SALVATION

A dark and sadistic tale set in Victorian England

Written by Dickins

This story is a work of erotic fiction. All names, characters, places and 
incidents are either a product of the author's imagination or are used 
here fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locals or persons, 
living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Story Codes: ped, medical, enemas, voy, humil, bdsm and torture

Chapter 19, The Trustee's Inspection

Doctor Samuel Croft, looked at the letter he had just received and 
chuckled. It was now early January, and some three months since he had 
taken over as Director of Birbeck House.

Since then there had been a steady trickle of patients, all in need of 
his special treatments and along with them had came their parents and 
guardians, eager to learn the many techniques and treatments with which 
to keep the children clean and full of vitality.

Samuel had been judicious in the use of the income that his clients had 
provided him. He had needed staff, but he'd recruited them with care, 
offering them low wages in return for opportunities that were seldom 
afforded by other similar institutions.

He had also negotiated a deal with local poorhouses and orphanages, 
offering to take some of their more attractive orphans, to feed and 
clothe them, in return for a blind eye being taken to him using them for 
his experiments.

Now, said the letter, the trustees of Birbeck House would be making a 
special visit, spending a day, or perhaps more, looking around the 
facilities and observing the many treatments that Doctor Croft and his 
staff offered his young patients.

He was certain they would be impressed.

Not all of them would agree with his views and approach, but all had to 
agree that the sanatorium was now profitable and a good investment again.

As advised, they arrived the following day. Entering the main hall, maids 
ushered them into the visitor's lounge, a room with comfortable furniture 
and large glass doors that lead into a solarium where palms and figs grew 
under special glass.

There were also pictures on the walls of children at play, glowing with 
health and vitality. Samuel and Lily joined them chatting to the guests, 
until the tour began.

Leading them up to the dormitories Samuel began his narrative.

"Not all the children sleep in dormitories," he explained.

Here, in this room and the next one, is where the orphans from the 
poorhouses and orphanages sleep," he told them. "Our paying patients 
sleep in their own rooms, further down the corridor."

"But the door is unlocked!" Mrs Weldon gasped.

"Yes, we allow a certain amount of mingling in the evenings," Samuel 
nodded.

"What, boys AND girls together?" asked Mrs Weldon, her chest swelling to 
new proportions as she looked disdainfully at the two rows of beds.

"Yes," he nodded. "I try and encourage these clandestine liaisons between 
the children, so I can monitor the affect it has on their sexual 
development," he told her.

"A source of valuable research," said the florid faced businessman.

"They do it in front of you?" Miss Haigh asked, her hand fanning the air 
in front of her while her cheeks glowed.

"When prompted," the doctor agreed.

Some had needed more prompting than others, the girls more generally than 
the boys. However, some of the girls after testing showed to be quite 
willing.

"Perhaps a demonstration might be in order?" prompted the Colonel.

Samuel agreed and turned towards his waiting daughter who curtsied 
politely before going off to find a couple of likely candidates.

"They'll be at their lessons, which is where they are when they are not 
being used in my experiments," he explained.

"Don't tell me we're teaching these orphans how to count!" exploded the 
businessman.

"Oh no," laughed Doctor Croft.

"We teach cleanliness, to minimise venereal disease, deportment to 
encourage good physique and obedience to ensure co-operation."

"How reassuring," the man said, beaming at his colleagues.

Jasmine returned with two orphans. "This is William, who we believe to be 
fourteen, though he may be older," Jasmine told her audience as she 
pushed the boy forward.

"Are you sure? He looks no more than eleven," Mrs Weldon remarked, her 
brows furrowed as she looked closely at the young boy.

"Yes ma'am," Jasmine told her as she crouched down beside the boy, to tug 
his breeches down, so all could see his handsome cock and balls.

Smiling at her audience, Jasmine fondled him and it quickly reacted, 
growing swiftly into a hard rod of stretched flesh from which the tip 
peeked, beyond the half drawn back foreskin.

"You'd not find such growth on an eleven year old," Samuel told the 
trustees.

"His height and slight build is caused by malnutrition," he explained 
while Jasmine took his top off, baring the boy totally.

"What a divine boy," the Reverend murmured, a passionate look on his face 
as he eyed the naked child and, in particular, his handsome cock and 
tight young bottom.

"The girl is similar," the doctor told them as Jasmine took her frock and 
drew it off over her head. Beneath she wore a vest that quickly followed 
the frock to then leave her naked, her cheeks glowing as she coyly tried 
to cover herself.

"I believe her name is Alice, and we think she's around twelve, the age 
at which puberty commences.

"Yes, I'd go along with that," agreed Mr Jones, the businessman, his eyes 
carefully scrutinising her budding breasts, her lean hips and the curve 
of her belly down to her pubis where a small hand failed to hide the 
darkening hairs laying flat against her curved flesh.

"Oh my! What a pert little bottom she has," Miss Haigh gasped, waving her 
hand furiously in front of her burning face.

"Most adorable," agreed the Colonel who leant that way for a better view, 
smiling at the child as she looked distrustfully towards him.

"To the bed with them!" Doctor Croft ordered, and Jasmine hurried them 
along, edging the nervous looking girl on while smiling at the excitement 
in the boy's eyes and his twitching cock.

At the first bed, while the trustees ranged themselves around it, Jasmine 
helped pull the slightly unwilling girl onto her back, then bend her legs 
outward at her knees.

Her little hand went immediately between her thighs, to try and hide the 
sweet little cunt that so captured everyone's attention. Jasmine smacked 
her hand and pulled it away, her eyes warning the girl to be good.

"Now, now," she chided, looking down at her sternly. "You know you like 
it, so no play acting just for our guests," she told the girl.

"I don't like it in front of so many. It isn't right," Alice pouted.

"What do you know about right and wrong missy?" Jasmine teased. "Now, do 
as you're told and open up," she told her.

Still pouting, Alice drew her knees a little further apart, spreading her 
pink tinged cunt and allowing them all to admire the tender flesh within 
it. Down at the base, where her puffy vulva slid away before swelling 
into her bottom, she gleamed, the gleam drawing the eyes of all who 
watched.

"Now, you be good an don't hurt her!" Jasmine warned the boy as he made 
to jump on her.

"Course not," he grinned, and jumped on to the bed to crawl over Alice, 
beaming excitedly down at her. "Come on Alice!" he urged.

