by Leo Barton
'Now, miss, you've come at the right time. It is recreational hour.'
Lillian didn't really know what they meant, but she couldn't believe that recreational hour was going to provide her with much recreation. Still, she nodded her head.
'Do you like table tennis?'
Lillian didn't really know what response they wanted her to make, so she nodded again.
'Good, because me and Mauro here love it. That is why we keep these table tennis bats in our locker. The only problem is that we don't have a ping-pong ball.'
'We don't have a table either,' Mauro chirped in.
'True enough. So we are going to have to practice on something else.'
Lillian knew exactly what they had in mind.
'Touch your toes again, that's right, get that bottom up.'
Roberto smacked her first and quite hard, catching her on the meat of her bottom. He smacked her again and again. Lillian, as she had done with Grimaldi, so much wanted to cry out with the pain, but she just about managed to restrain herself.
After Roberto had hit her several times more it was Mauro's turn. But he decided to take her over his lap and give her a good spanking. The bat fell lightly at first, but Mauro soon gathered pace so that he was slapping the bat quickly off her rear while Roberto looked on approvingly.
Lillian felt tears forming in her eyes. It was so terribly humiliating. Whatever Lord Willingham wanted her to do in the future she would do, to avoid been sent back to this horrible place with these horrible men. Her bottom, which had already suffered from a good spanking from Grimaldi, felt red raw by the time Mauro had tired of spanking her with the table tennis bat.
'Look at that, what a beauty!' he said approvingly as he looked at his handiwork.
'Yes, my friend, I think one good deed deserves another, don't you?'
They made her kneel on all fours on the bench. Mauro removed his uniform and then fed Lillian's mouth onto his hard cock. Roberto positioned himself behind her and sank his cock deep into her quim. They created a see-saw effect so that as Lillian slid up Roberto's cock, she would slide down Mauro's oiled shaft. Mauro had tight hold of her hair as she sank on him, while Roberto's thighs hit firmly against her already pained buttocks. Lillian could feel the mounting pressure of an orgasm building inside her, but both men emptied their seed before she found any release.
When it was over Roberto turned to Mauro. 'Look, she's all sweaty and dirty again. We'd better hose her down...'
After all the pain and exertions that Lillian had undergone, she felt very tired. If they would only put her somewhere where she could sleep and then she could forget where she was and Lord Willingham might come tomorrow and take her back to his house, but something inside told her that they weren't going to just let her rest in the prison. Hadn't they also said something about putting her in with other prisoners?
After they had cleaned her again they attached a blindfold to her, and then much worse, they put her in ankle chains and fastened her wrists in chains too, as she had been at Lord Willingham's.
They led her into a room. Lillian assumed it must be a cell. She heard the door bang after she entered. It must have been quite a big cell, judging by the number of men who cheered when she entered.
This really was terrible for Lillian. She was chained and completely naked, and unlike at Lord Willingham's, she didn't have to please just one or two men, here there must have been at least ten, maybe more.
They mounted her on a chair in a kneeling position. The chair appeared to be fixed to the floor. Her arms and legs were clipped to it so that she could not move, and her bottom was up high in the air. Surely they couldn't leave her like this all night.
She was aware of a group of men standing around her. Hands were casually stroking, petting her as they might pet a dog, brushing her hindquarters, stroking her rump or tweaking casually at the breasts.
'Now boys. Don't worry.'
Lillian recognised the voice was Roberto's.
'You've got all night. She's not going anywhere. We don't want any damage, mind, and you can see we have already tanned her bottom pretty good, but if you insist then that is up to you. If you look closely here, you can see that you have three holes to play with...'
Lillian could not believe that she was being talked about in this way, but she was still too frightened to protest. If only Lord Willingham was here, she strangely thought, Lord Willingham who had let her free to wear clothes and walk around the house, then this wouldn't be going on. She would just have to serve him as best as she could so that she never ended up in this kind of mess again.
Roberto continued. 'You see at the front there is plenty of room for those who like a good blow job. Mauro had the pleasure of that not so long ago and he said that the girl was pretty good. I myself went the conventional way and I can certainly recommend it. Nice and tight. The bum I don't know. I've just stuck my fingers up there, but it seemed adequate enough to me. Now if things get out of hand, I've brought the gag as you can see, so no problem there, but just make sure that you tidy up after yourselves and you don't leave a mess. All right. Now this is a special treat and it won't happen again if you cock up. Got it?'
A series of 'thanks' and 'we won't cock up' went around the room.
As soon as Roberto had exited she felt the same number of hands stroking and nipping at her. There was a lot of hushed conversation, some of which she didn't understand because it was in a dialect she didn't know. But she got the gist all right. They were arguing about who should go first and how they should work it. If somebody went now could they also go later on? Could they swap holes? She heard the clink of coins on the floor and released they were deciding who was going to have her body first.
The next sensation was feeling fingers opening her mouth and then a thick cock being slid in. Somebody else was entering her through her sex lips, and yet another had sneaked a finger inside her bottom. They rode her steadily, but it was so frustrating for Lillian for she couldn't even derive any physical pleasure because her constraints meant that she couldn't grip herself on the men. That tended to make the men even more ruthless when they fucked her.
