TALES FROM A COUNTRY ESTATE

Part 6, Cruel Introductions

By Dickins

A dark and sadistic tale set in England.

As Lady Marlborough watched Jane escort the sisters through the
tradesman’s entrance there was little doubt in her mind that this
afternoon’s visit to St Agatha’s orphanage had been a success and
the chance meeting with Alice and her mother had been most
fortuitous.

In Helen and Emily, she was sure that Nurse Jenkins would be
delighted with the little darlings and the special blend of oils
that her daughter carried with her would be most useful.

In Beatrice, she was in no doubt that she had found a tart who
would serve her very well and as she struggled to learn the finer
points of becoming a parlour maid there would be many
opportunities to watch her being punished by Mrs Asher and Mrs
Jarvis.

In the meantime, she intended to discover if she could indeed
take orders and do as she was told.

“Follow me!” Lady Marlborough ordered Beatrice.

Stopping at the foot of the stairs she indicated that she wanted
her to go up first. As they climbed she was not only able to
enjoy the friction from the rubber cock but to admire the girl’s
lovely bottom and thighs, which were still deliciously marked
from earlier as her kilt swayed from side to side.

Once at the top of the stairs she escorted Beatrice along several
corridors and passed several paintings depicting scenes of
children being abused and tortured by adults to her private
quarters which were situated in the east wing.

Another of her late husband’s eccentricities had been to insist
that these private rooms be made soundproofed by means of
tapestries on the walls and heavy velvet curtains at the windows
to ensure that the screams of the many children brought there to
satisfy his or his wife’s pent up passions would not be overheard
by the rest of the household.

Beatrice starred in bewilderment as she was escorted through her
ladyship’s lavish quarters where skylights ensured that any light
was utilized to the best effect. Being on the top floor and in
the east wing of the hall these rooms were at their most
illuminated in the morning, but due to the clever use of shutters
and mirrors ambient light was also made available well into the
evening.

Beatrice did not know where to look or quite what to make of all
the erotic tapestries some depicting scenes of children being
abused and others being tortured. She starred at the four posted
bed that seemed enormous compared to her bed at St Agatha’s and
that had rings attached to each bedpost. She also starred at the
angled mirrors, the large glass cabinet that was filled with
various items of pain and pleasure and at the large bathroom that
had cruel looking enema equipment hanging from the ceiling and a
large marble bath in the centre.

Once back in the bedroom Lady Marlborough made Beatrice follow
her to the window where only this morning she had stood to survey
her estate. There was no doubt in her mind that the tart would do
anything to please her but after the frustration of not receiving
the number of orgasms she had hoped for during the journey back
from St Agatha’s she intended to make the poor girl rectify this
now.

“Now! Are you going to do as you are told?” Lady Marlborough
asked, having to shake the girl to bring her back to her senses.

“Yes Miss!” Beatrice replied.

“Very Well! Remove your uniform,” Lady Marlborough ordered.

Beatrice undressed quickly and without hesitation to stand naked
before her mistress, the evening light casting a delightful hue
over her young body.

Recalling earlier that afternoon when she had tested Beatrice’s
response to being sexually stimulated, she now intended to make
her endure new heights of pain and pleasure. Only this time there
would be no limits or any need to hold back.

“Wait here!” Lady Marlborough ordered.

Leaving the bedroom she went to check that the items she had
asked for had been left in place. Satisfied, she quickly slipped
out of her clothes, an idiosyncrasy that she and her late husband
adopted mainly for comfort but also because the soundproofing
always made the rooms so warm. Although she did not know that it
would be Beatrice who she would be inviting up to her private
rooms that evening, she always had a girl brought to her when she
arrived back from a journey to help satisfy any frustrations she
might still have.

Beatrice starred in awe as her mistress came back into the
bedroom naked but with some trepidation as she was carrying a
wrapped package.

“Did you enjoy spanking Alice?” Lady Marlborough asked.

“Yes Miss,” Beatrice replied with a smile.

Knowing that the tart liked nothing more than to use her trusty
hairbrush when spanking other girl’s bottoms and thighs it was
now time she thought to see if she could endure a spanking with a
hairbrush on her own bottom and thighs.

“At St Agatha’s you told me that you could take pain as well as
give it out. Is that correct?” she teased.

“Yes Miss!” Beatrice replied.

“You have a lovely bottom,” Lady Marlborough said, caressing and
pinching the pale, smooth and delicate skin.

“Thank you, Miss!” Beatrice replied, a blush starting to appear
on her face and the wish that her mistress would slip her fingers
between her thighs to arouse her.

“Now! Let us see just how well you can take a spanking on your
bottom and thighs with this,” Lady Marlborough whispered,
unwrapping the package and revealing a wooden hairbrush that had
even cruller looking bristles than those she had used on Alice’s
little bottom and thighs earlier. “Please! I am still very sore
Miss,” Beatrice replied.

“That makes no difference!” Lady Marlborough said abruptly.

Her passions overriding any sense of concern for the tart she
dragged her over to the bed. Sitting on the edge with Beatrice
facing her, she pulled her down so that she was securely held
under her left arm. Then she made her straddle her left thigh, a
position which forced her knee up against her aching cunt.
Not wanting to ruin her lovely bottom and thighs before Mrs Asher
her new mistress had a chance to enjoy punishing them, she
decided not to use the bristle side of the hairbrush but spanked
her with a steady rhythm using the wooden side until the friction
from the tart’s knee had given her an orgasm.

“Please, please stop Miss!” Beatrice pleaded, screaming and
writhing from the pain.

“Come on now! This is nothing compared to what you will get from
Mrs Asher, do you understand?” Lady Marlborough said teasingly.

“Yes Miss,” Beatrice cried, her screams subsiding.

“You have done very well! Would you like to help at Alice’s
party?” Lady Marlborough said, a broad smile on her face.

“Oh yes please Miss!” Beatrice replied.

“Very well! I will arrange for you to help at her party, but
first you will need to show me just what lengths you are willing
to go to in order to earn that privilege,” Lady Marlborough
explained.

“Will it hurt, Miss?” Beatrice asked.

“Yes! But it is what you need to do if you want to help at
Alice’s party,” Lady Marlborough replied, worried that Beatrice
might hesitate and change her mind.

For Lady Marlborough, her enjoyment was greatly increased when a
girl had agreed to suffer in order to earn a privilege. In that
way, she could take her time to really abuse her, as the poor
darling would not know when or if she had done enough or not.

“Do you want to earn that privilege?” Lady Marlborough teased.

“Yes Miss.” Beatrice replied.

Hugging her tightly, she caressed and squeezed her bottom then
slipped her fingers in between her thighs sensing that she was
indeed becoming aroused.

“You are enjoying this aren't you?” Lady Marlborough asked
abruptly.

There was an awkward silence.

“You think that I do not know,” Lady Marlborough teased.

“Please Miss!” Beatrice replied.

“Follow me!” Lady Marlborough ordered.

Lady Marlborough led her to an adjoining room. To Beatrice, the
room eerily resembled one of the many punishment rooms at St
Agatha’s. Evening sunlight streamed through a skylight
illuminating a large painted wooden horse which stood in the
middle on a raised dais and hanging from one of the walls was a
rack of cruel looking implements.