She sighed and reached for him, guiding him down to her little chink and 
holding him there until he thrust, burying half his slender cock into her 
hole. She winced, and then grunted as another quick surge had him buried 
inside her.

"Slowly!" Alice complained, thumping her rider on the shoulder.

The boy grinned and began to move, doing it slowly though. His face 
quickly mirrored his pleasure as he forced himself into her overly dry 
young cunt. Beneath him, Alice winced occasionally and held onto his 
shoulders, her face a picture of concentration as she willed her cunt to 
moisten and open.

The audience was still, their eyes fastened unblinkingly on the two young 
performers as they coupled, right before them. Even Mrs Weldon gave up 
her pretence at disgust to lick her meaty lips and to stare avidly at the 
young boy as he lifted and lowered his haunches.

Reverend Green had placed himself at the foot of the bed and stared 
avidly at the boy's bottom as it rose and fell. The short pink crease 
teased him, half parting as the lad rose, tensing closed as he fell and 
thrust his young cock into the whore beneath him.

Hands together in prayer, he prayed the Lord would show him the right 
path, removing him from the temptation of young tarts like Alice, and 
bring the boy to him, to his lap.

Ah, but he would taste so lovely and feel so smooth in his mouth. His 
lips would be so divine, and his bottom so pliant and tight.

"And what is it that you learn from such couplings?" the Colonel asked 
Doctor Croft.

"The link between their body's development and their sexual ability," the 
doctor answered, watching as Jasmine drew the boy's legs slightly apart 
so they could look between them and see how his pistoning cock now 
gleamed with the panting girl's arousal.

"The affect of poor hygiene on health and, in particular, whether it has 
a bearing on the transmittance of sexual diseases," he continued.

"By allowing such practices, I can properly punish their wantonness and 
measure more fully the effectiveness of each type of punishment, he 
explained.

William was panting now, his head dropping as his loins rose and fell 
with manic speed. Alice was panting breathlessly now and lifting her 
knees to either side of the boy, her hands beginning to grip his young 
arms as the passion rose in her.

"Go on Alice. Tell him what you want," Jasmine urged.

Alice whimpered and licked her lips. "Harder William!" she panted.

"Harder, harder!" she cried, her voice climbing the octave ladder as her 
pleasure came on. Words fled her and a screech replaced them, her head 
flung back and her heels kicked hard against his bottom as she peaked.

William was right behind her, thrusting hard and deep to hold himself 
there while his cock did it's spurting deep inside her burning sheaf.

"The fee paying patients have adjoining rooms so their parents can remain 
close to them," Samuel explained, opening one such door to show the 
facilities to them.

"The toilets are all specially equipped for ease of use and ease of 
maintenance. Jasmine, why don't you fetch another little orphan to give 
us an demonstration," he asked his daughter.

Jasmine curtsied once again and stepped away to get another child.

She returned with an older but shier girl, one less likely to give her 
any trouble. "Mary is thirteen and has been in institutions all her life, 
hence she's very malleable," she chuckled.

"As you're all aware," Doctor croft told his audience as they watched 
Mary obey the nurse and slip from her drab frock. "Cleanliness is of 
paramount importance, and we urge our young patients to learn how to 
cleanse themselves, rather than rely all the time on their parents or 
guardians."

Mary, now naked, was timidly trying to cover a lovely young bust as well 
as a good growth of pubic hair between her legs. Jasmine spoke to her 
sharply and she straightened, her face deathly pale as she was reminded 
of what happened to disobedient girls.

For a few moments Jasmine had her stand to attention, just so that the 
trustee's could admire her teenage form, then she ordered her to the 
equipment.

Whimpering softly, she obediently prepared the enema, testing the heat of 
the water and then giving the doctor the thermometer so he could verify 
the temperature before placing the large enema bag on the hook provided.

There were a number of nozzles available, from the small-rubberised ones 
for the particularly small children, to ones that rivalled the male penis 
for size and girth. Jasmine chose one that had a distinct shape so it 
wouldn't slip out and past it to her so she could insert it herself.

Looking sorrowfully around at her audience, the naked girl placed the 
nozzle upright, with its base against the rim of the large bath, and then 
pressed herself back upon it, panting and whimpering, trying twice before 
she was stretched enough for it to surge into her and be held by her own 
tightening anal ring.

"There are a variety of recipes for the cleansing liquids," Samuel 
murmured, watching with the others as the girl inserted the tube into the 
base of the plug and turned the tap.

The water surged into her bowels, the flow of hot liquid into her bottom 
forcing her to hug her belly and whimper. The trustees licked their lips 
as they watched the bag slowly empty, the girl's belly distend with the 
hot water and Jasmine insert a bung into her anus.

"You'll find girls are most amiable when they have a full litre of hot 
liquid within them," Samuel chuckled, as he stepped forward and slid his 
fingers between her thighs. "Come on," he urged. "Let me feel you, and 
then we'll let the water out," he murmured.

Whimpering and panting, Mary obediently spread her thighs, her face 
burning as she let the doctor fondle her cunt right before all of their 
eyes.

"That's a good girl," he breathed, slipping one, then two fingers into 
her vagina.

"You'll also notice a distinct increase in the temperature of their 
vaginal passages," he told them.

His fingers reappeared and he stepped back to let them feel her.

The Colonel was first, his long and bony fingers sliding slowly into her, 
and then turning while he watched her surprised reaction. Then his 
fingers started to withdraw, then pushed inwards again, clearly with a 
little more ease.

Mr Jones was quick to follow, grinning into Mary's whimpering face as he 
thrust two fingers harshly into her tight little cunt, then pumped them 
rapidly back and forth before chuckling and drawing them away to avidly 
lick them of her flavour.

Miss Haigh took three nimble steps to become next in line, in front of a 
scowling Mrs Weldon. "Oh my!" she whispered, her slender fingers slipping 
smoothly into the panting girl's sex where they then pressed upwards to 
make Mary gasp and clutch at her belly.

Mrs Weldon was next and she pushed the girl back so she could better 
admire her young cunt, then ran two thick fingers along the tender slit 
before slipping them inwards and pushing them all the way into the 
panting girl.

"Yes, I see what you mean," she told the doctor, making Mary pant and sob 
with the flexing of her digits.

The Reverend declined the invitation to push his fingers into her cunt, 
so the child was placed in the bath, bent over with her bottom offered 
outwards, and Jasmine artfully pulled the anal plug from her anus.

