occasionally he would join us for a little age play.

  On one of our meetings, after the initial pleasantries, I asked him whether he had details of the new littles he was going to supply to us.

  ‘The thing is, Father,’ said Fortescue, a wicked note to his voice, ‘this new one … she’s special. She’s not your typical little.’

  ‘Just how special are we talking?’ I said. I felt my cock stir a little in my pants. I always got so excited about the new arrivals.

  ‘She’s really, extremely naughty, you see. She’s been very badly spoilt. She’s a Duchess, you see. Cast out by her family because of her perversions, she’d been working in one of the very best whorehouses in London. Not only is she beautiful, but she’s a very bad girl.’

  A bad girl, eh? A Duchess, no less. I couldn’t wait.

  Chapter 36

  The morning that the Duchess arrived was similar to any other. I’d woken with Mother at my side, and lent over to give her a kiss.

  ‘Good morning my dear,’ I said, looking at her large, ripe, milk-filled breasts. I bent over her body and gave her right nipple a nice long lick, causing her to moan with pleasure. I did love Mother very much. She’d been such a good companion to me, and I was so lucky to have someone who was interested in the same sort of lifestyle as me. Occasionally, Mother would give me a nice long suck at her teats. It give me a real thrill to taste the same creamy goodness that our Babies so enjoyed.

  ‘Are you excited about our new little girl arriving?’ Mother said, wriggling around a little on the bed.

  ‘I can see you are,’ I said, watching Mother rub her pussy with her hand.

  ‘Mmmm,’ she said. I gave her a playful slap on the bottom, got ready, and headed downstairs for breakfast.

  Frank and Florence, the ‘twins’ were at the bottom of the grand old staircase at the centre of the house. Two of my oldest Littles, Frank and Florence had taken an immediate liking to each other. They were touching each other exploratorialy now, Frank was licking his Sister’s breast, and I could see that they were both enjoying it. She giggled a little. To see them both playing so freely in their towelly diapers and nothing else brought a sentimental pang of pride to my heart. I was so happy that we’d managed to build this safe environment for us all. A place were grown adults could live out their innermost fantasies, and where I could have all of the Littles I wanted.

  The society of our time did not look kindly upon the sort of shenanigans we all got up to here at Lakeside. Had the police force or any of the landed gentry discovered would went on here, we’d all be strung up. That’s we we had to be doubly careful with our new Littles, and why Fortescue was the only person we could deal with.

  ‘Frank, Florence – stop that. It’s time for the two of you to break your fast.’

  The twins obediently looked up at me and burbled to each other. They crawled around on the floor, Frank now holding his favourite rattle. I felt my penis grow heavy at the sight of Florence’s breasts, hanging below her as she crawled. She had a massive chest, and I’d spread my seed all over them countless times. If it had been another morning, I might have allowed my arousal to get the better of me. But not today. Today was extra special.

  Maybe I’d just pop my head into the crèche as a little treat. I needed to check in with Hawkins to see whether or not our special new guest was in here. But there was always time to make sure that all of our residents were happy. I walked down the corridor that led to the crèche, and as I did, I heard sounds of happiness and excitement coming from up ahead. The gurgles and laughs of the babies were music to my ears.

  When I opened the doors, the scene that greeted my eyes was delicious. Six fully grown adults, dressed in softly-wrapped, safety pin fastened diapers, rolling around on the floor. One of them, Earnest, who was always having little accidents, was sitting in the middle of the floor, crying. The other Babies moved away a little from him, holding their noses and giggling. Obviously, Earnest needed a new diaper. I rang the Maid’s bell and turned to leave. This wasn’t my work. I had a new Baby to greet.

  Chapter 37

  Hawkins was waiting for me in the study. He was wearing his standard butler’s outfit of black tail-coat and bowtie. He was immaculately coiffed and stood tall and straight. He had a fantastic body underneath that uniform, strong and well defined. Amazing for a man of his age. Part of his contract was to stay in top physical condition – we couldn’t have the Babies looked after by someone who didn’t first look after themselves!

  ‘Sir,’ he said, speaking with immaculate diction, ‘I am not happy with the young arrival’s behaviour. Not happy one bit. And certainly not becoming of a Duchess indeed. I remember when titles actually meant something in this country.’

  Hmm. It was very unusual for Hawkins to show any concern at all. He was the consummate professional, and was an expert when it came to disciplining the Babies.

  ‘What seems to be the matter, Hawkins,’ I could feel excitement flooding my body. Just how much of a bad girl could this Duchess be?

  ‘Well sir, I suggest that you take a look into the preparation area yourself,’ Hawkins said. We had a special, large, glass panel built into the wall of the study, from where new arrivals could be watched, to make sure that they were calm and relaxed before we integrated them with the rest of the family. We had blinds fitted so that the new arrivals could have pirvacy while the adapted to their new environment. I pulled the little cord next to the window, my heart pounding with excitement.