When Beatrice saw the horse, she could not help but remember the
screams of those girls unfortunate to be punished astride one,
but this one seemed to be different.

Lord Marlborough had ordered that it be made to resemble his
stallion. Made of solid wood and painted dapple grey, its girth
was wider than the ones at St Agatha’s. Another refinement was
that it was tilted forward and all four legs had restraints
attached to them. In place of a saddle and stirrups, there was
just a wedged shaped pommel.

This aspect of the design was much appreciated by Lady
Marlborough because she could operate it from below whilst
adjusting the height of the dais to ensure that the child was at
the desired height. Then, as the pommel was raised the child’s
bottom cheeks would be forced apart leaving access to their
genitals.

Another refinement was to place two angled mirrors directly in
front of the horse. This provided the tormentor with a view of
the child’s expressions, but also caused the little darlings to
panic as they were also able to see what was about to happen to
them in the mirrors behind.

“Mount,” Lady Marlborough ordered.

A ladder at the side meant that Beatrice was able to mount with
ease. Once astride, she was made to lie along its back with her
arms outstretched. Her wrists were then attached to the rings on
the front legs and with her pubis positioned over the pommel, her
ankles were quickly attached to the rings on the back legs.

Next, a leather strap was placed across her back and ribbons tied
to it so that her hair could be attached. This would ensure that
her head remained up and her face clearly visible in the mirrors.
By turning the handle, her pubis could then be lifted and her
bottom forced as wide as the restraints would allow. In this
position, Lady Marlborough’s head was level with her genitals and
by stepping onto the dais; she could raise herself up so that her
groin was level with her bottom.

“Now! Are you ready to earn that privilege?” Lady Marlborough
asked, as she watched her expression in the mirrors.

“Yes, Miss!” Beatrice replied, her voice starting to falter.

Retrieving the package that had been left for her under the
horse, she made sure that it was conveniently to hand on a nearby
table and then stepped up behind the poor girl.

Bending so her face was within inches of Beatrice’s bottom, she
breathed in the aroma of the girl’s nervous sexuality and then
slowly kissed and licked her, bringing her new struggles, as she
was slowly aroused. She kissed and licked, alternating between
her cunt and anus before lightly biting at her nubbin until she
was about to orgasm, then without any warning she closed her
teeth around her engorged clitoris and bit it hard.

“No, please no!” Beatrice screamed, trying to work out which was
better the pain or the pleasure, feeling them both just as
strongly. Beatrice’s screams were music to her ears and her
struggles a sign of all the pleasures to come. Retrieving the
package, she opened it up and slowly examined the contents so
that Beatrice who was watching nervously in the mirrors could see
them.

As requested it contained, a pair of gloves, a bouquet of freshly
cut nettles and a harness.

Her interest in using nettles had been inspired by Hannah’s
governess, Miss Walker who she had enjoyed watching use them to
good effect as part of her stepdaughter’s punishments. The
harness, well that was just another of her little eccentricities
and reserved for tarts like Beatrice, who were there to pleasure
her.

“No, no please don't,” Beatrice pleaded, as she realised what was
about to happen.

Lady Marlborough traced the kisses she had given her lovely
bottom and then caressed her breasts and pinched her nipples
until they became erect. Then pulling on the gloves she massaged
the nettles into her bottom, breasts and genitals.

“No, please!” Beatrice screamed.

As the nettles started to burn and leave a rash on her delicate
pale skin, she decided that the time had come to make Beatrice
suffer so with a feral grin she retrieved the harness. Sewn into
the gusset were two solid rubber cocks, one small and smooth, and
the other large its surface covered with tiny spikes.

To make sure that Beatrice had a clearer view of the harness she
carried it around to the front of the horse. To Beatrice’s
horror, the large cock was not only spiked, but the girth was
much wider than one that her mistress had used at St Agatha’s.

“No, please!” Beatrice pleaded.

As Lady Marlborough slid into the harness, she reached for the
smaller cock and placed it at the entrance to her cunt. Then with
a groan of pleasure, she eased it in and adjusted the gusset,
pulling tightly on the straps to ensure that the larger cock
remained rigid.

To Beatrice earning the privilege to help at Alice’s party was
going to be painful, but the thought that she would be pleasuring
her mistress to earn it, pleased her. The thought also brought a
tingle to her aching cunt and quickened her breath. Her skin
began to tingle whilst her excitement made her stomach tighten
and her thighs quiver.

To Lady Marlborough, having a tart to pleasure her in this way in
order to earn a privilege meant that she had agreed to be abused,
a prospect that she was certainly going to enjoy.

Satisfied with the horror on Beatrice’s face, she walked around
to the rear of the horse and pinched and smacked her bottom. Any
welts, cuts or bruises from earlier were ghostly images now and
her lovely pouting cunt spoke of her loss of innocence and every
bit the young tart that she was proving to be.

With a cruel smile that was visible to the poor girl in the
mirrors, Lady Marlborough stepped up onto the platform, her groin
level with the girl’s bottom and placed the tip of the spiked
rubber cock up against her cunt. “No, please, I want to change my
mind, Miss!” Beatrice screamed, realising that the cock was going
to be used without lubrication.

“Sorry! There is no going back now!” Lady Marlborough said
abruptly.

Then with her eyes firmly fixed on the tart’s pouting and flexing
cunt, she placed the head of the spiked cock up against the
entrance and pushed.

Beatrice’s screams invaded her body. She admired the separated
labia, now bulging around the spiked cock. Then she brought new
screams as she pushed deeper, until the labia separated and the
cock was swallowed up deep inside her vagina.

With the pressure in her own cunt building, she started to build
a slow but forceful rhythm, Beatrice’s screams and struggling
only serving to inflame her passions further. The height of the
dais, meant that she was able to lie along Beatrice’s back and to
squeeze and pinch her nipples at the same time as ravishing her.

As the muscles in Beatrice’s cunt started to tighten it forced
the cock in her mistress’s cunt to slip in and out. The exquisite
sensations, together with the screams and frantic struggles of
the abused girl invaded her with pleasure, a pleasure that was so
strong that it caused her to orgasm again and again.

“You have done well!” Lady Marlborough said.

“Thank you Miss! Does that mean that I can help at Alice’s
party,” Beatrice asked.

“Yes! I will arrange it with Mrs Asher when I take you to meet
her in the morning,” Lady Marlborough replied.

Releasing her from the horse she led the exhausted girl back to
the bedroom and gave her a much needed drink. She helped her up
onto the bed and pulled the cord to summon Mary who was waiting
as arranged.

Mary had been employed as a children’s maid by her late husband
and proved to have a real passion for abusing her charges. She
also had a unique and entertaining way of soothing them
afterwards, so when he died she decided to put these skills to
better use. Recently, this had taken on the form of summoning her
to help soothe tarts like Hannah and Beatrice whom she and her
guests had ravished, and in doing so, subjecting them to even
further abuse and humiliation.

“Now listen! I have to go now and see how Helen and Emily are
settling in, but I have summoned Mary, one of my maids, to come
and help soothe you and you are to do exactly as she tells you,
do you hear me?” Lady Marlborough said.

