Suddenly Marianne wanted to change the conversation. The more Steve dismissed Edward the more she was tempted to hurt him with the truth. ‘I don’t think we’re going to find your briefcase,’ she said, deflecting the subject and pretending to yawn. ‘Let’s go to bed.’
‘It’s damned inconvenient,’ said Steve, but he switched out the light and followed her down to the bedroom.
As usual, Steve was soon asleep but Marianne lay wide awake. She lay staring into the darkness, thinking about the picture and how it had also featured Marianne Clifford. And then, to her delight, she heard the whisper of familiar voices.
‘And how’s Miss Marianne today?’ asked Dr Francis Proctor.
Chapter 11
Marianne stared around her. She was standing in the middle of Edward’s bedroom, clad only in a thin shift. A fire was burning in the grate and the room was hot. Seated in the rocking chair was Tabitha. The girl was naked and looked more frail than ever. Her arms were resting on the sides of the chair, her hands clenched tightly around the ends until her knuckles showed white. Although she could only touch the floor with the tips of her toes she constantly kept the chair rocking back and forth, but the terrified expression on her face told Marianne this wasn’t what the servant girl wanted.
Judith was standing slightly to the side of the chair and in front of Tabitha. She was watching her serving maid carefully, and Marianne could tell from Tabitha’s swollen nipples that she was very aroused. Then, as Marianne watched, Tabitha uttered a whimpering cry and trembled violently. Immediately Judith began to beat her breasts with birch twigs while tears rolled down Tabitha’s face and she cried out beseechingly.
‘I can’t help it. I can’t help it, ma’am,’ she whimpered.
‘Keep rocking,’ said Judith, her voice harsh.
‘But the pebbles make me so excited,’ Tabitha cried. ‘The more I rock the worse it gets.’
Suddenly Francis Proctor, who’d been standing in the shadows watching Marianne, stepped forward. ‘Your mistress is quite right,’ he said, his voice calm and measured. ‘You may think we’re being unkind, Tabitha, but we’re trying to help you. It is my experience that if you continue with the treatment you’ll eventually learn to control yourself.’
‘It doesn’t work that way,’ Tabitha wailed.
‘Then you must keep doing what the doctor says until it does,’ said Judith crisply, and she pushed the back of the rocking chair to start it moving again.
Marianne realised the pebbles she’d seen inserted into Tabitha once before must be inside the girl again. ‘Ask them to let me go, miss,’ Tabitha cried, looking imploringly at Marianne. ‘I’m so tired.’
Marianne kept silent. There was nothing she could say, and in any case, she knew the doctor was about to examine her. The last thing she wanted to do was antagonise him or Edward before the examination began. Despite her apprehension, her skin was prickling with excitement. She started to imagine how it would feel when their hands touched her once more.
‘Perhaps her waist is a little smaller,’ said the doctor, squeezing his hands tightly around Marianne’s waist. ‘You could tighten the belt another notch, I think.’
Remembering how tight it had felt the last time she’d worn it Marianne couldn’t suppress a tiny sigh of protest.
‘What’s the matter?’ asked Edward.
‘I won’t be able to breathe,’ she whispered.
‘I think the doctor’s the best judge of that,’ he replied. ‘But we can always test his theory.’ As he spoke he produced the wide leather belt, pulling it swiftly round Marianne’s waist and jerking hard until he found the hole he wanted. Once the belt was fastened Marianne’s worst fears were proved right. She could scarcely breathe, and yet she remembered from what she’d read in books that women had always been tightly laced at this time, in order to keep an unnatural hourglass figure. No wonder they’d fainted so often, she thought to herself.
‘It emphasises your other curves,’ murmured Edward, running his hands thoughtfully over her muslin chemise, and she felt her flesh leap beneath his touch. ‘You see,’ he added with a smile. ‘You’re still alive so I assume you’re breathing. You were right, Francis. From now on the belt will be tightened.’
‘Tighten the strap between her thighs also,’ said his friend. ‘If nothing else it will make her nights more interesting.’ The doctor laughed.
