by Emily Tilton
But as she spent, and her thoughts seemed to spin entirely out of control, Thomasina, dressed only in an anal harness, stood by the bed where Rebecca underwent her first bottom-fucking, her hands upon her head, her eyes wide, her cheeks red. Beside her stood her stable boy, holding Thomasina’s little bottom, cruelly stretched upon her trainer, in his hand and speaking softly in her ear of how very soon Miss Thomasina Perkins would also have a penis in her secret flower, would also serve the lusts of a natural man just as her friend the future Mrs. James Oakes now did.
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When Thomasina arrived, Rebecca’s heart fluttered just at the sight of the friend she had seen only the day before. She had removed her harness, with a mortifying series of sobs, under the careful instruction of Greta that morning and—humiliatingly—washed it in a basin under her ladies’ maid’s eye so that it could be placed in a leather-covered case and carried back to Dr. Brown. Rebecca thus no longer had the bodily reminder of her status as James’ submissive wife in training. The double knowledge, however, of what had befallen her the day before and of Thomasina now, it seemed, having her own relation to those events, made her face terribly hot as she embraced her pretty chestnut-haired schoolmate.
Rebecca felt some immediate relief that Thomasina’s face also seemed rather pink, and then real comfort when her friend whispered in her ear, “But what is it about, Rebecca? I do not understand at all! Why must we go in the carriage?”
Rebecca glanced at Mrs. Rand, who stood by with a matronly air, and knew that even if she could bring herself to tell Thomasina all the things coquetry had brought upon her since her fucking by William in the woods, she could not do so in front of Mrs. Rand. She whispered back, merely, “Wait until we are in the carriage.” Perhaps, she thought, being alone with Thomasina, if only for the twenty minutes their journey would occupy, would allow a full confession. After all, if Thomasina were about to undergo anything similar to what Rebecca had experienced, should she not warn her friend?
But when they had settled into the closed coach of the landau, Rebecca’s constructive modesty proved somehow to have been so greatly strengthened by her training that she could hardly do more than look down at the case that Greta had handed her, on her lap. To know that inside the case lay the terrible harness that James used to train her for his pleasure, and to know that she would soon have his hard manhood where the trainer had been, made her feel faint.
She knew Thomasina had turned to her, and she could picture her friend’s curious, anxious expression. Rebecca could not raise her own eyes, however.
“Well?” Thomasina finally asked.
Rebecca remembered the envy in Thomasina’s face when—soon after her arrival in town—she had told the story of being fucked by William at Rand Park, and the horror and worry as she narrated her caning in the drawing room, on account of defending Thomasina’s right to play the coquette. How could she have told of the way she had surrendered her innocence to a footman, and been thrashed by another footman, and yet feel unequal to the task of telling the whole truth of her pilgrimage, thus far, on the way of the coquette?
It was so, however: she thought of James, and of what he would wish her to say and to do. Would he give her permission to tell Thomasina what might await her at Dr. Brown’s establishment? She knew he would not, somehow—that natural men reserved the instruction of the young ladies they mastered to themselves.
“You must obey,” Rebecca finally mumbled, still looking down. “They will punish you if you do not.”
At last she managed to raise her eyes and look into Thomasina’s face. She saw great alarm there, and she wished she could tell her friend everything she had learned. But she knew James would punish her if she did—even if she found the words. Both of them would be spanked, she thought, so very hard, over the knees of natural men.
“Is it about… fucking?” Thomasina whispered. The mingled wonder and fear in her face made Rebecca bite her lip. Down below she felt a helpless little contraction in her cunny that nearly made her cry out with aching pleasure and longing for James’ big hands.
She nodded, not daring to speak. Thomasina looked down at her gloved hands in her lap, and Rebecca gratefully returned her eyes to the case in hers. They said no more until the carriage stopped.
Then, however, several unexpected events unfolded rapidly. The coachman opened the door of the carriage, and Rebecca saw to her great surprise that James stood on the pavement awaiting her alighting from her journey, with another man at his side, just as tall and handsome as he, though fairer in complexion.