“Yes Miss,” Beatrice replied.

“Good! Now have a rest until she arrives,” Lady Marlborough said.

Before leaving her bedroom she adjusted the angled mirrors at the
end of her bed and retrieved a pot containing a special ointment
from the glass cabinet and placed it on a table along with a
towel. The ointment was yet another of Nurse Jenkins concoctions
and it was used to help speed up the healing process.

However, one of the more entertaining side effects came from
applying it to sore skin as it caused a subtle burning. To Mary,
the burning she felt on her hands would be very mild compared to
what Beatrice would feel as her skin was already sore and the
burning would only grow worse if not wiped off.

As usual after calling Mary, Lady Marlborough went to a room that
adjoined her bedroom where a spy hole had been made in one of the
walls at the same height as the bedhead. This not only meant that
she had a good view of all the action in front of her, but also
due to the angled mirrors a good view of the action from behind
at the same time. Pulling up a chair that had a rubber cock
attached to the seat she settled herself carefully down on it and
placed her eye to the spy hole.

When Mary entered the bedroom she was delighted to find that her
charge was naked and asleep on the bed, As usual on these
occasions she undressed and climbed on the bed besides her,
making sure that she was not hindered by the rubber cock that she
had inserted into her own cunt.

She had soothed many girls before, but what made this occasion so
exciting was that this tart was new to her and being asleep meant
that she had time to enjoy examining her before having to wake
her up. As she examined her, she was delighted to find that her
lovely pale skin was covered in nettle rash, her lovely bottom
and the backs of her thighs were covered in welts and bruises and
her breasts, cunt and anus were all deliciously inflamed.

“Wake up!” Mary said, as she shook her.

“I am sorry, I must have fallen asleep,” Beatrice replied.

“Call me Miss!” Mary said abruptly.

“I am sorry, Miss,” Beatrice replied.

“What is your name?” Mary asked.

“Beatrice Miss,” Beatrice replied.

“How old are you?” Mary enquired.

“Thirteen Miss,” Beatrice replied.

“Did your mistress say anything to you before she left?” Mary
enquired.

“Yes Miss! She said that I had to do exactly as you say,”
Beatrice replied.

“Good! My name is Mary and I have been summoned to help soothe
your aches and pains, do you understand?” Mary explained.

“Yes Miss! Thank you,” Beatrice replied.

“Are you going to do as I say?” Mary asked.

“Yes Miss,” Beatrice replied.

“Good! Whist you were asleep I examined you. I found that your
bottom and the backs of your thighs are covered with welts and
bruises and that your breasts and genitals appear to be inflamed.
I am going to help your aches and pains by massaging some
ointment into your bottom and thighs and then soothe your breasts
and genitals in my own special way,” Mary explained.

“Thank you Miss,” Beatrice replied.

Getting off the bed Mary retrieved two plump pillows and placed
them next to her prey.

“Turnover!” Mary ordered.

Beatrice did as she was told and lay face down.

“Now! Place these pillows under your hips and open your thighs,”
Mary said.

After fetching the ointment and a towel Mary climbed back onto
the bed and knelt astride Beatrice’s back so that she was facing
the mirrors.

This gave Lady Marlborough a good view of Beatrice’s bottom and
genitals in the mirrors and of her own bottom and genitals just
in front of her. Having seen Mary soothe many children before,
she knew that it would not be long before Beatrice succumbed to
Mary’s unique ways of soothing and she had yet another orgasm as
she sat astride the rubber cock.

“Wider!” Mary ordered, pinching her clitoris.

“I am sorry Miss,” Beatrice said.

The position that Beatrice was now in meant that Mary had full
access to her bottom, thighs and genitals and by kneeling astride
her back she was able to control her writhing as the ointment
started to have the desired effect.

Beatrice remembered the ointment that the nuns used at St
Agatha’s. After a girl had been punished ointment was always
massaged into her bottom, thighs and genitals. However, whereas
some nuns like Sister Joan liked to use long delicate strokes to
soothe them, other nuns like Sister Jane liked to use rough
strokes to aggravate them.

“Are you ready?” Mary asked.

“Yes Miss” Beatrice replied.

“Now! You are to keep your thighs wide apart. If you do not, then
I will tie your ankles to the bedposts, do you hear me?” Mary
asked.

“Yes Miss,” Beatrice replied.

Mary started by trickling the ointment over the backs of
Beatrice’s thighs and bottom. However, when she massaged the
ointment into her skin a subtle burning started to build, causing
the poor darling to writhe and suddenly close her thighs.

“What did I say would happen if you closed your thighs?” Mary
enquired.

“I am sorry Miss, but it is burning,” Beatrice whimpered.

“That makes no difference! I said that if you closed your thighs,
I would tie your ankles to the bedposts,” Mary said abruptly.

“Please Miss!” Beatrice pleaded.

Getting off the bed, Mary decided to take no chances as Beatrice
was much older and stronger than her usual charges. From the
cabinet she retrieved four leather straps that had cuffs attached
and tied them to the rings in the bedposts. Walking around the
bed she attached the cuffs to her wrists and then to her ankles
forcing her thighs apart. Climbing back on the bed again she
assumed her position keeling astride the girl and picked up the
pot of ointment.

For Lady Marlborough, seeing Beatrice’s thighs tied so wide apart
and her delicious cunt and anus so deliciously exposed to Mary’s
cruel abuse sent shivers down her spine.

“Now listen! You can scream and writhe as much as you want, but I
have been summoned to massage you with this ointment and it would
more than my job is worth to stop now just because it is burning
you, do you hear,” Mary asked.

“Yes Miss,” Beatrice said, starting to cry and realising that
Mary was just like Sister Jane at St Agatha’s, and tied as she
was, she could do nothing about it.

Knowing that Beatrice would not be able to do anything to stop
her now, she liberally poured the ointment over the backs of her
thighs and bottom again and then massaged it in with long firm
strokes. For a good few moments she kneaded and pommelled her
sore skin paying no heed to her screams or to her writhing, a
writhing that was causing her own cunt to spasm as the rubber
cock rubbed exquisitely against her back.

“Please! Please stop Miss, the ointment is burning,” Beatrice
screamed.

It had not taken long to get the tart pleading for her to stop,
but like most things that would come at a price as she only
stopped when she was thoroughly sated.

“What will you do if I stop and wipe the ointment off?” Mary
teased.

“Anything!” Beatrice replied.

“Have you forgotten something?” Mary said abruptly, smacking her
bottom hard.

“I am sorry! I will do anything Miss,” Beatrice whimpered.

“Very well then! I will stop and wipe it off, but mark my words I
have not finished with you yet, do you understand?” Mary said.

“Yes Miss,” Beatrice replied.

Mary used the towel to roughly wipe off the ointment, the pain
causing the tart to twist and writhe against her rubber cock and
send spasms through her cunt.

Once she had removed the ointment she climbed off the bed and
then glanced towards the spy hole and smiled. Reluctant to untie
her prey, Mary left her lying over the pillows with her thighs
and arms tied apart and her inflamed cunt and anus exposed. It
was this part that she enjoyed the most as by now her charges
were under her spell and easily coerced into displays of sheer
wantonness.