Mary gently wept as her bowels emptied themselves in front of them all, 
the last of the burning water running down her thighs.

The showerhead was turned on to clean her and then another enema bag 
filled to the brim with hot fragrant oil before another larger nozzle was 
chosen.

This time, but for the ribs of rubber that ran down its length, one that 
looked extremely like a male organ, even down to a ball sack at its base. 
"This both educates and prepares them," Samuel proudly told his audience, 
taking it from his daughter to show the trustees.

"While we can insert it and allow the water to fill her at its normal 
pace, we can also squeeze the balls to force the liquid into her. He 
pointed it away from them and allowed the water to trickle normally out 
of its eye, then squeezed the balls to show how the flow suddenly 
increased, splattering against the tiled wall.

"Oh, how marvellous!" cried Miss Haigh who suddenly blushed at her own 
outburst.

Samuel smiled towards her, his twinkling eyes promising her many more 
pleasures, then turned towards Mary who was now being drawn over in 
preparation by his daughter.

"Stand firm!" he ordered.

Mary sobbed, straightened her thighs, locking her knees to perfectly 
present her bottom for the assault. With no grease or oil to prepare it, 
Samuel placed the head against the little pink rosette of Mary's anal 
ring and pushed.

Jasmine helped, her hands drawing Mary's bottom apart and stretching her 
anal aperture flat. He pushed more forcibly, the trustees holding their 
breath as they stared at the scene.

Mary began to weep again, her body forced forward by the doctor's efforts 
to push the overly large nozzle into her bottom. Jasmine gripped her more 
firmly and all three cried out as the head was pushed in.

"The younger they are, the more elastic their anal muscles," Samuel 
panted. He waited until he'd recovered his breath, before putting his 
full weight behind it and then pushed the penis shaped nozzle deeper, 
embedding four inches into the wailing girl before stopping again.

"You'll often find that children believe the object to be larger than it 
truly is," he remarked, smiling as Mary wept, blubbering that she was 
being torn in two.

Ready once again, he once more pushed with all his strength, stopping as 
Mary screamed, the seven-inch nozzle now firmly embedded in her bowels.

She screamed again as the hot oil entered her, swivelling her hips, 
undoubtedly unaware of how pretty her little bottom looked when she did 
that. Watching her, the trustees saw her belly begin to stretch outward 
again as the water filled her.

Mary's cries died to whimpering and sobbing, as the water emptied from 
the bag into her young body. She turned her wet and pleading eyes to each 
of the watching adults, all unsuccessfully.

"Removal can be as difficult as insertion, but regular administration 
does ease the process," Doctor croft advised. Jasmine urged Mary to bend 
over once more, then to part her thighs so her young cunt would be in 
full view.

Thus presented, the last inch of the nozzle sticking out from her 
stretched anus, Doctor Croft stepped up behind her and began to pull on 
it.

Slowly, pulling on her anus too, the broad and long nozzle began to be 
drawn from her. Mary wailed as she felt herself being pulled out along 
with it and the audience stared, licking their lips and avidly watching 
every moments of the nozzles slow extraction.

"Now, the last inch once she's in the bath and right over," he told his 
daughter. Together, they got the weeping girl into the bath and fully 
over, and then drew the nozzle fully from her bottom.

Almost in the same instant the scalding oil followed, rushing out while 
Mary squealed, all control gone from her as she collapsed.

"Clean her and then take her back," Samuel ordered his daughter.

"Each room is fully equipped with the necessary items for the proper 
treatment of our patients," Samuel said, as he led the trustees from the 
bathroom into the master bedroom. Adjoining it was the smaller bedroom 
where the patient sleeps, but it is the master bedroom that the special 
clothing, tools and instruments are kept.

He raised one for the trustees to look at in more detail. A pair of 
special underpants, it had hard leather panels that would deny the wearer 
any pleasure from fondling through the fabric.

He lifted a broad leather cuff and explained how the patient's wrists 
would be bound by it, restricting their ability to place their hands 
anywhere near their genitals. He showed them a girdle too, that would 
force a boy's cock between his thighs. Any attempt at an arousal with his 
cock in that position would cause him intense pain.

In addition to the clothing, that all contained some element of 
restraint, there were instruments of examination and conditioning.

Those of examination, often looked like scissors by their handle, but 
which would pry flesh from flesh to reveal their inner most secrets, 
whilst those of conditioning, were designed to pull and stretch the 
flesh, inflating or pulling through suction.

"Bring in another orphan Jasmine!" Samuel called as the trustees all 
crowded round for a closer look at the equipment.

Jasmine returned with Jeremy, a fourteen year old whose sullen looks 
turned to nervous ones as he saw the stainless steel items lying in wait 
for him.

"Off with your clothes lad, and be quick about it!" the doctor told him, 
the sharpness in his voice making the boy obey, despite the eyes that 
watched him from all around the room.

The adults watched with varying degrees of interest as the boy slid 
easily from his plain shirt and breeches, showing himself to be nude 
beneath his outer clothes.

The Reverend's eyes lit up as he saw his handsome uncircumcised cock 
stemming from a small thatch of dark curls. His balls were large and 
tight, covered in a fine down of darkening hairs that called to those who 
looked on them to reach out and fondle them.

Miss Haigh smiled too, her cheeks glowing as her eyes again and again 
slid from her lean and lanky chest, down to his groin.

"Lie down Jeremy, on your back to begin with," Jasmine urged.

Jeremy licked his lips with nervousness, his eyes drawn to the feet and 
hard restraints Jasmine was preparing.

"We don't want you to hurt yourself with any sudden movements," she told 
him with a smile.

"It won't hurt, will it?" he asked, once again looking at some of the 
tools.

"You'll love it," she told him as the trustees stepped forward to help 
bind his limbs, pulling the rope until the lad was strung out, his cock 
laying shrunken and forlorn on his flat belly.

"Jasmine will now examine his balls before then ensuring his cock is 
healthy and sound," Samuel told their attentive audience.

Sitting beside his spread legs, Jasmine smiled at the worried boy and 
reached for his inner thighs, stroking them lovingly while slowly working 
her way up to his balls.

Jeremy gasped as her hands began fondling him, his eyes widening as the 
tingling from his balls shot through his torso and exploded in his chest. 
Almost immediately his cock began to stiffen and lengthen, uncurling and 
rising, lengthening under everyone's close attention.