At that moment Tabitha gave a muffled gasp of ecstasy. Marianne turned her head and saw the birch twigs rising and falling even while Tabitha’s body was still shaking from the contractions of her climax. Her cries of joy turned to cries of pain and she cowered back in the chair.
‘Perhaps you should have a little ointment on your breasts to soothe the discomfort,’ said Judith.
Tabitha shook her head. ‘I don’t need the ointment, ma’am,’ she said hastily.
‘I think you do,’ said Judith. ‘Do you have some with you, Francis?’ The doctor handed her a small jar and she quickly spread the cream over the raised marks on the servant girl’s breasts. Tabitha sat very still, as though waiting for something dreadful, and Marianne guessed that whilst the ointment might heal, it also hurt.
Sure enough, a few seconds later Tabitha was writhing in discomfort, moaning and weeping. ‘It’s burning me,’ she cried. ‘Take it off, please, take it off.’
But Judith spread the cream over a larger area of Tabitha’s breasts and, just as Marianne felt she must do something to stop Judith tormenting the helpless girl, Tabitha’s eyes widened. ‘Oh no!’ she cried, and then shuddered violently as yet another climax, triggered by the strange properties of the ointment, was wrenched from her.
‘Have you ever seen such wanton behaviour?’ Edward asked Francis Proctor.
The doctor shook his head. ‘It’s a very sad case,’ he declared. ‘She needs a lot of discipline and attention if we are to cure her.’
As the birch twigs began to fall on Tabitha’s belly and the rocking chair was set in motion once more, Marianne turned her head away. She couldn’t bear to watch any longer because, despite her sympathy for Tabitha, she was becoming excited.
The leather belt was now discarded and the doctor looked thoughtfully at Marianne. ‘Please remove your chemise,’ he said gently. ‘I need to do a full examination.’
Marianne crossed her arms protectively over her body. ‘I don’t want to be naked,’ she murmured, well aware that a young lady of that time would never have stripped, even for a doctor.
‘Don’t tell me you’re going coy on us, Marianne,’ laughed Edward. He waited a few seconds and then, when she still made no move to remove the garment, he hooked two fingers in the neckline and, with a savage downward movement, split it from neck to hem. ‘Will that do, Francis?’ he asked.
Marianne felt worse standing in a garment whose ragged edges had opened to partially expose her body than she would have done if she’d stripped herself, and she hastily eased the rags off and then waited passively for the doctor’s instructions.
‘Lie on the bed,’ he said.
This time she was lying full length on a bolster, just slightly elevated. The doctor sat on the bed next to her, moving his hands over her body, poking and prodding, palpating the flesh of her breasts and belly and constantly murmuring to himself.
His touch was gentle and skilfully arousing. Marianne felt her body relaxing beneath his fingers, her muscles softening. Then, as he continued to touch her, her desire began to grow.
The doctor’s hands parted her legs and instinctively she tried to close them, but Edward caught hold of her ankles and spread them apart, giving his friend free access. The doctor laid the middle finger of each hand against the join at the tops of her thighs and pressed, lightly at first but then more heavily. At the same time he rolled his fingers slightly inwards. It felt delicious, and she struggled to remain still because the sensation was so exciting.
Eventually he stopped, then he parted her sex lips and swirled a finger lazily around her entrance. ‘She’s already very wet,’ he said, his voice clinical and detached. ‘It’s surprising how little it takes. Are you quite sure she’s a lady of good breeding?’
‘Quite sure,’ Edward confirmed. ‘However, there must be bad blood in her somewhere.’
Marianne was determined to keep silent. In the background she could hear Tabitha climaxing at regular intervals, gasping with delight and then whimpering pitifully as she was punished by Judith’s birch twigs. Even that sometimes caused a renewed gasp of ecstasy, and the constant reminder that someone was having countless orgasms was an added aphrodisiac for Marianne.
‘She’s very quiet,’ said the doctor, when Marianne remained silent. ‘I really need to hear her responses in order to assess whether or not we’ve made progress.’