  Slowly, the blinds moved along the window, and I was able to see into the room that held our precious new arrival. It was chaos. She was there, in the middle of the room, sucking her thumb. She must have managed to pull her diaper to the side, because she’d left little puddles of pee on the floor, I could see them soaked right it. Her teddy-bear (we provided all new arrivals with a toy to comfort them) was ripped in two, its head thrown across the room.

  This was unacceptable behaviour. ‘Hawkins, I’m going in with my spanking stool.’

  Chapter 38

  The rich, sweet, acrid smell of fresh pee was very strong in the room. Obviously, Bad Girl didn’t like peeing in her diaper, like Babies were meant to. She still had it on, as well as the bonnet that all of our babies wore.

  ‘Baby,’ I said, walking toward her. She was smashing the remains of her bear on the floor, gurgling and laughing.

  ‘Da-da?’ she said to me looking up.

  Goodness gracious, she was stunning. She had huge, surprised eyes, blue and clear and slightly even too big for her face. Her long lashes stuck together a little as she blinked and she had a sweet little puckered, pouting mouth. Her lips were deep red and glistened with moisture from her tiny pink tongue. But the thing that I really adored, the thing that made me know immediately that this was my favourite, the best Girl I’d ever had, was her nose. It was upturned and snooty, but baby-ish and stumpy. She was a little angel, and I immediately wanted to look after her.

  I put the stool I’d carried in with me down on the floor, and stood with my hands on my hips, letting this bad girl know how disappointed I was with her. I removed my frock coat, and put it behind the door, leaving me in just my waistcoat and shirt. I rolled the sleeves of my tight, white shirt upward, and prepared to discipline my new charge.

  ‘This is very bad behaviour, darling. Daddy is very upset with you.’

  Upon hearing these words, the Duchess opened her mouth wide and began to bawl. As she did so, she lifted her head up and I noticed her breasts for the first time. They were magnificent. She was young, probably our youngest baby, now that I come to think of it - probably not much older than nineteen or twenty, and she had the firm, ripe breasts of a young
woman. Her nipples were a beautiful pink colour - a colour I’d never really seen on another woman’s breasts at all. I felt my manhood once more throb in my trousers. She was so beautiful.

  But I never coupled with the Babies on their first day, no matter how much I wanted to. They had to wait their turn. But first, Babies had to learn the crying wouldn’t get them anywhere. I had to establish how stern I was. It was the only way they learned.

  I picked up the Duchess, with my hands under her arms, so close to her bosom. My penis begged me to release it from my trouseers, to show this naughty Girl just how excited she had made her Father, but, I contained myself. That was for later. However, I saw her look down at the space between my legs.

  ‘Daddy?’ she said. My manhood was clearly erect, it was obvious, and my baby had noticed it. She moved her foot as she dangled in the air and put it on my penis through my pants and started to rub. Even the dull feeling of her foot against me was enough to make me double up in pleasure.

  ‘No!’ I cried, ‘bad Girl!’

  I sat on the stool and laid her across my lap. She was making a big fuss, crying and waving her hands around.

  ‘Shhh,’ I said, ‘now Baby, I need to tell you off for coming into this lovely house and being naughty.’

  Baby continued to gurgle, but as she did, she started to grind her groin down, straight onto my cock. I wanted her so badly - but she was a bad girl, and needed to learn. I unfastened her diaper and pulled it down over her legs, my excitement growing as I saw the top of her behind and then, nestled in between her cheeks and under her, her bright, pink quim.

  Chapter 39

  It was a beautiful little thing, the same shocking pink colour as her nipples. She had been shaven cleanly, making the skin around her little entrance extremely tender and smooth. And she was wet. Oh, she was very, very wet. This bad little Duchess had been having some very bad thoughts.

  ‘Da-da!’ she squealed. I rested my hand on the smooth cheek of her buttock, enjoying the sensation of her smooth skin beneath my grizzled old hand. Oh, I was going to have to discipline this little girl many, many times, so that she learned good manners and became toilet trained. I lifted my hand up high, and brought it down onto her young flesh with a stinging slap. As I struck her, she let out a little whimpering cry, and I actually saw more fluid pump out of her cunny. I’d never seen anyone respond like this to my punishment. It was incredible.

  ‘Now do you see that you must keep your diaper on at all times, and only pee into it?’

  She looked up at me with what I’d have to describe as the naughtiest look I’d ever seen on any of my Babies. She squirmed around and wrinkled up her face. A look of extreme concentration came over her face and she started to turn a red colour. Even like this, she looked gorgeous, her cute little face so innocent and sexy.

  ‘What are you doing, Baby?’ I said. Maybe she had some trapped wind. Then, with a delighted little squeal, she let out a tiny little fart, a gust of air from her tiny little puckered sphincter. I was absolutely delighted. For a Baby to break wind in my presence the very first time we met was unprecedented! But I was not prepared for what came next.