Placing a stool up against the end of the bed she knelt on it.
This made her arms long enough to reach under Beatrice’s body to
her breasts and to pinch her nipples whilst her tongue was
ideally positioned to soothe her inflamed cunt and anus.

“Now! I am now going to soothe your inflamed genitals,” Mary
said, blowing softly over them, in order to let Beatrice know
just how close she was to them.

Beatrice remembered how the nuns at the orphanage had soothed
their charges after they had punished them. On some occasions she
had lain awake at night after punishing one of her own charges
frustrated because she had not had an orgasm, only to hear girls
in the other dormitories making delightfully erotic sounds as
their genitals were being soothed by the nuns.

Skilled in the art of cunnilingus, Mary lowered her head to
Beatrice’s cunt and anus and licked, sucked and bit on her
clitoris forcing her to writhe and scream with both pain and
pleasure.

“Please Miss!” Beatrice pleaded.

“You are enjoying this aren’t you?” Mary asked abruptly.

“Yes Miss,” Beatrice replied.

“Do you want me to stop?” Mary teased.

“No!” Beatrice replied.

“Have you forgotten something?” Mary said angrily, biting down
hard on her inflamed clitoris and causing her to scream
deliciously.

“I sorry Miss! Please don’t stop,” Beatrice pleaded.

Not intending to stop, especially now that her prey was starting
to enjoy the pain and the pleasure, Mary continued to soothe her
inflamed cunt and anus until she sensed that she was about to
orgasm then stopped abruptly leaving Beatrice pleading for her to
continue.

Beatrice’s screams sent shivers down Lady Marlborough’s spine and
she spent copiously on the rubber cock. She was delighted with
the way that Mary had been able to coerce the tart into
displaying such wantonness and she just knew that when she
returned later that evening Beatrice would have gone  quite
willingly to Mary’s bed, a long established perk and a reward
that was always well deserved.

However, all she could think about now was going to watch Helen
and Emily being introduced to Nurse Jenkins by her daughter and
then examined by the cruel woman.

Nurse Jenkins had a very sadistic nature and this had clearly
rubbed off on Jane her daughter. She had a knowledge and
experience of all things medical and she was very strict about
hygiene. She prepared drugs that left little or no side effects
that when massaged into the skin helped to speed up the healing
process but when dissolved in lemonade aided prolonged displays
of sexual wantonness and physical endurance and as a consequence
a willingness to please others regardless of how painful and
humiliating that may prove to be.

As she hurried along the several corridors she thought just how
fortunate she was to have such a dedicated staff and such a
clever husband who had the foresight to have some of the unused
rooms on the far side of the hall converted into an infirmary.

Being isolated these rooms were ideally suited for treating those
children who had already been abused, leaving an air of normality
in the rest of the hall for those who were about to be, and
ensuring that they did not suspect the real purpose of their
presence.

As Lady Marlborough neared the infirmary she heard voices coming
from the examination room. Slipping into an adjacent room which
had several spy holes in its walls she was delighted to see that
Nurse Jenkins was talking to a woman who was accompanied by a
little girl and a young boy. Pulling up a chair that had a rubber
cock attached to its seat she sat down carefully and placed her
eye to the spy hole.

Having expecting to see Helen and Emily being introduced and
examined this was indeed a bonus, not only because the girl was
very attractive and the  young boy handsome, but because she had
not missed what she had come to see and that was the sisters
being cruelly abused yet again.

Having visitors this late in the evening was not unusual for
Nurse Jenkins because she not only had responsibility for
treating those children who had already been abused, but also to
examine and select other suitable prey to take their place.

There had always been a need for children to be available at
short notice and thankfully there was no shortage of unscrupulous
women who were eager to earn an extra shilling or two by finding
waifs and strays and bringing them to her to be examined in the
hope that they would be taken off their hands.

However, whereas in the past the selection had been mainly of
older boys and girls to be trained as stable hands and maids this
had now changed out of sheer necessity to include much younger
boys and girls who were stoic enough to withstand the physical
and sexual abuse that entertaining her ladyship and her guests
involved.    Not all the children would be suitable but it was
the abusive examination and humiliation of her patients that she
enjoyed the most. The women were well paid and were not concerned
about the abuse but more importantly the poor darlings would not
know if they had done enough to satisfy her until she had
finished.

As Lady Marlborough watched it became clear to her that this was
not the woman’s first visit. Most telling was the way in which
she was so relaxed talking to the nurse and she remembered a
conversation she once had with her about an enterprising woman
called Hilda Thornton who would bring her young boys and girls in
the hope that they would be suitable replacements for those who
were in the infirmary.

However, this was not so for the poor darlings who were nervously
looking around the room trying to make sense of all the
equipment, apparatus and sinister looking instruments on display
in glass cabinets. A large sturdy examination table with straps
attached stood in the middle illuminated by windows high up in
the ceiling, the light being directed onto the table by mirrors
giving her and everyone watching a bright and clear view of those
being examined.


As Nurse Jenkins questioned the woman about the children she
learnt that they were siblings. However, it was not her habit to
question the women as to how they had come by the little darlings
or to disbelieve them when they told her that they would not be
missed. She just accepted her good fortune and gave them plenty
of the special lemonade to drink to help ensure that they would
co-operate during their examinations.

“You have excelled yourself this time! But I am going to need
your help,” Nurse Jenkins said. The little girl would be easy to
control she thought, but the young boy was going to require an
extra pair of hands.

“Certainly!” Hilda replied.

“Now! Tell me about these children,” Nurse Jenkins said, noticing
the look of contempt on the young boy’s face as she called him a
child and the way in which he gripped his sister’s hand.

“Well! Edward is fourteen and Clara is eight. They are from an
orphanage I have dealings with and I can assure you that I have
both the paperwork and the permission, that is provided that they
remain together, for them to be taken into service here at
Marlborough Hall,” Hilda explained with a smile.

“Is that true?” Nurse Jenkins asked Edward as she pulled Clara
from his grip and quickly undressed her.

“Please Miss! It is true, but I am not a child anymore,” Edward
replied.

“Well! That is something you are going to have to prove,” Nurse
Jenkins said, with a smile.

Once the little girl was naked it was clear that her lovely
little bottom, thighs and genitals were inflamed and she was
covered in welts and bruises from a recent punishment. However,
she knew from experience that would also be same for the boy
because unlike some of the women she had dealings with, Hilda
always took delight in scrubbing them clean before she brought
them to her.

This was much appreciated by Nurse Jenkins who took great delight
in the fact that even before she gave them the special lemonade
their skin would be deliciously tender and the drink would only
serve to make their ordeals much worse.

After helping Clara to climb onto the examination table she made
her lay on her back. Then with her left arm under her knees she
lifted her thighs back to her chest to expose her genitals. She
started by massaging oil into her bottom and thighs and then into
her cunt and anus and then roughly pinched her clitoris making
her scream much to her brother’s amusement.

“Bring him here!” Nurse Jenkins told Hilda, indicating that she
wanted him to be brought to her side.