‘I’d have said we haven’t,’ remarked Edward. His fingers joined his friend’s between her thighs.
‘She still hasn’t uttered a sound,’ said his friend. ‘Admittedly, her flesh appears to indicate her behaviour is wanton, but perhaps I’m wrong.’
‘Do you think we should test her further?’ There was no mistaking the eagerness in Edward’s voice.
‘Yes,’ said his friend, and at that moment Tabitha gave a loud moan.
‘Please can I stop now?’ she cried, her voice breaking with distress.
‘The intention is that eventually you’ll tire of constant stimulation and release, then your disgraceful lasciviousness will cease,’ said the doctor.
‘But I want them to stop now,’ cried Tabitha.
‘Oh do stop whining,’ said Edward irritably. ‘Keep her quiet, Judith.’
There was the sound of birch twigs against naked flesh and after a few shrieks Tabitha fell silent, obviously realising she was only making things worse for herself.
Sir Edward lay down on the bed next to Marianne and turned her on her side, still on the bolster, so she was facing him. ‘Wouldn’t you like to be stimulated constantly?’ he whispered. ‘Tell me, don’t you envy Tabitha?’
‘No,’ she said uncertainly. ‘I couldn’t bear it.’
‘Nonsense, your capacity for pleasure is unlimited. We both know that.’ His voice was still quiet, intimate, and he was staring at her hungrily.
‘Why do you keep tormenting me?’ she asked.
‘Why do you keep coming back for more?’ he asked, and she had no answer for him.
She didn’t hear or feel Francis Proctor climb on the bed behind her. It was only when she felt his manhood pressing against her lower back that she realised he was there and jumped with shock. ‘What are you going to do to me?’ she asked in a panic.
‘Nothing so very terrible,’ said Edward, but the look in his eyes belied his words.
She waited, trembling and helpless, as the two men fed a long piece of silken cloth between her thighs, pulling the ends up on either side of her. Then, with her body sandwiched between them, they tugged the ends, pulling upwards against her vulva. Immediately her clitoris began to swell, blood suffusing the area as she became engorged with excitement, and she trembled on the edge of a climax. Then the pair loosened their grip and the pressure eased.
She was left in a state of hopeless frustration, longing for fulfilment, unable to control the situation at all and aware that her every response was being monitored by the doctor. He was judging her, listening for any sound she might make, and although she knew she should stay silent she also knew another tightening of the cloth would make it impossible.
After a few seconds, during which her body calmed a little, they pulled on the silken cloth once more, and this time, as she’d feared, she gasped with delight.
‘Did you hear that?’ asked Edward.
‘She’s responding.’ Francis nodded, and there was a note of disapproval in his voice. ‘I’m afraid she hasn’t made as much progress as I’d hoped.’
The cloth was loosened for a moment, and to her shame Marianne couldn’t prevent a cry of frustration.
‘What’s the matter?’ asked Edward.
‘Nothing,’ she gasped.
He caught hold of her chin. ‘Don’t lie to us.’
‘It’s just that...’
‘You’re enjoying it, aren’t you?’ he said. ‘You wanted us to continue then, admit it.’
‘No, no, I didn’t,’ she lied.
Immediately the two men tightened the cloth again. They continued to tighten and release in a steady rhythm so she was constantly brought to the peak of desire and then left there, silently begging for a chance to explode in orgasmic release. They were very clever, and soon she was sobbing with frustration, no longer caring what they thought of her.
‘I think this might help,’ said Edward, leaving the bed for a moment. When he returned he was carrying the glass bottle of oil he’d used on her once before. He poured a few drops over his fingers and, as he continued to manipulate the length of silk between her thighs, he pinched her flesh.
He chose the most sensitive places, and every time he pinched he would hold the flesh for a few seconds until she cried out, and only then would he release it. Each time the pressure eased a strange glow would spread.
‘Her responses are very audible now,’ remarked the doctor.
‘Indeed,’ said Edward. ‘I think perhaps we should satisfy her wanton flesh.’
‘Oh yes, please do,’ she cried, abandoning all pretence at ladylike behaviour.