"What's she feeling for?" the Reverend asked, closely attentive to her 
moving fingers.

"Any untoward bulge or hard growth under the flesh," the doctor 
answered." She's also checking their size in comparison to his age, and 
trying to gauge the amount of seed he'll be able to produce," Samuel 
explained.

"And now?" the Reverend asked, his throat tightening as Jasmine began a 
gentle stroking of his shaft with the side of her fingers.

"His speed of response," the doctor answered.

Jasmine's soft stroking of the underside changed to a full stroke of his 
shaft as her fingers curved around him to then gently pull the flesh back 
and forth along his hardened root. Then suddenly, her fingers clenched 
and twisted, bending his hard cock and causing him to tense against his 
bonds, the air exploding from his chest.

The trustees gasped, their eyes widening as the young boy squealed and 
jerked in the agony of having his cock bent. But it was over and Jasmine 
was once more gently stroking him, cooing softly as he panted and stared 
at her nervously.

"There, there," Jasmine told him, exchanging hands so her right could 
slide under his balls and travel down to his bottom.

His cock strained as much as he did while he licked his lips and panted, 
staring at her in disbelief as she wormed a finger between his bottom 
cheeks and began tracing his anus with her fingertip while continuing to 
stroke his shaft.

"My word!" the Reverend breathed.

Jasmine smiled her most angelic, and twisted the boy's cock savagely to 
one side. His sharp and shrill cry made the trustees wince, yet all 
stared avidly as Jasmine then looked her cutest, stroking him lovingly 
again as if nothing brutal had occurred.

"His responses are quite alert, which wouldn't be so if he had over 
exerted himself with constant handling." The doctor explained.

They watched as Jasmine rolled the last of the boy's foreskin from his 
cock head, and then pinched the tip slightly, causing the eye to pout.

"A quick check for cleanliness," Samuel explained. "Show them the better 
test Jasmine please," he urged.

His daughter nodded and blushed slightly, then leant forward to take 
Jeremy's cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue over the head and over 
the tender eye in order to get the best taste of him. Slipping her mouth 
off the panting boy, she savoured her flavoured spit, then swallowed.

"And you expect their parents and guardians to do this?" Mrs Weldon 
asked.

"Certainly Madam, although there are other methods of checking for 
cleanliness, that is one of the simplest, and most assured method," 
Samuel told her.

"And for girls?" Mr Jones asked eagerly.

"The same principle applies," Doctor Croft nodded. Scent can be the first 
indicator of a child's poor hygiene, but taste is the final judge of 
perfect cleanliness," he advised.

While they'd been talking, Jasmine had taken the end of the rope 
fastening Jeremy's legs to the end of the bed, and placed them with those 
of his wrists, pulling them until the boy's ankles had been drawn over 
his head, lifting and exposing his bottom.

Now she ran her fingertips along the opened crevice of his bottom, 
stroking in a manner that made the lad pant and his cock jerk and throb 
against his compressed belly.

"Cleanliness can be determined with the same set of tools," Samuel Croft 
explained, passing Jasmine the first. It looked like the handle of a pair 
of scissors with the metal cone of a candlesnuffer at the other end. The 
small cone was easily inserted into the boy's anus and the handle then 
used to draw the cone halves fully apart, spreading his sphincter and 
bringing the pink interior into the light.

"Oh my!" the Reverend gasped, a look of unholy adoration on his face as 
he leant forward to gaze down, deep into the boy's bottom.

Jasmine waited until they all had completed their inspection, then drew 
the tool away to insert another, a bullet shaped object with a flat 
flange about its base.

Jeremy gasped as it was inserted, then whimpered softly as he worked to 
accommodate the hard plug in his bottom. With a smile towards her 
audience, Jasmine unclipped the base and drew the bullet shaped slug 
free, leaving the flange to keep his anal ring spread.

Once again, they had a clear view up the boy's bottom, and took turns to 
peer inwards, licking their lips as they stared in amazement at the clear 
view within.

"Thank you Jasmine. You may give the boy relief for being so good," 
Samuel nodded. Jasmine smiled and drew the flange from the bound boy's 
rear to then stroke the little dark corrugated ring with her finger and 
nail.

"There we are," she crooned, reaching between his raised thigh and his 
flank to take a hold of his still erect cock and begin stroking it.

"There, there," she breathed, her finger lightly tapping on his anus 
while her other hand stroked his shaft. "Come along now, quickly!" she 
urged.

The panting boy stared up at her adoringly, then uttered a sharp cry 
before tensing, his cock flexing as it spurted his seed forcefully over 
his belly and chest.

"Good boy, good boy," Jasmine told him softly, squeezing him for the last 
drop of seed before wiping her hand on his leg, then undoing the 
fastenings so he could clean himself up and letting him go.

******

"But all of this rather infers a certain co-operation on the part of the 
child," Mr Jones said as they walked along the corridor on their guided 
tour of the facilities.

"Well, of course Mr Jones. One does expect parents to be capable of 
managing their children," Samuel told him.

"And are there facilities for us, I mean the parents, to be able to do 
that?" he asked.

"Of course, but I'm sure the trustee's would much prefer to see the 
school room, the canteen and the exercise yard," the doctor told him.

"Well, actually," said the Colonel, having listened with interest to the 
conversation, "I too would be most interested in seeing how you support 
the parents in controlling unruly children. Any others?" he asked.

"Oh, yes please!" Miss Haigh said excitedly, her eyes gleaming in gleeful 
anticipation. The others nodded, glancing at each other and licking their 
lips.

"Perhaps we could use a couple of the orphans, so that we can judge the 
effectiveness of your methods?" the Colonel added, grinning like a wolf.

"Well, of course, if that is what you'd like," Samuel nodded.

Jasmine was following behind them, her once pristine Nurse's outfit now 
stained with semen.

"Go find us two likely candidates please," he asked of her.

With a curtsy Jasmine sped off on her task and Doctor Croft led the 
trustees to the surgery on the ground floor, towards the back of the 
building.

The large room was tiled, floor to ceiling, with strong lights that left 
no shadow. Being so large, the room allowed space for a surgical table as 
well as a dental chair, and along the far wall were other additional 
fixtures, rings and hooks, at convenient heights.

On the ceiling, suspended by ropes, was a wooden frame similar but larger 
than a drying frame often seen in laundries and its purpose caused some 
discussion, until the nurse returned, with two adorable children in tow.