A pair of hands were massaging and kneading her breasts. It was terrible. She didn't even know whether these hands belonged to the man that she was sucking or whether they belonged to somebody else altogether.
Maybe, as Roberto had said, because some of the men hadn't had sex for a long time they came inside her very quickly, but as soon as one man had finished the next one began, and not all in the same place. She felt a tremendous pressure in her bottom as one cock was stuffed inside her. It hurt her so much. Nobody had bothered to adequately lubricate her, and the man didn't seem to be bothered. After he had come inside her and probably seeing the affect that anal sex had had on her another man entered her there.
Her mouth was always occupied, her head was held in a grip so that there was no escape from swallowing every drop of their seed.
Lillian was so tired but there was absolutely nothing she could do, as one man followed another. She was filled in all her orifices with their seed, and copious it was too. If only she could move, assume a different position, but the way she had been clipped on the chair made this totally impossible.
Lillian was totally exhausted but she just couldn't rest, not with all those clips on her and those cocks inside her. Her bottom ached, her sex ached, and her jaw as well, and there was no relief from the pain. She was convinced at one stage that she passed out, but if she had when she woke up, she was still being relentlessly fucked.
It was the guards who eventually released her, taking her away still blindfolded and hosing her down again, and seeing how exhausted she was, barely able to stand on her feet. They chained her to the wall and let her sleep.
When she woke up they had removed the blindfold. Grimaldi was standing above her.
She looked up to him, her eyes pleading. 'Is Lord Willingham here for me?'
'Oh, girlie, no. He's not coming back for anot
her week.'
15: A Visit from Ralph Simmons
Grimaldi was actually lying as Lord Willingham had only intended Lillian to stay there for one night. The whole point, apart from keeping Grimaldi happy, was to consolidate his power over her. Lord Willingham had a double threat now. He had the terrifying threat of perpetual conscious darkness and also a return to the police station should Lillian err.
Lillian had been so glad to see him. The battle was over. Never would she disobey this indomitable man again. She would serve him as best as she could, do whatever he wanted her to do so that she never again had to go back to prison or be bound and gagged. She could wear clothes in his house, she could cook and occasionally speak with Sonia. Lord Willingham strongly disapproved of her reading books or newspapers and only let her watch inane problems on the television in case she got ideas. She was taught how to look after him, when to run his bath, wash and iron his clothes and cater for him in any way he required.
Occasionally, as a reminder of how terrible it had been when she was disobedient, Willingham would make her don the hood and chain her to the bed. This would happen especially if she was remiss in her new duties, if she forget to shave her mound, for example, which she was expected to do every other day.
She was completely made to forget her task of writing Hyde-Lee's biography. In fact Hyde-Lee had decided to undertake this activity himself and it kept him extremely busy for most of the day, as he continued to recuperate from his illness. Lillian was hardly ever allowed to see him, nor did she really have any great desire to. Her real master was Willingham, and the only other man she had to take seriously was Everton, whom Willingham would sometimes delegate responsibility to for chastising her.
Several weeks passed in this fashion, the warmth of early spring passed into the sweltering heat of summer and then beyond. Through email and telephone Lillian was allowed to keep in touch with friends, but Willingham insisted in listening in to all telephone conversations and if he glanced disapprovingly at something Lillian said, she would be required to draw the conversation to a close and hang up. Likewise, all her correspondence, be it conventional or electronic, was inspected and approved by Willingham, and of course any visits by friends were strictly prohibited.
To ask whether Lillian was happy or unhappy would be to misunderstand the state of her mind. It was no longer her business to seek contentment, only to seek the contentment of her master, Lord Willingham. It was he who had manipulated her mind until Lillian ceased to exist as an independent individual. Her contentment, such as it was, came through her master, her satisfaction only to know that she was permitted to wear clothes, see, hear and smell, these basic objectives could only be achieved through her master, who had the power at any time to withdraw her from the world and shunt her back into darkness.
Occasionally she would be required to please Lord Willingham's guests, either by pleasuring them or letting them punish her. One such guest was Ralph Simmons who had come towards the late summer. When Lillian saw him she had the strange sensation of having met him before at some book launch, but that had occurred in some other life that she no longer thought of as belonging to her.
Ralph Simmons, on the other hand, remembered her well, for he had propositioned her and she had turned him down. When he told this to Willingham, Willingham burst out laughing.
'You know I was so convinced that she was the submissive type and that she would enjoy a firm hand or rod, but when I asked her to dinner she point blank refused.'
'When was this?' Willingham asked, still chuckling.
'Must be three or four years ago now.'
'Well, I can assure you that she won't turn you down now. How would you like her? You've always been fond of bra and panties, maybe a lead?'
'I say, that would be very satisfactory.'
'And I think we can allow you the riding crop for this one. Everton, go and prepare Lillian for us, and maybe you can prepare Penny too. We could have a good old-fashioned race.'