The two men removed the silk and she felt their hands gripping her. Edward drew her nearest nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before closing his teeth over the tip, biting so hard she screamed in protest, but as soon as his mouth was removed she felt her body begin to arch upwards in a spasm of pleasure.
‘Quickly, take her now,’ Edward urged his friend.
To her horror, Marianne felt the doctor’s fingers parting her buttocks and then he was pouring some of Edward’s oil around the sensitive opening. His excitement was such that he could hardly wait and he thrust inside her before she was really ready for him. She groaned in protest at this cruel invasion.
His turgid penis seemed to stretch the walls of her violated bottom and his staccato movements were rough. As a result the pain almost outweighed the pleasure and she moaned despairingly, but he ignored her. Wrapping his arms around her waist he pulled her back firmly against his groin.
‘Now it’s my turn,’ said Edward, staring into her eyes. She felt the tip of him sliding up and down her inner channel, moving in teasing circles around her aching entrance. All the time he was doing this his friend was moving inside her, sending wave after wave of forbidden pleasure-pain through her. She was shocked to realise she wanted to be filled by the pair of them; at that moment, it was the most exciting thing she could imagine happening to her.
‘Beg me,’ Edward goaded harshly.
Marianne shook her head. She knew she couldn’t; she didn’t dare, because if she did such incredibly wanton behaviour would only be punished.
‘You know you want me,’ he went on. ‘Beg. Do as I say. Beg for it.’
Almost delirious with need, Marianne threw caution to the winds. ‘Yes... yes I want you to take me,’ she panted. ‘Hurry...’
Immediately he penetrated her and, as the two men began to fuck her in unison, it felt as though their shafts were touching each other in her depths. She heard herself sobbing and crying out incoherently as finally she was filled to the limit. And when Edward squeezed his fingers down and teased her clitoris she could take no more.
She screamed as her body jerked helplessly, impaled on the two men, constricted by their bodies from total freedom of movement but still spasming wildly as the most incredible orgasm imaginable took possession of her. For a few seconds she felt as though she’d lose consciousness, so overwhelming was her joy. Event
ually she slumped between their sweating bodies, totally drained, but the men were still moving inside her, still climbing towards their own moment of release.
It was the doctor who came first, his testicles squeezing tightly against her buttocks as his stubby cock swelled even further and then erupted inside the warm cocoon of her bottom.
‘Now you’re mine,’ Edward hissed, his stare fixed on her. ‘Now you know what you really are and how much you need me.’
Marianne stared back at him through misty eyes, knowing the words he was uttering were the shocking truth. She was his, she did need him and she was horribly aware of what she really was – or at least, of what she had become. Finally, as though reading her understanding, with a grunt of triumph he stabbed his hips aggressively and ejaculated too, his hypnotic stare transfixing her while his cock pulsed and his copious seed flooded her.
Long minutes later he and the doctor withdrew, leaving Marianne limp and alone on the dishevelled bed, damp with perspiration. She could imagine what she looked like, and as Edward and his friend stared down at her she couldn’t think of a word to utter in her own defence.
‘Could you ever have believed she’d behave like that?’ asked Edward.
‘I’m shocked,’ replied the doctor. ‘I’m sorry, Edward, but I seem to have failed you.’
‘It doesn’t matter. From now on I shall attend to her myself. You’ve done your best. I remember you once telling me there are some things that doctors cannot cure. I fear that Marianne’s lewd and wanton behaviour is one of them...’
Marianne awoke on the top of her bed, perspiration chilling her flesh. Clearly time had moved on, as it had begun to do during her recent visits to the past, and dawn was breaking.
She felt restless. Now she was away from Edward, back in the boring security of the modern day, she was in the mood for sex again.
She glanced at Steve sleeping quietly beside her. Easing back the duvet, she ran her fingers lightly over his chest. He always slept naked and, within a few seconds, she was lightly tickling his balls, watching the skin move beneath her touch. Encouraged by this, she began to massage his sleeping penis, and he moaned in his sleep, his hips twisting as he began to respond.
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