Once he was standing next to her, Nurse Jenkins used her free
hand to take a hold of his cock and balls through his breeches
and squeezed causing him to wince and lift up onto his toes. As
she squeeze she tried to gauge the length and girth of his cock
and was delighted to find that the special lemonade had indeed
started to work its magic.

“Why is your cock hard?” she asked.

“Please Miss! I am sorry, but I could not help it,” Edward said,
hot faced and breathing heavily, his eyes darting between the two
women. “Undress him!” Nurse Jenkins ordered.

Without any hesitation Hilda removed Edward’s clothes until he
stood naked in front of them both desperately trying to hide his
erection. He did show signs of being well scrubbed and whether it
was the special lemonade, his sister’s screams, or perhaps a
combination of both, there was little doubt that he was not a
child anymore and that made her even more determined to test his
virility.

“So! You think that seeing and hearing your sister in pain is
amusing do you?” Nurse Jenkins asked Edward.

There was no answer.

“Now listen to me! When I ask you a question I expect an answer,
and that goes for you as well Clara, do you understand?" Nurse
Jenkins said as she pinched the tart’s clitoris again causing her
to her scream delightfully.

“Yes Miss!” they chorused.

“Do you like hearing your sister scream?” Nurse Jenkins asked
indicating that she wanted him turned.

“Yes Miss!” he said.

“Do you know what happens to young boys who cannot control their
cocks?” she asked, caressing his bottom and fingering his anus to
bring his cock back to attention.

“Yes Miss!” Edward replied.

“What?” Nurse Jenkins asked.

“They are punished,” Edward replied.

“They are punished what?” she spat.

“I am sorry! They are punished Miss,” Edward replied.

“Have either of you been punished recently?” she asked, watching
him pant and gasp.

"Yes, Miss!” he replied.

“When were you last punished?” she spat.

“At the last ‘Punishment Parade’ Miss,” he told her.

“What were you punished for?” she asked, continuing to fondle his
bottom and finger his anus.

There was no answer.

“Why were you being punished?” Nurse Jenkins asked, smacking his
bottom hard several times and at the same time pinching Clara’s
clitoris which made her scream deliciously and his cock rampant.

“I was being punished for masturbating without permission,” he
explained.

“I see! What did you get punished with?" Nurse Jenkins asked.

"A birch, Miss," Edward replied.

“What about you, did you get punished?” she asked Clara.

“Yes Miss!” she replied, lifting her bottom up as she winced with
the pain.

“Why were you being punished?” Nurse Jenkins asked as she
continued to examine her.

“Because I am his sister,” Clara explained.

“Did you not do anything to deserve being punished then?” she
asked.

“No Miss! It was a rule at the orphanage that no matter whose
fault it was, all the siblings had to be punished,” Clara said.

“Did you know about this?” Nurse Jenkins asked Miss Thornton.

“Yes! It has always been the practice at that orphanage. When I
asked them why, they just told me that it was to entertain the
many patrons who liked to attend the Friday night ‘Punishment
Parades’ and in turn it was also to encourage them to give more
generously towards its upkeep,” Hilda explained with smile.

“I see! What were you punished with?” Nurse Jenkins asked the
girl.

“A strap, Miss,” Clara said.

“Where?” Nurse Jenkins asked.

“On the stage!” Clara replied.

“I meant where on your body?” Nurse Jenkins spat, starting to get
a little frustrated with the child but at the same time
delighting in her innocence and starting to formulate plans for
the little tart.

“I am sorry Miss! On my bottom and thighs,” Clara explained.

“I see!” Nurse Jenkins said, roughly caressing her bottom and
thighs in the hope that she might find evidence of the strap
marks and to make her scream again.

“Is that true?” Nurse Jenkins asked Edward curtly.

“Yes Miss!” Edward replied with a snigger.

“You have done well Miss Thornton,” Nurse Jenkins remarked.

“Turn him around!” Nurse Jenkins ordered.

As Lady Marlborough compared Edward with Albert, she quickly
concluded that Albert had the more handsome bottom, whereas
Edward without a doubt had the more handsome cock and balls. She
thought about John and his next visit to the playroom where a
contest of virility could be staged between them and he would be
the judge. Then suddenly she was brought back to her senses again
by the boy’s cruel interrogation.

“Well, it's only proper that you should be punished for losing
control of your cock, but as you are used to being punished, I
will have to think of something different,” she told him,
grinning as she turned him around to face her again. He looked
nervous, but not enough to cause his cock to soften or to shrink,
as it stood proudly to attention, just a hint of fair hair around
his loins to testify his adolescence.

“At your age my boy you should be able to control your cock,”
Nurse Jenkins told him, smiling as she saw his cock defiantly
stand erect again, his eyes open wide in wonder at his sister’s
nakedness.

“Yes Miss! I am sorry,” Edward replied.

“Stand him at the end of the examination table,” Nurse Jenkins
ordered.

Hilda did as she was told and pushed the boy forward to stand at
the end of the table. With his sister displayed so erotically, it
was not long before his cock started to harden and twitch again.

Normally she would have dealt with Edward herself but as she was
too busy examining Clara she had Hilda fondle and manipulate his
genitals until his cock became erect then make a note in his
journal of its length and girth for future reference. Another
important part of her examination was of his anus which she
probed with her finger causing him the grimace and grunt as she
stimulated his prostrate only stopping when she judged him to be
on the brink of ejaculating.

“Do you masturbate?” Nurse Jenkins asked him.

“Yes Miss!” Edward replied.

“How often?” Nurse Jenkins asked, as she continued to examine his
sister.

“Please Miss!” Edward pleaded.

“Well! Do you masturbate a little or allot?” Nurse Jenkins spat.

“Allot Miss!” Edward replied.

“Well! This time, Miss Thornton is going to masturbate that
naughty cock of yours and she is not going to stop until I tell
her to do so, even if you have already spent, do you understand?”
Nurse Jenkins announced, passing a sly wink to the delighted
woman.

“Yes Miss!” Edward replied.

“Now! Masturbate him,” Nurse Jenkins ordered.

Without hesitation Hilda took his cock in her right hand and used
her left to caress his bottom and anus. Then drawing her fingers
along the shaft she ran her nails along its underside until it
started to jerk. As instructed, she started to masturbate him,
delighted to feel his cock grow in her hand as he watched his
sister’s cruel ordeal.

“Did you get the strap at any other time?” Nurse Jenkins asked
Clara pinching her clitoris again.

“Please Miss!” Cara screamed.

“Answer me!” she said, pinching her clitoris even harder.

Edward’s cock jerked in Hilda’s hand as he reacted to his
sister’s screams.

“Miss! It was usually in front of the other girls,” Clara
explained. “Where! On your bottom, your thighs or perhaps here?”
she spat continuing to pinch her clitoris.

“Please Miss! It was on my bottom and thighs,” Clara replied.

“Have you even been punished here?” Nurse Jenkins asked, roughly
fingering her cunt and anus.

“No Miss!” Clara screamed.

“Well! If you are taken into service at Marlborough Hall you will
be, do you understand?” she whispered.

“Yes Miss!” Clara said.