  With a squeal of utter delight, my Bad Girl squirmed up her face again and started to grunt and groan. Then, I saw a thick, rich prodding shit push its way out of her backside. I watched her produce this mess, growing more excited as she continued, until the poop was just lying there on top of her. I could now feel the excitement from her pussy, dripping down onto my pants. This was the naughtiest Baby I’d ever met!

  Then, before I had time to react, she rolled off me, onto the floor, and began smearing her mess all over the place. I was incensed, but also more aroused than I’d ever been before with any of my babies, or even with mother. The Duchess didn’t react when I pulled out my big, hard cock. Some of the other Babies had smiled when they’d first seen it, but not The Duchess. She was too busy playing with her own shit.

  Unable to leave the enormous pressure inside me unattended to, I grabbed hold of my cock, and pulled it a few times. I groaned with relief. Then I looked down at my shitty little Baby, unsure what to do with myself. I wanted her. I wanted her so badly. But it would be going against all my policies. Wincing slightly at the worsening smell, I dipped my fingers deep into The Duchess’s shit, feeling the warm, wet excrement all over my fingertips. Then I lifted out my hand, and I painted her bosom with it. Big brown smears all over her nipples. She squirmed as I did it, and opened her mouth a little in pleasure.

  Then she took her own hands and began to copy Daddy, carelessly smearing shit over herself, getting it in her hair, on her cheeks, a twisted smile beginning to appear on her face. She reached out to me and smeared her shit on my nice white shirt as well, until we were both covered in it.

  I noticed that her little pussy lips had pulled apart a touch, that a thin line of spit had formed between the lips, that my new Baby was desperate to fuck.

  I grabbed the a damp cloth which we always kept in the new arrival’s room, and quickly wiped my penis, which had got dirty now too. Then I brought the wipe down to her maidenhood, getting rid of most of the mess, and I pinned her down on the floor, and pushed my cock into her pussy. It was a little tight going in - for all I knew, The Duchess was still a virgin - but her muscles soon relaxed, enabling me to fuck her hard.

  The smell of shit while we fucked was really overpowering, and it was all over my shirt and waistcoat now, seeping against my skin. I had never fucked any of my other Babies like this. Changing time was normally sacred. We didn’t mix faeces and fucking.

  But this… this was incredible.

  The Duchess still remained silent, looking up at me with her big, inquisitive eyes, but I could tell how much she was enjoying it. Her pussy was so wet, and the twisted little smile remained on her lips. I grabbed her shit-smeared breasts as we fucked, desperate to put them in my mouth, but not until I’d cleaned her. Then I turned her over, face-down on the changing mat, putting her head to one side so she didn’t suffocate, and I began circling her little nub, making her legs tremble and her breath become heavy.

  I pressed my cock against her entrance, pushing apart her swollen pussy lips, and then I plunged into her warm, wet passage. It was so wet in there now, it was like my cock was splashing about in mother’s milk! I began to fuck harder, my scrotum getting coated in The Duchess’s warm, wet liquid. Then I squirted my seed all the way up The Duchess’s passage, coating her in my own, salty man-milk, throbbing with utter pleasure.

  I pulled my aching, tender cock out of her pussy, and held my Baby close to me.

  Her breasts were covered in excrement, and her belly was covered in it too. The floor was smeared brown, and there was shit on the carpet. It was a beautiful, beautiful mess. I put my fingers between my Baby’s legs, stroking her soft center, feeling my thick seed leaking out of her still-wide-open pussy, coating her thighs in semen.

  It seemed as though Hawkin’s hadn’t been exaggerating. This Duchess was very, very naughty. I was glowing with pride.

  PART SIX

  ADOPTED BY THE DUKE

  Chapter 40

  I had just turned eighteen, and I was desperate to move out of the house I grew up in, and separate myself from my parents.

  Not that there was anything wrong with my parents, per se - they were just rather elderly and a little dull. My mama lay in bed snoozing all day, while my dear papa tried to make a little more effort, reading the paper in the afternoons, bless his old heart, but normally the paper lay across his lap like a blanket while he snoozed too.

  My mama had been fifty-two when she had given birth to me - ‘You were a miracle of biology,’ she always said to me on my birthdays. And my papa had been sixty-one. Now, my mother was seventy, while my father was a ripe old seventy-nine.

  It had been strange having such old parents throughout childhood. While my friends’ parents bounced them on their knees and took them climbing trees, my parents had been planning their
retirement. Selling the nice big house we grew up in and moving to a small, sensible town house, with only two storeys, and three elderly butlers. It was like being trapped in an old people’s home! Not that my life thus far hadn’t been enjoyable in its own way, but now, aged eighteen, I was ready for some excitement.

  My closest friend at etiquette school, Bessie, had the most incredible parents. They were so young and attractive, and full of energy, and I loved spending the evening at Bessie's house so I could converse with her dear parents. Sometimes, when I spent the night in the spare room at Bessie’s house, I’d prod my friend’s pudgy cheeks, listen to the sound of her heavy breath against the pillow, and, once I was sure Bessie was asleep, I’d creep downstairs and spy on Bessie's parents.