Thomasina gave a little cry, beside her, and when Rebecca turned to see why what she found in her friend’s face appeared to be a sort of shocked recognition. For a moment Rebecca thought that Thomasina had recognized James, but it became instantly clear that she had in fact cried out to see the other man.
“Joseph!” she exclaimed.
The fair-haired man smiled, but his face turned rather stern a moment later, and he said, “You will call me Mr. Mead, at present, Miss Perkins.”
Thomasina, alighting after Rebecca, whose hand James had taken as soon as she reached the pavement, had frozen in place for a moment, but now she, too, stepped down. Joseph, of whose further identity Rebecca had not a single idea, now took Thomasina’s hand.
She looked up into his face. “Mr. Mead? I do not understand, Joseph… and… and you must go away, for you are not to see me again.” On her friend’s face, Rebecca saw pain replace the joy that had occupied it for a moment.
“That has all altered, Miss Perkins,” Joseph said. Rebecca heard in his accent the broadness of the country, and she remembered that Thomasina had said her stable boy had grown up in Oxfordshire. She felt her eyes go wide. “You must come inside, now, and learn of our marriage, and of your duties to your husband, just as your friend Miss Adams is learning to please Mr. Oakes here.”
Thomasina’s jaw fell open at that, and she turned to Rebecca. “Is it true?” she whispered.
Chapter Twenty-Six
At that moment, as Dr. Brown had predicted might occur, a tall, black-haired man on a big bay horse cantered up from the end of the street that ran toward Hyde Park, and dismounted in a flash. The young ladies turned toward him in alarm and clear recognition.
“Mr. de Gerner!” exclaimed Rebecca, red-faced. Thomasina seemed too stricken to utter a word on her own behalf, her face an even deeper crimson than Rebecca’s.
“Miss Perkins,” said de Gerner, without acknowledging Rebecca at all, “you will come with me. I intend to save you from this Dr. Brown’s clutches.”
“Dr. Brown?” Thomasina asked. She looked uncertainly at Rebecca.
James observed now in Rebecca’s face all the uncertainty of someone asked to render an opinion of great moment to her, and yet not entirely decided, as if one should ask a man of deep feeling whether he should wish to go for a soldier or for a priest, and to make that choice upon an instant’s notice. Her brow knitted for a moment, but only a moment, and then she looked back at James with a flash of her eyes before she turned to Thomasina and said, “Dr. Brown is very unusual, but also very good. I know him well.”
“Shut up, you little whore,” said de Gerner, his face filling with rage. “Everyone knows you have been given to a footman because you could not be brought to behave like a lady.”
Cold, white fury—not red anger—filled James’ breast, and he took a deep breath to get himself under control before he enlisted his new friend Joseph’s help in carrying out the doctor’s plan. Before he acted, though, Thomasina turned to Rebecca with wide, bright eyes.
“Is it true?” she said.
Rebecca did not reply immediately, having been taken aback, and de Gerner supplied the answer. “Yes—and I suppose this is the man, along with your stable boy, Thomasina. We will go to Gretna Green to be wed, after a night at an inn upon the road. Come with me.”
Joseph Mead spoke then, for the first time since the arrival of de Gerner. “You must not bel
ieve him, Miss Perkins. He is merely jealous of your maidenhead, and has no intention of marrying you. He and his set delight in ruining young ladies, and he has given himself away by speaking of that night at the inn.”
“You are one to speak of such matters, stable boy?” snarled the gentleman. Gentleman, as the world reckons the matter, anyway, James thought to himself. Joseph Mead is the true gentleman of the two. “You who ruined the girl’s reputation?”
James felt himself ready to carry out the doctor’s stratagem, but Thomasina herself now responded to her ‘suitor,’ with a fortitude that James could not help admiring.
“He did not!” she cried. “I…” Her fortitude seemed to evaporate, and she looked to Rebecca, and then to Joseph himself as if for some support. “I brought him there, and I… asked him to kiss me.”
De Gerner gave a bark of laughter at that. “And you would have asked him to fuck you, too, I suppose, if you had not found yourself interrupted?”