Everton found Lillian in the garden where she spent a good deal of her time if she had fulfilled all her responsibilities for that day. Although Lillian tried to satisfy every request made of her, her heart always sank when she saw Everton come to seek her out. Only last night, when Willingham was dining out, he had made both Sonia and Lillian kneel before him on his bed. He had taken it in turns to spank them and then buggered first Sonia and then Lillian, and just before he ejaculated Sonia had to take him in her mouth. He'd made them both sleep with him too, and insomniac that he was, when he had woken up in the middle of the night he entertained himself by sticking a dildo up their rears, just to watch both of them squirm. Neither Sonia nor Lillian were sure that their master would approve, but both were too frightened to say anything.
Everton took Lillian upstairs and got her to strip to her peach-coloured bra and panties. He attached the metal-studded collar, and then the lead then chained her to the bed. Lillian just hoped that she wouldn't be left like that for too long.
Next, Everton went downstairs and found Penny. Penny was more of a novelty for Everton, as he still had very fond memories of training her. He took her up to a room and got her to undress. Penny, remembering her stay at Lord Willingham's, was probably even more frightened of Everton than Lillian was. She shivered when she stood before him in her panties.
'On the bed, miss,' Everton commanded, removing his sizeable manhood from his briefs with one hand and holding a pearl dildo in the other.
Penny knelt down, beside him on the bed, and Everton pulled her juicy mouth onto his cock. She began to suck on him expertly. It was, after all, Everton more than anybody else who had instructed her in the art of oral sex. With his other hand free, he stretched the gusset of her panties aside and inserted the tip of the dildo inside her.
Penny gasped with the pleasure it caused. This was not what Everton wanted. He had so often been commanded by Willingham to bring pleasure to women that he hated doing it. He would rather cause them pain while at the same time they brought pleasure to him. He removed the dildo from Penny's sex and with only the mildest lubrication from her own sex he began to squirm it up her rear passage.
Penny wanted to cry out with the pain, but as with Lillian she knew that her master never permitted it. On top of that her mouth was full of Everton's manhood. It had the desired effect, though, that Everton thought it would, making her suck more ardently on him. It was not long, with the dildo slipping further and further inside Penny's bottom, that Everton ejaculated in her mouth.
Penny's hand automatically reached to her bottom in a vain attempt to quell the pain, but it was soon brushed aside by a punctilious Everton, aware that Willingham and Ralph Simmons were waiting for him.
A similar collar was attached to her neck, then a lead. She was made to crawl along the corridor in only her bra and panties on all fours.
When they reached Lillian's room, Penny was taken inside while Lillian was unbound from the bed. Then Everton took both women, Penny's lead in his right hand and Lillian's in his left, to Willingham's private study.
Lillian had talked to Penny before, but she knew that when they were on duty like this, neither of them was even permitted to look at each other.
'Oh, what a beautiful sight!' Willingham exclaimed as both women were led into the room. Maybe you could place them there on the rug so we can inspect them.'
Everton took both women and deposited them in the middle of the rug, where Willingham and Ralph Simmons could inspect their panty-clad bottoms.
'You know I like looking at a girl with her panties on, knowing that in a moment we are going to rip them off and give them a good flogging.'
Lillian winced at the thought of being flogged. It didn't happen very often but when it did it hurt like mad, particularly if Willingham delegated the task to Everton.
'Bottoms up, girls,' Willingham ordered.
Both girls stuck their bottoms in the air as high as they could.
'Ralph, perhaps if you would like to do t
he honours.'
'Certainly,' Simmons agreed. 'I have to say I think Penny looks all the better since we shaved her,' he continued as he pulled her skimpy panties down clear of her bottom and then completely clear of her body. 'Just look at those sex lips, so soft, so juicy.'
Both men bent down and ran their fingers over the protruding lips of Penny's sex.
A strange memory gripped Lillian's mind. She was drinking a white wine soda, talking to a man at some kind of party. She didn't like the man much. He had such a lewd stare. In fact she had even enjoyed being quite rude to him, telling him that she really didn't want to go out to dinner with him. Imagine the sheer audacity of her. It was this man, she was sure, this man who was now spreading Penny's cheeks apart admiring her little bottom hole.
'You know she's delightfully tight there, my Penny is. She really does enjoy being fucked there, Lance. It really is a rare treat. Although not that rare for me, for hardly a day goes by without me servicing that tiny little aperture.'
Penny flinched. The first man who had ever entered her there had been Lord Willingham and it had been so painful, and on top of that, her bottom still ached from the heavy dildo that Everton had stuck up her not fifteen minutes before. She loved her master and she was willing to do anything for him, but she didn't want to have that done to her by anyone else, certainly not someone as repulsive and cruel as Lord Willingham. She knew her master did this kind of thing on purpose just to hurt her and so she had to accept it.
'Yes, Penny is very beautiful, but I am sure that you will be equally appreciative of my filly,' Willingham said proudly.
Yes, it was the same man, Lillian had realised. He had looked quite forlorn at the time when she had refused him. And now the same man was stroking her bottom and then pulling down her panties.
'Yes, I should have been doing this all those years ago. I know, Lance, that she isn't permitted to speak but it would rather add to my pleasure if I could have a quick word with the girl.'