"This is Karen," she told them, pushing the frowning girl into the room 
where she stopped and looked around her, hiding her nervousness behind an 
angry frown. "She's roughly thirteen. More importantly, she has just 
started her periods."

"This is Joseph," Jasmine said, her smile turning to anger as the boy 
tried escaping her grip about his wrist. "He is fourteen and is very 
aggressive," she added. "No doubt a few more months here will instil some 
obedience into him!" she said for his benefit.

His cheeky grin told them he didn't think so and he looked around at them 
with the air of a petty thief gauging their worth.

"Oh, he'll do perfectly," Mrs Weldon smiled, her arms folding themselves 
below her bust.

"Sit the girl down then Jasmine. We'll deal with young Joseph first," 
Samuel told his daughter as he stepped toward the lad, a smile on his 
face.

"What do you want me for then mister?" asked the boy.

Jasmine sat the girl down on a nearby chair and swiftly slid a bar across 
her lap, affectively imprisoning her in the seat before she moved to help 
her father with the boy.

"Why, we're going to give the folk here a nice little show," Samuel 
chuckled, reaching for the boy.

Joseph leant back to avoid the seeking hand, only to have Jasmine come up 
behind him, hands on his flanks and digging in to find the sensitive 
points that would make him jerk and lose his control.

Very expertly, Doctor croft and his daughter worked as a team, taking his 
wrists and lifting them to where cuffs dangled from the wooden frame 
above them.

"Hey!" he cried indignantly, jerking on his wrists in an effort to free 
himself. Jasmine giggled and ruffled his hair, sliding away from his kick 
before diving in to rip away his cheap cotton shirt.

"You bitch! I'll get you!" Joseph screamed, his face distorted with anger 
as he tried kicking out again.

While he did so, Samuel jumped in from behind to clip an ankle clamp 
around his remaining leg and, seconds later, unbalanced, they caught his 
other. The boy was restrained, angrily looking about him while Samuel and 
Jasmine turned the handles that shortened the ropes that pulled his 
ankles apart.

"Now we're going to take your breeches off," Samuel told him, smiling as 
the boy's anger made him cry out and thrash in his bonds. It was all to 
no avail, as Jasmine waited patiently, then drew up behind him, pushing 
him forward against his restraints to then breath into his ear as she 
undid the buttons.

"Embarrassed about us ladies seeing you?" she asked teasingly, her 
fingers undoing button after button as the young lad panted, bowed out 
against his bonds towards the audience.

"Let me be!" he screamed, trying his best to wriggle from her hands.
Five pairs of eyes peered at him eagerly, gaining excitement from his 
struggles as well as the slowness with which the young nurse was able to 
draw his breeches down.

An audible grown was heard as short pubic hairs appeared, and then there 
was stillness as breath was held, all waiting eagerly for sight of his 
cock.

It didn't disappoint them, being a handsome length of smooth flesh, a 
thick fold of foreskin hiding the tender tip as it hung over his balls.

Wordlessly, the boy panted and squirmed, trying in vein to escape, the 
way he looked at the adults telling them he fully expected to be abused.

"Now, here's the first rule that you must both learn," Samuel told them, 
his eyes turning briefly to the girl to make sure he held her attention. 
Breathless from her own exertions, she stopped to look at him, anger 
mingled with nervousness behind her dark brown eyes.

"Total obedience!" he told them sharply.

"So that you can stuff your dirty cocks up my bottom? Go screw yourself!" 
Joseph retorted venomously.

Samuel sighed and his audience smiled in anticipation, licking their lips 
and moving from foot to foot as the tingle of the pleasures to come swept 
through them.

"If anything were to be inserted into your bottom, it would be for your 
own good and well being," Doctor Croft told him, and walked to one of the 
wall mounted cabinets, returning with a stout cane.

"I'm sure you've seen one of these before," he suggested.

Joseph licked his lips and looked about him, searching the faces of those 
in front of him, hoping to find someone who looked concerned and worried 
about his ordeal.

None were though and they joined the doctor in walking behind him, the 
better to watch and to enjoy the proceedings.

Samuel Croft tapped the cane, and then raised it slowly over his arm 
before sweeping it down to land solidly and loudly across the boy's 
bottom. Joseph screamed sharply and tossed from side to side and back and 
forth, swearing prolifically as the heat tore into him.

"This wont do," Samuel sighed. "Jasmine!" he called.

Jasmine knew what was wanted and quickly retrieved a thin length of twine 
from one of the drawers. While Joseph continued to swear and squirm, 
Jasmine placed a loop of twine around his flaccid cock, just behind the 
crown, then drew it up to pull his head down, tying it off in his short 
hair. She then knelt to tie off the other end onto one of his toes.

Joseph, his head pulled down unless he wanted the loop to tighten around 
his cock, muttered to himself until the cane swept down a second time.

His scream was even more sustained the second time, driven on by the 
tightening of the loop around his cock every time his movements became 
too broad or sweeping.

"Stop it!" he gasped at last, which brought a third stroke.

The trustees looked on excitedly as Joseph was forced to control his urge 
to flay and swing. The natural reaction for his head to jerk upwards from 
the sudden pain of the cane was making the cord cut into his cock, a pain 
so intense it dwarfed that that swept up from his bottom. So his young 
body shook with the conflicting urges brought on by the severe pain.

The doctor smiled as the end result meant a bottom that remained 
reasonably still and well presented. He tapped the lovely pale and curved 
flesh, aiming higher so as to lengthen the proceedings, and brought the 
cane down harshly just to hear the boy scream in fresh pain.

"You see," he said, turning from the distraught boy to the weeping girl 
as she waited her turn. "There is no escape other than complete 
obedience," he told her.

The boy's cries had died somewhat, so the doctor swept the cane down as 
he took a pace back to his side, landing it low and chuckling as the 
fierce blow brought the boy's head up for a moment. The scream rose as 
his jerking head caused the twine to cut into his cock and it quickly 
descended again, his whole body shaking as he wept.

"Will you do as you are told now?" Samuel asked, readying the next 
stroke, tapping Joseph's bottom with the aim of landing on flesh already 
reddened and bruised.

"Yes, yes!" Joseph cried eagerly, his tears dropping to the tiled floor 
in front of him.

Samuel breathed in as he drew his arm back.

Everyone watched, enthralled and excited. Nor did any of them waver as 
the cane bent as it was drawn down, landing again swiftly across Joseph's 
bottom and bringing a fresh, piercing screech from the boy.