“Sir!” Joseph said. “You shall not—”
“I shall not use such language to a little whore like Miss Thomasina Perkins?” de Gerner demanded. “Of course I shall. I shall use it tonight when I fuck her tight little virgin cunt and she begs me to put my prick wherever I please. Little flirts like Miss Perkins and Miss Adams get what they deserve when a man brings them to Hobberly Hall, as I shall with this girl. You had the luck to kiss her first, but my prick shall open her cunt and her arse, and spend in her pretty mouth.”
He turned back to Thomasina, and said the thing that James judged cruelest of all.
“And then, if you are a good little whore for me, and serve my prick as you should, I may still marry you.”
James knew that in the hypocritical world into which Thomasina and Rebecca found themselves thrust willy-nilly, this horrid, shameful ‘proposal’ would almost certainly have been—when couched in more elegant terms, to Mrs. Teasdale—accepted, once Thomasina had been carried off, roughly seduced, and embarrassed with a big belly. The ‘marriage’ would have comprised a pittance of an allowance paid to the girl once she had found her way home, disgraced and never to have a single day’s enjoyment again. Even now, de Gerner’s gentility and his birthright as heir presumptive to an earldom, had a visible effect on Thomasina despite the crudity of his lewd promises.
But de Gerner, though he clearly had some sense of Dr. Brown’s work, and of the opposition between the Society for the Correction of Natural Daughters and the forces of Hobberly, obviously had no idea how very far he had overplayed his hand.
James looked at Joseph. “Ready?” he asked. Joseph nodded grimly in assent. The man all too plainly wished to go well beyond the rules Dr. Brown had laid down for what the two bridegrooms from what de Gerner considered the lower orders were about to do.
James looked at the coachman, who nodded: Dr. Brown had told him, too, to assist if necessary in the plan.
De Gerner for his part seemed confused by these preparations, but he gave no sign of having any idea that matters stood on the brink of a significant change in his fortunes. “Come, Miss Perkins,” he said, extending his hand to Thomasina in clear expectation that she would take it. “Let us go before I must involve the constabulary.”
Thomasina gave Joseph an agonized look. All her wishes of freedom and flirtatiousness, in terrible conflict with the sense of duty that no daughter of this age might escape, shone forth at him. James could tell that she had no true hope in her heart that Joseph could do anything to save her: Thomasina’s comeuppance for Joseph’s kiss, over her aunt’s knee, had taken a good deal of the defiance out of her. Her right hand twitched, slightly, as if about to lay itself in de Gerner’s.
But at that moment, just as a smile of triumph had begun to break out on the odious if handsome face of the future peer, James and Joseph stepped forward and seized his arms, hoisting him bodily off the pavement. They executed a neat wheeling maneuver by the left flank and marched him straight into the door of the society, which had been opened by the watchful butler, Graves. Behind them, James heard the coachman say, “Misses, you must follow them now,” and Graves supplemented these words with a gesture that brought the sound of Rebecca’s and Thomasina’s boots pattering behind them, at the rear of, as it were, an exceedingly odd procession.
They had reached the steps of the house before de Gerner, it seemed, had the self-possession to say anything. “Unhand me!” he shouted. “I’ll have the…”
The man obviously had not the slightest notion that a footman and a stable boy could find it in their servile hearts to carry off a gentleman, and so he barely struggled until they had actually entered the house’s large foyer, and Graves had shut the door. The coachman drove on, his assistance unnecessary.
Dr. Brown waited at the bottom of the stairs, his secretive smile upon his lips. James and Joseph wheeled by the left flank again, upon the marble of the foyer’s floor, so as to set de Gerner down neatly before the doctor. James turned on his heel and took a step back, and saw Joseph do the same, so that the captors stood behind their bewildered, angry prisoner.
“What the devil is the meaning of this?” de Gerner sputtered.
“I do not know,” Dr. Brown said, “whether I can persuade you of the error of your ways, Mr. de Gerner, but I thought it very worth the effort of arranging the experiment, since I knew you were so likely to attempt to interfere in my arrangements for Miss Perkins’ happiness.”
