by Lindsay Ross
I was relieving myself in the designated area when they crept up on me and held my arms fast, dragging me off to one of the cellar store rooms.
I could tell from the smell of their breath they’d been drinking perhaps to build up Dutch courage and they’d placed things in the store in anticipation of seizing me, namely ropes and instruments for punishment.
Although I guessed they would use my body to satisfy their lust I had not anticipated the other purpose they had in seizing me.
They questioned me about trophies (seeming to believe our master had been given many fabulous gifts by kings and potentates) Mr. Povey had brought back from his expeditions and whether he carried keys to the safe and cabinets upon his person.
I had seen cabinets in his rooms but had not taken special note of their contents and I had no idea whether Mr. Povey owned a safe let alone having knowledge of its location.
When I professed my ignorance they concluded I was lying from a misguided sense of loyalty to Mr. Povey (as they put it) and sought to persuade me that co-operation with them could be a means of revenge on him for turning me into a beast. If I was able to filch the choicest pieces from his collection and pass them on they would see I was given a share of the spoils and helped to escape from Drydon Hall when the job was done.
I had to think quickly, debating in mind whether to pretend to fall in with their plan and then report the plot to John or Mr. Povey or whether to make it clear from the start that I would have no truck with their criminal schemes. If I decided to alert Mr. Povey to the danger to his property I would need to find a way to communicate which would not be easy since I was forbidden to speak. My only recourse would be to convey a warning through one of the girls, Millie perhaps.
When they demanded an answer, I nodded my head.
“Don’t try any stupid tricks,” said Skinner, the groom.
I shook my head.
“It would be a shame for Povey to lose his new guide dog so soon after it was trained,” said Hall, the footman, who seemed the more vicious of the pair.
Their plan seemed a desperate one with little chance of success until I reflected that Mr. Povey was blind and would not be aware of items going missing from his collection unless he opened a cabinet in search of one.
John spent much less time in Mr. Povey’s rooms since I had been put in charge of attending to my master’s personal needs.
The opportunity was there for me to do as the pair demanded and my reward would be release from my imprisonment, freedom to return to a normal life. A voice in my head told me I should take my revenge on Mr. Povey, betrayal was no more than he deserved.
But could Skinner and Hall deliver what they promised? Could they be trusted? What was to stop them leaving me high and dry once they had the last piece in their hands?
I needed time to think.
If I turned my back on Drydon Hall, I turned my back on John and Millie as well.
Although the plot they’d hatched and securing my part in it was their imperative, I thought it unlikely I would be released from the store room physically and sexually unscathed.
From my position on hands and knees I watched them exchange looks and then begin to undress.
As soon as their trousers were removed I saw they both had erections and there is a part of me that is always pleased when I have this effect on men, even blackguards like these. If I had known how they were going to abuse me I would never have congratulated myself.
Hall got into doggie position first but instead of thrusting his cock into my pussy, I felt his fingers push at my puckered anus and probe inside. It was the first time I had been invaded there and felt a shock of outrage and rebellion. He must have felt my body tense because he told me to be still and enjoy what was coming to me.
He remarked to Skinner how nice and tight I was.
His fingers overcame some resistance from my sphincter and pushed higher, stretching and widening my passage at the same time.
The sensations were unpleasant at first; some pain and the strong desire to defecate which was uncomfortable and embarrassing at the same time. I dreaded emptying my bowels in front of them; it was embarrassing enough picturing the man withdrawing his fingers and finding them streaked with my excrement.
I was already burning with shame that Hall was frigging my back passage rhythmically and with increasing force but there was nothing I could do to prevent it.
Then I felt him grasp me round my waist and mount me, sliding his cock into the passage he’d explored with his fingers by way of preparation.
It was much more difficult to accommodate his organ because of its length and girth and I had a feeling of being like a vessel too narrow to take the liquid poured into it except that I was being filled by something much firmer and therefore more invasive.
I felt my passage stretch and flex to take him and eventually he was up to the hilt and thrusting in and out quite vigorously just as if he was raiding my vagina.
Very gradually the feeling became less unpleasant but as he’d used no kind of lubrication, not even his saliva, there was a deal of pain each time he rammed into me.
I wondered what it would be like when he shot his warm spunk into my bowels but Hall withdrew before his orgasm and allowed Skinner to mount me. Soon Skinner was giving me another brutal rogering and this time he continued until his climax.
They had not finished with me.
Hall crouched over my face and I was told to apply my tongue to his anus. I was not sure whether this was simply to humiliate me but I concluded he also derived pleasure from the act.
My sense of shame plumped new depths.
I had no doubt I would be required to serve Skinner in the same manner and to have to perform the function of toilet paper for two men made me feel wretched. Skinner widened his legs disgustingly and pulled his buttocks apart with his hands which opened his hole still more.