Delighted with the little darling’s answer she continued to
finger her cunt and anus until she detected that she was starting
to enjoy it then stopped abruptly. She then delivered a smack to
her bottom. Another and the child was shaking. Then reaching
between her bottom cheeks to feel her cunt, she grinned as she
felt a hint of moisture. Raising her hand she delivered two more
hard smacks in succession.

Clara’s screams sent a raging fire into Edward’s loins. Releasing
his cock, Hilda took hold of his balls and squeezed, causing him
to double over. This offered his bottom to her and putting a
finger into his anus, she suddenly pushed it all the way in.

“How is he?” Nurse Jenkins enquired.

“Tight!” Hilda replied.

“Good! I know someone who will be delighted to hear that,” Nurse
Jenkins replied.

“Now! Let it go," Hilda ordered.

Edward shot his seed in an arc over his sister’s bottom and
thighs and then Nurse Jenkins massaged it along with some oil
into her cunt and anus which caused her to writhe quite
delightfully.

However, this delightful little scene was cruelly interrupted by
the sound of footsteps and there was little time for Nurse
Jenkins or Hilda to stop what they were doing before Jane entered
the examination room followed by Helen and Emily. To Nurse
Jenkins and her daughter this was not unusual but to Hilda it was
embarrassing. To Lady Marlborough it was entertaining, to the
sisters it was unexpected, but to Edward and Clara it was
humiliating.

“Oh! I can see that you have visitors. These are the sisters I
told you about from St Agatha’s. Do you want me to bring them
back when you have finished with these two?” Jane asked.

“No! It will do them no harm to watch,” Nurse Jenkins said with a
smile.

“Very well!” Jane replied, ushering them to one side but still in
their uniforms they looked quite out of place.

“Tell me about them?” Nurse Jenkins said, continuing to prod and
poke Clara to make her writhe and scream much to the delight of
Edward but much to the dismay of Helen and Emily who were
nervously waiting to be examined by her.

“Well! These little darlings are the Thompson sisters. Helen is
eleven and Emily is nine and Sister Sapphire offered them to her
ladyship along with another young tart called Beatrice during our
visit to St Agatha’s this afternoon,” Jane explained.

“I see! Where is Beatrice now?” Nurse Jenkins enquired.

“Beatrice is being attended too by Mary. She is to be trained as
a parlour maid and is to be taken to meet Mrs Asher by her
ladyship in the morning,” Jane replied.

“Well! Let us hope that she makes a better maid than young Polly
Tompkins who I understand knocked over one of a pair of vases as
she was dusting on her very first day and as a consequence was
severely punished by Mrs Asher in Mrs Jarvis’s office,” Nurse
Jenkins said.

On hearing Polly’s name Lady Marlborough was inadvertently drawn
away from the delightful scene in front of her to recall the
pleasures of watching the poor darling pay for her clumsiness
astride the punishment horse but she was soon brought back to her
senses as Nurse Jenkins clapped her hands and pointed towards the
sisters.

“Remove their uniforms,” Nurse Jenkins ordered.

It did not take long for Jane to undress the sisters who were
mesmerised by the scene in front of them and who were
delightfully co-operative which was in no doubt due to the
special lemonade.

Their oil covered bottoms and thighs gleamed in the mirrored rays
of light and as they were turned showed signs of several burn
marks sustained from the friction of the oil dried carriage
seats. The difference in their ages and build was not their only
characteristics as to the discerning eye it could also be seen
that little Emily had a look of contempt in her eyes, something
that she would soon learn to regret.

The effect of seeing them naked made Edward’s cock rampant and it
took all of Hilda’s skill and experience to keep him from
ejaculating again so soon so she had to resort to a much slower
rhythm to quell his ardour.

As Nurse Jenkins continued to examine Clara she glanced at Edward
who was clearly struggling to keep his cock under control as he
watched Helen and Emily standing naked with their feet wide apart
and their hands on their heads waiting to be introduced to her.

Like most things at Marlborough Hall, the tradition of being
introduced not only meant them having to stand naked with their
feet apart and their hands on their heads, but also the
uncertainty of whether anything that they did to please their
masters and mistresses would ever be deemed sufficient by them.

“Bring her closer!” Nurse Jenkins ordered, indicating that she
meant Emily.

Jane ushered the nervous child closer and into the light.

Intrigued by Emily’s resemblance to Clara, Nurse Jenkins decided
to examine them together and helped Clara climb off the table.
Having them stand side by side gave her the ideal opportunity to
compare their charms and although there was no doubt that they
were both attractive after much pinching and prodding of their
bottoms, thighs and genitals she came to the conclusion that
Emily’s bottom and thighs were the firmest and Clara’s genitals
were the most sensitive. She would have to interrogate them later
to find out why this was the case, but for now she was just going
to enjoy abusing them under the pretext of examining the little
darlings. Even though they had suffered, Clara on the examination
table and Emily, firstly at St Agatha’s then in the carriage, she
was determined to test their willingness to please her and to see
who was the most stoic.

Seeing Emily and Clara together gave Lady Marlborough the
reassurance that she had found the perfect little darlings to
join Alice at her party and delighted in the thought that Alice’s
mother would be able to join other like minded women in playing
humiliating and abusive party games with them.

Helen stood with her hands on her head and her thighs wide apart
as she had been taught, but she was under no illusion that the
boy was staring at her nakedness. Being brought up around ponies
and horses it came as no surprise to her to see his cock and
balls on display but to see him grimace in pain as he was being
masturbated made her laugh.

“What is so funny?” Nurse Jenkins asked Helen.

“I am sorry Miss, but I could not help it,” Helen replied.

“Answer me! I asked you what was so funny?” she barked.

“Please Miss! It is just that his thing is being,” Helen replied.

“Being what?” Nurse Jenkins asked.

“Being handled Miss,” Helen replied.

“Well! I suppose that is one way of putting it. He is being
handled as you say, but I prefer to call it being masturbated,
because he has difficulty keeping his cock under control and
because like you he thinks that it is funny when someone is made
to grimace with pain,” Nurse Jenkins explained.

“I am sorry Miss,” Helen replied.

“So! You think that seeing a boy being masturbated and in pain is
amusing do you?” Nurse Jenkins asked.

“Please! I could not help it,” Helen replied.

“That is no excuse my girl! Do you masturbate?” Nurse Jenkins
asked.

“What do you mean Miss?” Helen said.

“Well! Have you ever felt pleasure between your thighs?” she
teased.

“Yes Miss!” Helen replied.

“When!” Nurse Jenkins asked.

“When I was learning to ride Miss,” Helen replied.

“Did your sister also learn to ride?” Nurse Jenkins asked.

“Yes Miss!” Helen replied.

“That would account for the firmness of her bottom and her
thighs. We must arrange for you both to continue with your
lessons as there is nothing like  riding a saddle, especially one
designed by the late Lord Marlborough, for firming up the bottom,
toning up the thighs and stimulating the genitals,” Nurse Jenkins
said, with a smile.

“Would you like that?” Nurse Jenkins asked them.

“Yes Miss” they chorused.

“Now! Do you know what happens to little tarts like you who think
it is funny to laugh at boys who are being masturbated?” Nurse
Jenkins asked, a sly glance towards her daughter.

“No Miss!” Helen replied nervously.