The doctor let his breath out and turned to his audience.

"You may examine him if you wish," he offered.

Miss Haigh rushed forward and looked lovingly into Joseph's weeping eyes, 
then quickly took his cock in her hand, holding and stroking it as she 
examined the raw line the twine had created around it, an inch from the 
end.

"Oh dear, how terrible!" she breathed, touching it timidly, yet unable to 
stop.

The others, Reverend Green in the lead, crouched or bent behind the boy, 
each looking at his striped bottom, admiring the thick welts and 
discoloured skin, licking their lips with dark and secret thoughts as the 
Reverend reached out to trace the lines, then part his bottom and expose 
the clenched anus within.

"Oh, the poor boy!" the Reverend sighed, noticing the scar tissue on his 
anal ring.

"Yes, they where there when he arrived," Samuel agreed, remembering his 
examination of the boy on his arrival. "Hence his strong aversion to 
being touched back there," he suggested.

"But not any more eh?" the Colonel chuckled.

"Once is rarely enough for lasting results Colonel," the doctor told him. 
"The boy will be malleable for a little while, but will grow increasingly 
more difficult again as his punishment recedes to vague memory. No, only 
by the regular use of such corrective measures will he be brought round," 
he sighed.

Jasmine loosened his bonds and ordered him over, so his bottom could be 
better explored.

Weeping fitfully Joseph begged them not to, his eyes pleading from one 
person to another, begging them not to hurt him while the thought of it 
continued to bring tears rolling down his cheeks.

"See how he begins to find a reason to disobey?" Samuel asked the 
trustees.

"No, please!" Joseph cried, unwillingly bending over for them.

His welted bottom stretched and parted. His tortured cock and balls hung 
between his parted legs, the vivid red line around his cock now vivid and 
sore looking.

"A little ointment on his bottom possibly," Samuel, suggested, his finger 
already smeared and waiting.

Weeping, Joseph tossed his bottom fretfully as the doctor reached to hold 
him still. The doctor frowned at his evasiveness and stepped away.

"I see a caning wasn't enough for you boy!" he said firmly.

"No, no, I didn't mean to!" Joseph cried, half straightening to plead for 
himself once more.

"Jasmine, the wire please."

The trustees glanced at each other as they wondered what was to come, 
some watching Jasmine as she went to the cupboards, some watching the boy 
as he tried to kneel in front of the doctor, pleading and weeping for 
leniency.

"I am not going to play that game!" Doctor Croft told him sharply.

"You cannot disobey, then think words of sorrow will get you off!"

"I didn't mean to, I didn't, I didn't!" Joseph sobbed.

Jasmine returned carrying the wire and the room grew still and quiet but 
for Joseph's uncontrolled weeping. The trustees stared at the long length 
of copper wire that had been bent and turned at one end to create a 
handle.

It was thin and it was long, thinner than any cane, even a rattan cane, 
and much harden than leather or cane, they began imagining how it would 
strike and how it would feel.

"Get him ready," Samuel told his daughter.

Flushed with excitement, Jasmine wheeled the examination table over, 
pushing it up against the boy's middle and forcing him over, weeping and 
begging all the while. She locked the wheels, and then fastened new ropes 
to his wrist restraints, transferring them to the far side of the table 
and dragging him further over as she did so.

Lastly she reached under him to drag his cock down, keeping it exposed 
and denying him any pleasure through contact with the tabletop.

"He's ready father," she murmured.

Samuel swung the wire through the air and let his audience hear it 
whistle, their eyes unable to follow its quick path. Turning to the bent 
form of the young boy he smiled as he began to cry even more earnestly, 
his eyes wide and fearful as he looked back at the copper wire the doctor 
held.

Samuel turned to the seated and restrained girl and saw that she was 
quietly weeping too, no doubt conscious that she would be next.

"I hope you're paying attention!" he told her.

Then his attention was on the offered bottom, his eyes glancing over his 
bruising and welts, gauging where best to place the first cut of the 
wire.

Having decided, he tapped his bottom, and then ignoring the wailing 
crying of the boy, swung the wire back behind him.

Once again the room seemed to grow silent. Time for a moment hung still 
as he concentrated on that part of the boy's bottom in front of him that 
was not too badly marked by the cane. Then time returned to normal and 
his arm was flexing, coming round with the copper wire while whistling 
shrilly through the air.

It landed, and in landing with such force, cut the flesh beneath it, 
parting pale skin to allow blood to well into the long and slender wound 
crossing the peak of both bottom cheeks.

The copper wire slid from its mark and left a smear of blood upon the 
boy. He, as the enormity of the pain engulfed him, screamed loudly in 
agony, thrashing in his bonds while, behind him, the audience viewed the 
line in awe and excitement.

"Another. He needs another," Mrs Weldon murmured, staring transfixed at 
the slender but bloody line it had made.

"No! No!" Joseph screamed, stamping his feet in fright.

The thin length of copper wire cut through the air again with its 
distinctive whistle and landed over welts made earlier by the cane.
Blood, having already been brought close to the skin surface by the cane, 
flowed from the slender cut of the wire.

Joseph stiffened for a moment and screamed, then squirmed; loosing 
complete control of himself and causing the encroaching trustee's to step 
back quickly as urine shot from his cock arcing from left to right as his 
young body twisted in agony.

Samuel whipped the copper wire down again, lashing it against the softer 
skinned underside of Joseph's bottom in punishment for his lack of 
control.

Breathless, the boy screamed almost soundlessly, thrashing in his bonds, 
tears pouring from his pleading eyes while blood flowed in little lines 
down from each of the scoring the copper wire had produced.

Satisfied, Samuel turned to the girl and smiled at her petrified form. 
"Are you going to be a good girl Karen?" he asked sweetly. She nodded 
violently, her eyes threatening to pop from her face, they were so wide.

Samuel nodded. "Help her to undress," he told his daughter sharply, his 
attention returning to the bent form of the boy to look at his bottom and 
the drying cuts that crossed cane produced welts, all producing an 
arousing shade of bruising below the runs of blood.

He was conscious of Jasmine helping the weeping, shaking girl take off 
her clothes, then stand there before them all, waiting to hear what the 
immediate future was going to hold for her.

"So, how shall we prove her obedience?" he asked.

"Let us men have her!" Mr Jones called eagerly.