“My happiness?” Thomasina asked, bewildered. The young ladies had come, as a pair, to stand off to the left of the male confrontation at the bottom of the stairs.
“Yes, sweetheart,” Joseph said, turning to her with a smile. “But hush now, Thomasina. We will make everything plain very soon.”
“How dare you?” said de Gerner, rounding on Joseph with a twisted face. “You are a stable boy.”
Joseph smiled a little smile that looked very much like the one on Dr. Brown’s face. “When Adam delved and Eve span, who was then a gentleman?”
James felt like cheering, like going to his fellow natural man and clapping him on the back, but Joseph had turned again to Dr. Brown. James could not fathom all the layers of intrigue that had woven themselves into this moment. When the physician had told the footman and the stable boy, apologetically, that he judged it of extreme importance to try to win the loathsome de Gerner to a more favorable attitude, James had nevertheless understood. The importance referred to by the doctor lay not only with the future marital happiness of the Oakeses and the Meads but also with the political fate of the nation and in particular of one soon-to-be rising MP: Mr. James Oakes, member for Panton.
The Hobberly set, it seemed, comprised devoted Tories. The possibility of bringing de Gerner over to the Whig side of the aisle had occurred not only to Dr. Brown, he said, but to several members of the society, all of whom were of course like the Duke of Panton avowed liberals and, unlike, the Earl of Hobberly and his friends, great admirers of the queen. If the heir to Hobberly Hall could be turned from a libertine into a natural man—or even simply brought to see Dr. Brown’s work in a more favorable light—much good might be done.
“I shall not apologize,” said Dr. Brown to de Gerner now, “for detaining you in this manner, because you intended to carry off Miss Perkins here and, I feel certain, do much violence at least to her feelings and future, if not to her person. You have very little choice, I am afraid, Mr. de Gerner, in what will befall you over the next little while, so I suggest you do your best to endure it, especially seeing that it involves no injury to you at all. At the end of it, you shall go entirely free. I hope you will have changed your mind concerning my work, and that you may even have decided to entertain certain notions of mine with respect to the proper conduct of men toward women in place of your current unnatural and disordered ones. That, however, I will leave entirely to you.”
De Gerner became sullen, then. “I have not the slightest idea to what you refer, you charlatan.” He turned his head to look about him, as if seeking the in
formation from the paintings of the Olympian gods in the midst of their amours that hung on the walls: Europa on the back of Zeus, transformed into a bull, the girl innocently unaware of the ravishing that awaited her; Hippolyta of the Amazons subdued by Theseus.
The doctor did not respond in words, but nodded to James and Joseph, who stepped forward on the cue and picked de Gerner up again, to carry him upstairs and place him in the special chair the doctor had caused to be brought into the rooms in which James had begun Rebecca’s training the previous day.
“Where are you taking me?” represented the full extent of his response, before he saw the chair and apprehended something much worse than the doctor actually had in store for him. He shouted “Let me go!” and “I will kill you all!” as they strapped him into the chair, at waist, wrists, and ankles, but James and Joseph said nothing.
Dr. Brown followed, in the company of Rebecca and Thomasina, the young ladies of course mystified but also, James could see, fascinated.
When de Gerner had been securely fastened, the doctor took his stand before the chair, and had the two girls take their own places just in front of him. The girls now stood, therefore, only a few feet from de Gerner, whose face now wore a bemused impression.
“Mr. de Gerner,” Dr. Brown began, “what will now occur will, I hope, surprise you. Miss Perkins and Miss Adams will now assist one another in undressing. Their masters are going to train them, while you watch, and learn of the pleasures to which natural men can alone lay claim.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
It took Rebecca several moments before she understood the meaning of Dr. Brown’s last declaration. Then, with parted lips, though she had not the slightest idea what she might say, she turned to look at James, the heat creeping into her face. Beside her, Thomasina had given a startled little cry, and begun to look frantically from Mr. Mead (as Rebecca supposed she must now think of him despite his humble origins) to Dr. Brown.