“Well! They are also masturbated,” Nurse Jenkins said.

“Do you want me to fetch the chair?” Jane asked with a smile.

“Yes! That will be ideal,” Nurse Jenkins replied.

From the corner of the room Jane retrieved a covered piece of
apparatus and dragged it back to where Helen was standing. Yet
another of her mother’s inventions it had been designed as a
means of therapy, but in this case, it was going to be used as a
means of punishment.

As she removed the cover, Helen was able to see that it was a
large wooden chair that had a hole cut into its seat and leather
restraints attached to its arms and legs. From its condition she
could also see that the seat was well worn and heavily stained.
It had a high back and solid arms and the underside was enclosed
with what seemed to be a lever protruding from its rear.

Another refinement was then attended too under the chair, which
involved a pot of grease collected from a nearby table by her
mistress before finally the chair was positioned facing inwards
so that the poor darling could see the others.

“Sit!” Nurse Jenkins ordered.

Whether it was the lemonade or her willingness to please Helen
sat in the chair without hesitation. The coldness of the seat
took her by surprise at first, but the uncertainty of what was
about to happen started to make her feel excited. Her arms were
then secured, her thighs widely parted and her bottom pulled
forward so that her cunt lips were positioned over the hole in
the seat.

“Now! Masturbate her,” Nurse Jenkins told her daughter.

Leaning over the back of the chair Jane placed her hands on the
tart’s pert little breasts and caressed them, whilst at the same
time placing her foot on the lever and slowly depressing it.
Attached to the lever was a greased wooden dildo that when
activated could be made to rise and fall through the hole in the
seat. The beauty of this was that the speed could be increased,
decreased and even stopped and there was nothing that the patient
could do about it.

To start with Jane tormented Helen by caressing her pert breasts
and then by activating the lever so that the dildo slipped slowly
in and out of her cunt. The request to masturbate the tart soon
took on another meaning when shee increased the rhythm and Helen
started to writhe about and moan with sheer wantonness.

“Such eagerness!” she laughed.

Without warning Jane pinched the tart’s nipples and pressed down
harshly on the lever which sent the dildo into her vulva missing
her vagina by a small fraction. The pain surged through her body
but her screams only severed to excite the others. It was not
Jane’s intention to do harm to the poor girl as she was indeed a
valuable commodity, but to send a clear message to her that she
could not count on her being lenient.

“Please Miss!” Helen screamed.

“You stupid girl! Keep your bottom still, and if you want to
avoid the pain you need to position yourself over the hole, do
you hear me?” Nurse Jenkins barked.

“Yes Miss!” Helen sobbed, sliding her bottom forward and gauging
where to place herself by the pain emanating from her vulva.

Jane lifted her foot onto the lever again and waited, watching
the quaking, weeping tart as she tried to arrange herself. There
was a certain amount of pleasure to be had from watching a young
girl position herself, especially when she knows that she is
about to be violated, and that had also not gone unnoticed by her
audience.

Gauging her ready Jane pushed the lever down. It entered again
more by luck than judgement, sweeping into her vaginal passage,
pushing its way savagely into her, her limbs tensing against her
bonds as the dildo ripped deep into its slippery sheath.

“Please Miss!” Helen screamed.

“Now! You will be able to really pleasure her ladyship’s guests,”
the nurse said, before turning her attention to Emily and Clara
and arranging them in full view of Edward and Helen.

Enthralled by the scene unfolding in the examination room, Lady
Marlborough watched as the little darlings were humiliated and
abused by the women and was already devising some cruel plans for
them. Emily and Clara would join Alice at her party, Helen would
be introduced to Philip, Edward to John and Clara to Jeremy on
their next visit and she would take Beatrice to meet Mrs Asher in
the morning.

Suddenly there was a commotion in the examination room bringing
her back to her senses and she looked through the spyhole with an
increased enthusiasm as Nurse Jenkins fetched two stools and
placed them behind Emily and Clara.

The top of the stools, instead of being flat were shaped like a
saddle with the leather sides sloping away to leave an exposed
knob of metal protruding from there pommels. Attached to the back
legs were leather ankle restraints which ensured that the
occupant remained seated and that their weight was firmly placed
over the exposed metal pommel.

Next she fetched a curious wooden box that had wires protruding
from it and placed it down on a table in front of them. Another
acquisition of the late Lord Marlborough it was a
magneto-electric machine and like all other items in her
collection she had the choice of using it, as a means of therapy
or as in this case as a means of entertainment.

“What is that?” Clara asked, looking nervously at the wooden box.

“What is that Miss?” Nurse Jenkins said, smacking her bottom
hard.

“I am sorry! I meant to say what is that Miss,” Clara whimpered.

“It is an experiment! An experiment, to see which of you little
tarts can be the most stoic,” she explained coldly attaching the
wires leading from the box to the stools.

“What does stoic mean, Miss?” Emily asked.

“Well! Stoic means to be able to submit to both pain and pleasure
without complaint, do you understand?” she replied.

“Yes Miss,” they chorused.

Next she fetched two jigsaw puzzles and placed them down in front
of each child. It had long been established at Marlborough Hall
that nothing was ever to be gained by doing things by half so the
puzzles which depicted scenes of children being abused and
tortured and were comprised of both large pieces to give them a
false start and smaller pieces to slow them down.

“Sit!” Nurse Jenkins ordered.

Sitting astride the stools the poor little darlings felt only
pain as their little cunts were cruelly squashed against the
metal knobs which was only made worse when their ankles were
secured.

No stranger to sitting astride a saddle Emily found it bearable,
but it was not the same for little Clara whose bottom smarted
from her recent smacking and as she writhed about on the pommel
found that the metal knob made her cunt, already sore from the
nurse’s pinching, was made even more painful.

Nurse Jenkins allowed them no time to appreciate their
predicament and with a glance at her pocket watch coldly
explained the rules of the experiment.

“You have five minutes to complete your puzzles,” Nurse Jenkins
explained.

“Please Miss! What if we cannot finish them in time?” Clara asked
as she tried to make sense of her puzzle.

“My dear! You will have plenty of time. However, I need to tell
you that at the end of each minute I am going to turn this,
pointing to the handle, for ten seconds,” Nurse Jenkins
explained.

“Please Miss! What does it do?” Emily asked.

“Enough of your questions!” Nurse Jenkins replied, smacking her
bottom hard and forcing her delicate little cunt painfully
against the protruding metal knob.

“I am sorry Miss!” Emily whimpered.

“Begin!” Nurse Jenkins ordered.    As they started to piece
together their puzzles, Clara sat still trying to ignore the pain
in her cunt, whilst Emily shifted her bottom and tightened her
thighs enjoying the feel of the metal knob against her cunt, a
feeling that reminded her of all the pleasures she had
experienced whilst learning to ride her pony.

The first minute passed then the nurse turned the handle for the
allotted ten seconds and sent an unimaginable amount of pain
surging through their little cunts making them scream.

The audience watched with excitement as even Clara started to
squirm on her saddle, the poor darlings flushed faces speaking
volumes about the pleasure they were both feeling in their cunts
despite the pain.

Then as surge of pain stopped they both began to relax.