"A virginal examination. Let me put my wrist up that little cunt of 
hers!" Mrs Weldon called her eyes alight with intent.

"Is there any way you can make her punish herself?" Miss Haigh asked 
after the others had loudly voiced their ideas. Samuel considered the 
suggestion and then looked towards his daughter.

"Get me the electro therapy tools," he told her softly.

The Colonel looked at him enquiringly, forcing the doctor to explain.

"They are copper pads that are fixed by straps to various parts of the 
body. A crank handle produces an electric current that is then passed 
between the two pads by the switching of a lever," he told the old man.

"How very interesting," he chuckled. "We could have done with those sorts 
of things during my stay in India, I can tell you," the Colonel chuckled.

"Many a time, all we had was the edge of the sword for them to slide down 
on," he told the doctor, his eyes sparkling at the memory of the used and 
abused children being forced to slide down the edge of the cavalry 
officer's sword, and the look on their little faces as their little cunts 
were cut and opened.

A blade wasn't considered a proper blade until it had the blood of a 
little Indian girl smeared along its length.

Karen shook uncontrollably, surrounded by eager looking adults while the 
nurse returned with long cables at whose end were little pieces of 
copper, each fixed to straps of leather and cloth.

"Attach them all," Samuel told Jasmine. "We can then alter the 
connections to determine the passing of the current," he told her.

Karen failed to understand what it all meant, and stood obediently still 
while the electrodes were fastened to her, one on each of her swelling 
breasts, one on her belly, one on each thigh and then, making her burn 
with embarrassment, one placed on the outer side of each of her labia, a 
strange cotton harness keeping them in place.

The trustees licked their lips and stared hungrily at the young girl.

Her naked beauty, half formed as it was, excited many of them, but the 
thought of the ordeal she was to face excited them much, much further.

"We have decided that your obedience will be measured by the pressing of 
this button," Samuel told her, putting the box with the button on it in 
front of her on the table.

"Is that it?" she asked timidly.

"Not quite," Samuel smiled. "When pressed, it will release an electrical 
current into your body that will pass from any one of those metal 
contacts, through you to any one of the others," he explained, wanting to 
make sure she fully understood.

"Refusal will mean a flogging which will be worse than the boy's over 
there," he told her, pointing to Joseph who was still fastened over the 
examination table and still weeping from the pain in his deeply lacerated 
bottom.

Karen stared at Joseph and licked her lips.

She straightened, strengthening her resolve not to end up savagely cut to 
pieces, whatever the alternative may be. "I understand," she told the 
doctor, nodding and glancing up at his stern but kind face.

Samuel smiled back and turned to nod towards Jasmine. She turned the 
crank handle and a needle dial sprang up from zero to four, hovering 
there as the handle was kept turning.

Unsure of what to expect, the trustees ranged themselves around the young 
girl, admiring her youthful body, her budding breast and the small crop 
of hair above her little cunt. When Samuel felt all was ready, he nodded 
to Karen, and with a firm push she depressed the button.

Karen cried out and jerked as the heavy jolt of high voltage swept 
through her, passing from breast to breast. The audience saw the little 
cones rise as they tensed, nipples growing fully erect in an instant.

"Hold it there!" Samuel threatened as he saw Karen move her hands.

The girl shook and stared at him urgently, begging him to give her 
permission to release the button. Samuel waited a moment more, and then 
nodded.

Karen slumped and sucked in her breath, her eyes distant as she 
concentrated on easing the tightness in her breasts and recovering from 
the strange but powerful sensations that had gone between one little 
breast and the other.

"And again" Samuel told her having re-arranged the cables.

Karen whimpered, and yet forced herself to obey and push down the button. 
Almost immediately she was bent double, as if hit in the stomach as the 
heavy voltage rippled through her belly, tightening her midriff and 
forcing her over. A keening sound broke through her tight throat and her 
eyes grew wider and wider as she begged silently for him to relent and 
let her free.

Smiling, he nodded and she pulled her hand away and gasped for air.

"I think you begin to see the power we hold over the patients we treat 
here," he told the trustees.

"It would appear so," agreed Mrs Weldon.

"I would like to see her reaction when the electricity is passed through 
her delicious little cunt," the Colonel murmured.

Samuel made the adjustments and caught the still recovering girl's 
attention with a touch of the copper wire he still held. She licked her 
lips and whimpered and, shaking like a leaf, put her flat hand over the 
plunger and pushed.

Immediately she was driven erect by the force surging between her slender 
young labia. She was raised onto her toes and shaken by invisible cords. 
Her bottom was clenched and her belly rippling, on and on until Samuel 
nodded once more and allowed her to collapse, whimpering, onto the floor.

"She may appear to have suffered, but her suffering has all been due to 
intense pleasure," he told his audience, going over to lift her to her 
feet, then push his fingers between her legs. She gasped and stiffened 
again, and the doctor withdrew his fingers, gleaming with a thick 
wetness.

"There's only one way to truly gauge a child's excitement," Mr Jones told 
him, his fingers at his breeches, poised to release himself.

"May I?" he asked. "By all means Sir," Doctor Croft nodded.

Karen swallowed, watching wide eyed as the short man in front of her drew 
his breeches apart and grinned at her, a thick cock sprouting from under 
his shirt tails.

Samuel leaned the girl back and pulled one leg up, baring her moist cunt 
to the short man. He in turn, oblivious to the women staring wild eyed at 
his actions, stepped forward and thrust directly into the girl, gasping 
loudly in delight while the girl squealed at her sudden taking.

"Well, really!" Mrs Weldon spat, staring at her colleagues half revealed 
bottom as he used short sharp thrusts to couple with the girl, grunting 
loudly in his efforts while the girl keened her pleasure and held onto 
him for more.

"Perhaps we can offer you some other form of entertainment?" Samuel 
offered the stout woman. "Jasmine has just alerted me to an unhealthy 
sexual relationship between one of the older girls and a much younger 
girl."

"Really? Well, I believe that such activity needs to be punished 
severely," she told him eagerly. Samuel smiled. "We'll have both girls 
brought to the same room, so they can watch their punishment and perhaps 
lend a hand," he smiled.

"Perhaps, if I may," the Reverend was saying, interrupting them as he 
trod from foot to foot in his excitement, a slender and bony finger 
pointed towards the still bent form of Joseph.