Later they used the ropes to hogtie me and, when I was rendered helpless and unable to defend any part of my body, they set about me with their canes.
When all this was over, they warned me again to co-operate with their plan to steal Mr. Povey’s treasures and told me they expected an early report as to the whereabouts of the safe. Only when I had promised to do their bidding was I released from that hell hole.
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From Laurence Povey’s upstairs window I saw the guests arriving for the banquet. My master had gone downstairs to greet them so I had a rare opportunity to stand on my feet and survey the scene.
Looking round, I realised I also had an opportunity to search for the safe if I was going to assist Skinner and Hall.
I was still uncertain about which course I should take.
I had not seen Millie or any of the girls and imagined they were preparing for the banquet and fancy-dress ball.
I found myself pulling back the rug to look for signs of a safe set in the floorboards, not knowing if this was likely or not. In any event if I found a safe I would only be able to report on its location (if I had a mind to) as I would have no way of opening it.
In fact I found it behind one of the master’s paintings which depicted a magnificent stag at bay set in the Scottish Highlands.
A cursory examination of the display cases revealed gold rings and goblets as well as necklaces made of teeth and some items I could not identify. I had never taken a proper look before but on closer inspection it seemed likely that most of the contents of the sloping glass topped cases were valuable even if they were not all traditional in their appeal.
My life in Mr. Povey’s rooms had been so circumscribed and constrained, most of the time spent on my knees, that I had not had occasion to examine the master’s material possessions.
Later in the day John came to fetch me and took me downstairs where a footman waited to lead me to the ballroom thronged with men and women in fancy dress. When the footman, none other than Hall himself, strode in, head held high, pulling me on the leather leash, the musicians struck up a fanfar
e and everyone turned to discover who had made a grand entrance.
There was a burst of applause and cries of appreciation.
When I was unleashed and left to wander round the room I could think only of how badly marked I must look having endured such a recent caning from Hall and his friend.
I meandered through the groups of guests keeping well clear of those who were dancing and both men and women reached out to grope between my legs or feel my breasts as I sidled past.
When I reached an area where a group of acquaintances was seated enjoying conversation, a woman stopped me in my tracks and demanded I made myself available in lieu of a table, placing a hot coffee pot and coffee cups on my naked back. I tried to keep absolutely still like the inanimate object I was meant to be but the coffee pot burned my back and caused me to yelp, much to their amusement.
Eventually this group released me and Hall, who had been hovering close by, attached my lead again and pulled me along the corridor to the games room where Mr. Povey was locked in combat (with hearts, clubs, diamonds and spades) on the green baize table with a large number of his cronies.
The room was full of cigar smoke and voices were loud, testimony to the amount of hard drinking that accompanied the card playing.
“Ah, here’s the bitch you’ve been boasting about. What do you call her?” asked one of the guests as a few caught sight of me.
“Bella,” said Mr. Povey.
“Bellisimo…magnifico,” said the same guest.
In another part of the spacious room, men were playing billiards.
As I crawled in their direction I heard one of them say: “Here’s a chance of some sport.”
They continued their game for awhile but I saw two of the players whispering to each other and guessed I would be the victim of whatever plan was hatched.
I was seized, hoisted onto the billiard table, and made to lie on my back with my legs open wide.
“Let’s see how many we can pot,” said one of the originators of their little diversion.
I was made to lift my knees and open up my sex as much as possible while they took turns to aim billiard balls at my pussy. Someone had the bright idea of inserting a ball inside me so that the balls they fired clicked against it. They talked crudely as so-called gentlemen do when ladies are absent, calling my quim “the pocket” and laughing at the double meaning of “kissing balls.” In order to strike the ball lodged in my pussy they had to perform what they called “trick shots” to make the billiard balls jump up at the end of their journey across the green baize.
It wasn’t long before one of them had the idea of turning me over and using the billiard cues to strike my bottom.
They seemed to lose interest in me after they had thrashed me soundly and resumed their game, leaving me to return to the card table.
Mr. Povey had instructed me to amuse his guests so I crawled under the table where I could see only pairs of legs and not their owners. I rubbed the gentlemen between their legs, moving from one to another, a little like a music hall performer keeping plates spinning. I was soon aware of which cocks were erect and which were still soft and unbuttoned the trousers of those who were responding and drew out their pricks.
I continued to circulate, taking each cock in my mouth and sucking for a time before I moved to the next, judging this would be quite arousing for the gentlemen since anticipation lends spice to the dish in such circumstances. Whether what was happening under the table affected the way they played their hand above it I was not in a position to judge but I imagined their concentration would be adversely affected.
In one instance, someone discharged his load between the time I left him and the time I returned so that I was confronted with a sticky cock beginning to wilt. I was not sure whether he had put his hand under the table to finish himself off or whether he had come quite spontaneously.