“Hurry!” Nurse Jenkins told them.

Their faces glowing, the poor darlings returned to their puzzles
moving the pieces about in an effort to get them to fit. Their
little faces also began to show a growing confusion as they tried
to keep one eye on their puzzle and the other on the handle in
anticipation.

Those watching felt their own passions grow. Their eyes devoured
the tarts pale thighs as they hung each side of the saddles and
their little cunts as they were squashed up against the
unforgiving metal pommels, each surge of pain forcing their
muscles to spasm and contort, increasing the sensations that
coursed through their little bodies.

The second minute was more bearable because they already knew
just what to expect. However, when the handle was turned again
they were not expecting the ferocity of the pain due to the
build-up of the current from the last time, and they began to
jerk and flail their limbs as they experienced a full range of
sensations searing through their little bodies. When the ten
seconds had ended, they slumped and fought for breath, looking
exhausted and yet flushed and on closer inspection they both had
a wetness coating their smooth cunts.

“Hurry now! You have only three minutes left,” Nurse Jenkins
explained.

They looked in vain for a way to finish their puzzles, their eyes
glancing at each other as they tried to gain knowledge from each
other, but it was too much for Emily.

“I can't do it Miss!” Emily cried out.

The third minute soon arrived and with it the turning of the
handle and the little darlings were forced into complete
tenseness, every muscle standing out from their young bodies,
their eyes bulging and their bodies shaking with the strain
forced upon them. Screams filled the room and down between their
thighs their clitorises stood erect and both their saddles
started to show evidence of staining from their juices.

Clara looked around; amazed that she had found such pleasure from
such pain and Emily burst out crying trying again to release
herself, both her hands shaking and her fingers refusing to do as
she asked of them.

While Emily wept and tried escaping, Clara looked again at her
puzzle and then at the nurse.   “It can't be done in the time,
can it Miss?” Clara said.

“Nonsense! You still have two minutes left,” Nurse Jenkins
barked, smacking her little bottom and thighs and forcing her
already sore cunt painfully up against the pommel.

The fourth minute was signalled by the nurse placing her hand on
the handle and turning it. Clara screamed in anguish, whilst
Emily calmly took a deep breath. The current swept into them
again and immediately jerked them erect and stiff, holding them
in a vice like grip until the full ten seconds had passed,
releasing them to fall limply forward.

“Please Miss,” Clara screamed.

“Concentrate! You have only one minute left to complete your
puzzle,” Nurse Jenkins jibbed.

You would think that the odds were stacked against little Clara
finishing her puzzle and being able to take all fifty seconds of
pain but she was a feisty little tart who was determined not to
be beaten by Emily.

“You have done well with this one Hilda,” Nurse Jenkins said,
pointing to Clara.

“Yes! I just knew as soon as I saw her that she would have a
stoic nature,” Hilda replied.

As the last minute was about to expire it signaled the final ten
seconds of pain and brought them an anxiety they had not felt
before. Knowing that this would be the last surge of pain brought
some relief but not knowing what would happen to them if they
failed to complete the puzzles in time forced them to make wild
guesses as to just where the pieces needed to go.

“Think carefully now!” Nurse Jenkins said, her hand on the handle
ready to turn it for the last time.

“Please Miss!” Emily screamed.

As the last ten seconds of current swept through their cunts
their screams resonated around the room. At the end of the five
minutes they had failed to finish their puzzles, but the cruel
nurse decided to ignore that and award them points based on
stoicism only and that was something she still needed to access.

“Never mind! You have done your best, but I still need to
establish which one of you little tarts has shown the most
stoicism?” Nurse Jenkins said with a smile.

Releasing them from their stools she helped them to climb up onto
the table and sit side by side on the end. Making them lie back
and hold their thighs close to their chests she passed a strap
behind their knees and then placed a wedge under their bottoms
before securing them.

As she stood back everyone had a delightfully clear view of their
cunts and anuses which were now exposed between their bottoms. On
closer inspection she could see that their labia were a bright,
sore pink and were coated in a sticky wetness. On parting the
flesh she revealed their clitorises which were only now starting
to shrink back into their fleshy hoods, a testament to how much
pleasure they had both received.

“Please Miss! You are not going to hurt us anymore, are you?”
Emily asked.

“Stop asking questions!” Nurse Jenkins said, smacking her bottom
hard.

Retrieving a covered tray which she placed out of the poor
darling’s sight she set about attaching two glass shaped dildos
that had metal strips down each side to the wires of the same
Magneto-Electric machine ready for their final test.

“Please!” Emily pleaded.

“Now! There is nothing to worry about,” she explained as she
inserted the glass dildos into their little cunts where they
nestled between their labia and acted like a wedge.

A quick check that the wires would not become loose with their
struggling and she stepped back.

“Now! I am going to turn the handle for one minute. The winner
will be the tart who can take to most pain without complaining,”
the nurse explained.

“Please Miss! What happens if we complain?” Clara asked.

“Too many questions!” Nurse Jenkins said, smacking her bottom
hard again.

“I am sorry, Miss!” Clara replied.

“Concentrate now!” Nurse Jenkins said.

Turning the handle she sent a current deep into their little
cunts. As a consequence, they both screamed and struggled against
their bonds, their expressions a real picture as they experienced
the surge of pain at the same time.

Clara was the first to show signs of her arousal. Emily followed
her breath quickening as she realised that unlike the pain from
the stools this was more of a tingle.

“Feel it tingle?” Nurse Jenkins asked.

“Yes Miss!” they chorused, their little bodies jerking
uncontrollably.

“How lovely,” Jane murmured, the glass showing just how flushed
and open their cunts had become.

They continued to jerk, held by the current continuing to flow
through them. When the current stopped they just lay panting and
gasping, their eyes mirroring their surprise and awe.

Helen’s juices flowed under Jane’s ministrations as did Lady
Marlborough’s on the rubber cock and Edward spent copiously under
Hilda’s manipulations as they watched.

“Didn't hurt, did it?” Nurse Jenkins asked.

“No, Miss!” They chorused.

“See how dilated their vagina's have become?” Nurse Jenkins said.

“Yes! You can see their hymens,” Jane marveled.

“Look! You can see how swollen their clitorises have become,”
Nurse Jenkins said.

“You liked that, didn't you?” Jane asked.

“Yes, Miss! They chorused.

“I think that these little tarts have proved that they both have
a stoic nature and would ideal for the party,” Jane said.

“Would you like to go to a party?” Nurse Jenkins asked.

“A party!” Clara enquired excitedly.

“Yes! There is going to be a birthday party here at Marlborough
hall in a couple of days for little girl your age called Alice
and I think that you should be allowed to attend,” Jane
explained.

“Oh yes please!” Emily replied.

“Very well! I will arrange for you both to go to Alice’ party,
but I have to tell you that you will need to show the same level
of stoicism as you  have tonight or you will be severely
punished, do you understand?” Nurse Jenkins explained.

“Yes, Miss!” they chorused.

Sated and pleased with the results, Lady Marlborough slipped away
to return to the peace and quiet of her private quarters to think
through her ideas and plans for the poor darlings who only now
would be becoming acquainted with their cruel mistresses.