"Oh, by all means Reverend," Samuel agreed, then turned to the Colonel. 
"Do I assume your inspection is over?" he asked.

"Inspection? Oh, of course, passed with flying colours. Now, would you 
have another child, a little younger than that one?" he begged.

Samuel smiled. "Perhaps you'll allow Jasmine to choose a child for your 
liking?" he asked.

"Oh yes, and help prepare us both eh? Not as young as I used to be you 
know," he chuckled.

The doctor nodded and waved his daughter forward to tell her what was 
wanted of her. She smiled at the Colonel and led him away, towards the 
dormitories and classrooms where the children would be waiting.

"And what of you Miss Haigh?" Samuel asked.

The lady had been standing nearby, clearly hearing the conversations 
while watching Mr Jones continue his short sharp thrusts into the young 
girl.

"Well, I wondered, perhaps I could more closely examine one of the 
younger girls. You have such incredible facilities here!" she breathed.

Samuel smiled. "Of course Ma'am, and perhaps you'd allow me to assist 
you?" he asked. "Oh my! Well, of course Doctor," she breathed, her hands 
fanning her hot face.

******

The trustees and staff made their way from the room leaving just the 
Reverend and the bound boy alone in the room. Silence, broken only by 
Joseph's dying sobs, filling the room as the Reverend Green admired the 
young boy.

"You were very brave," he murmured, stepping closer and licking his lips 
as more details of the lad's punished bottom appeared to his old 
eyesight. Such smooth flesh, he thought, so beautifully marred by the 
raised and broken lines caused by cane and thin wire.

The boy sniffed and turned his tearstained face towards the man of the 
cloth, sniffing and looking him over as he tried to judge the age of the 
older man.

"Will you let me go?" he asked softly.
The Reverend ignored the question to kneel behind the bend boy and frame 
his lean boyish bottom with his hands.

For the first time in a very, very long time, he smelt soap and a freshly 
cleaned bottom and genitals.

His fingers traced the cuts and welts with the same reverence as the 
figure of Christ in the church. His eyes paid the same devotion to the 
discoloured flesh as to the manuscripts kept carefully in the vault.

And then slowly, as slowly as turning old pages, his thumbs parted the 
tight cheeks of Joseph's little bottom and bared his scarred little anus.

"Dear Lord," he breathed, beginning to shake.

He leaned his face forward and let his trembling lips caress the torn 
skin in front of him. The boy gave a start, then whimpered as the 
Reverend softly kissed the abused flesh, then tenderly licked it.

"Please don't!" the boy cried.

The Reverend tightened his grip and slid his mouth and tongue into the 
boy's anal cleft. He shook with unholy delight as he traced the cleft of 
warm flesh downward, deeper between the tight cheeks, until smooth flesh 
changed to ridged and scarred anal tissue.

His tongue fluttered over the boy's anal ring, feeling it, tasting it, 
and anointing it with saliva. With a groan he pushed his head more firmly 
into the startled boy's bottom, his hands pulling cheek from cheek as he 
fastened his lips about the star like ring and thrust his tongue inward.

"No!" squealed the boy, a sound the Reverend hardly heard as his 
wriggling tongue drew away so the old man could look at the source of his 
pleasure.

"Oh, you little darling!" the man panted.

He slid his index finger onto the little anus and pushed the tip inwards, 
his breath catching as he felt the smoothness of his anal passage. His 
other hand went between the boy's legs and felt for his cock and balls, 
stroking the half hard length while the lad's weeping slowly died to be 
replaced by his shortening breath.

"Ah, liking it now, are we?" he asked, smiling as his finger slid more 
fully into the young boy's entrails.

Joseph gasped, his eyes wide and his bottom tensing as the sensations 
caused by the awful invasion shot into him. His tensing only added to the 
gut feeling and he sobbed and hung his head, hardly believing his cock 
could continue to harden while he felt so bad.

As the Reverend finished bringing the boy to full hardness, he pulled his 
finger out and eagerly licked it, savouring the clean taste of the boy 
and panting with the desire it brought upon him.

"For what we are about to receive," he panted, hurriedly standing behind 
the boy and undoing his breeches. Joseph sensed what was about to happen 
and began to cry and beg between his weeping for mercy. Whether the 
Reverend heard him or not, it made little difference; with his breeches 
around his ankles, he bent his knees slightly and eased his aching 
manhood between the boy's tight cheeks to press upon the resilient little 
anus.

"Please Sir, please!" Joseph wept, twisting his wrists in a vein attempt 
to escape, his hard cock flopping against each of his thighs.

"Pray with me boy," the Reverend breathed, and pushed.

To the complement of Joseph's sobbing wail, the reverend's penis
pushed his anus apart and slid into him. The tight passage served to draw 
his foreskin back, allowing the tender head to feel the full glory of the 
boy's intestines sliding around him, pressing in and filling him with 
heat.

The intense sensation forced the Reverend to stop often; pushing for a 
few moments to feel the incredible pleasure of sliding slowly into the 
tight sheaf of the lad's bottom, then stopping to recover his breath and 
control, his cock swelling and pulsing, eager to continue.

Joseph cried out with each surge up his bottom, his hands banging the 
table uselessly, and then sobbed with the new ache and burn it caused 
inside him, a terrible sensation he couldn't evade or escape.

The slow insurgence was all the more painful for its slowness, but not 
for the Reverend whose many stops for breath allowed him the pleasure of 
gazing down at the boy's smooth back and his lean and mutilated bottom.

Such views alone were worth a fortune to the old man and he groaned with 
delight to see his old cock half buried within the boy's anal cleft, and 
feeling every sob and cry the lad made.

Slowly, thrust after thrust, the Reverend eased his cock past the tight 
ring of the lad's anus and into the smooth channel beyond.

Slowly, he encased himself in the fiery interior of the young boy's 
bottom where the heat invaded his cock, adding strength to his old loins.

Fully embedded, he rocked back and forth, never pulling enough to escape 
the lad's tight anal embrace, yet enough to feel himself move within that 
silken smooth orifice, each tug back and forth causing the boy to 
tighten, and each sudden tightening causing his cock to lurch and 
stiffen.

"Blessed are the meek!" The Reverend called, his head turned up to heaven 
as the boy's gripping bottom finally brought on his pleasure.

"Yes, take my blessing!" he sobbed, doubled over the sobbing boy as his 
cock spurted time and time again, flowing with liquor he'd not been able 
to achieve for several months.