Whatever the reason, I took his member in my mouth and licked it clean of his spending which made the thing twitch again though it did not climb to the vertical position.
I managed to reach the others in time to make them come in my mouth, sensing when each was ready and staying to finish them and I was pleased to hear some of them make complimentary remarks about me to Mr. Povey.
When I emerged from under the table perhaps an hour later I had persuaded the others who had not been ready to join in the first round to participate and in some cases I had served a second helping.
Chapter Ten
I am illused in London but Pleasured at Home by Young Girl’s Dream
Some weeks later Laurence Povey, in the best of moods, announced we were going up to town. As this was to be his first excursion since he sustained his terrible injuries, it was not surprising he was looking forward to visiting old haunts and renewing friendships. He declared his new guide dog would now prove its value.
I was in some trepidation as it was one thing to be walked naked round the Drydon Hall estate and quite another matter to be seen nude in the streets of London. Would he expect that or would he cover me with some sort of coat or blanket? It was not something I could question him about and would simply have to wait and see.
I was greatly relieved to find that he gave me a black cloak and hood to wear in the carriage though I was still naked underneath with my collar and tail in place. John loaded a trunk onto the carriage and I wondered about its contents.
It was quite a long journey to London and necessitated a break for a meal at one of the coaching inns on our route. Still wearing my cloak, I was allowed to join my master and we enjoyed a hearty meal though I did attract many glances born of curiosity since I never lowered my hood.
It was late afternoon with the early winter sunset setting the Thames aglow when the carriage finally arrived at the master’s club which resembled a stately mansion having a façade that included well proportioned columns and portico.
Before we alighted, John, who had driven the carriage, handed something to the master which I could not recognise.
But the next moment the two men had ordered me to remove my cloak and were placing a canine mask over my head. Then, back in harness and on the lead, I had to guide my master up many flights of steps to the entrance. The mask might disguise my features but it was going to be obvious to everyone that I was a human female since my body was entirely naked.
I knew women were not allowed inside any of the gentlemen’s clubs in London and expected the tall footman to turn me away.
“Welcome back, Mr. Povey,” he said respectfully, simply glancing down at me for a fleeting second.
“It’s good to see you again, Albert,” said the master. I’d noticed how often Mr. Povey used the expression despite his blindness.
“Do you require anything for the dog, sir?” Albert enquired. “A bowl of water?”
“Later, perhaps,” said the master.
“Just ask any of the footmen, sir.”
We proceeded up a grand staircase carpeted in a rich wine colour with gleaming stair rods. Every piece of brass including the beautifully shaped newel posts was polished to a high sheen. At the top of the staircase we encountered a man watering the luxuriant indoor plants and I expected him to show surprise as I turned towards him but he gave me hardly a glance before genuflecting to my master.
Then as I led him down a corridor I made a slight error which made my master bark his shin on a pillar and I received a thrashing across my bottom in front of two gentlemen who smiled to each other as if enjoying my plight. It would be an unexpected but welcome entertainment for them to see a dog-woman flogged in their club.
When my master was ensconced in one of the lounges in a comfortable armchair and a waiter had brought him coffee, a footman sidled up and offered to take me below stairs for a drink and a few leftovers. Mr. Povey could not see the man’s face but when I looked up at him I thought there was a cruel look in his eyes.
My intuition proved correct because the footman took me to a locked storage room below stairs to which he had the key.<
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He left me there for some minutes and then returned with two other footmen who locked the door behind them. The man who had taken me from my master’s side had in his hand a thick leather belt with a large buckle. Without ceremony all of the men stripped themselves of their uniform and came at me together. There were no chairs in the storeroom but there was a table bearing jars of preserves and pickles and they told me to clear it by placing the jars on the floor.
Then one of the men carefully removed my mask and, putting his hands round my waist, he lifted me onto the table.
The three men came close and began to touch my private parts, inserting their fingers into both my orifices and taking great liberties. When one man began to bite my thighs and bottom the others followed his lead and I was bitten everywhere including round my pussy. I was not able to defend myself because I had been ordered to raise my hands above my head on pain of the belt being used. I was trembling with fear knowing that I was entirely at the mercy of this sadistic trio who could not believe their good fortune in having a naked woman to use as they pleased.
When they tired of hurting me in this way two of the footmen climbed onto the table and I was made to offer myself doggie fashion so that one could enter me, the other kneeling astride my head and forcing me to take his cock in my mouth. The third reached under me and tugged at my breasts as if milking me causing me more pain.
They took turn about and after the third had fucked me I could feel semen seeping from my pussy and running down my thighs.
“We best get her back to her master before he misses her.”
“That’s the sort of bitch worth owning.”
I knew my lower body was covered in very visible bite marks but of course my master couldn’t see them when I was returned to him and he simply thanked the footman for showing kindness to his animal. Kindness indeed!
