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 coincidently.

Story Codes: ped, mast, sm, voy and humil

Chapter 4, New Stock

Alice Marchant looked forward to today's visit as she travelled alongside 
Lord Holmes in his special carriage. Both the driver and the coachman had 
been told that there would be a bonus of a whole shilling each, if they 
did a good job. 

It was a bright sunny day and the journey was much smoother than usual 
due the unique design of the carriage springs and to Alice's delight the 
interior was completely enclosed to prying eyes.

On arrival at the orphanage in Hamstead, Richard helped Alice to step 
down from his carriage smiling as he admired her radiance. Realising that 
she was just as much flushed with lust, as he was made this occasion even 
more special for him. 

Looking around for prying eyes just as if they were husband and wife, 
Alice took hold of Richard's arm as he escorted her into the building.

The bursar and the matron almost fell over themselves to welcome their 
special guests and showed them into a small but comfortable office, where 
a very pretty young girl was nervously waiting to serve them with some 
welcome refreshment. 

Richard removed his pocket-handkerchief to dust down the chairs before 
they sat down, and then smiled as he watched the fumbled attempts of this 
poor child to serve them, which ended up with her spilling the 
refreshments all over the carpet.

"Watch what you are doing child! Or you'll get another whipping," the 
matron said abruptly, brandishing a dog whip that she had just unhooked 
from her waist.

As he watched the entertainment, Richard thought of all the times he had 
spent wandered the streets of London looking for young girls. All he had 
needed to do was to pass this matron a backhander and he could have 
watched her whipping any number of girls, like this one.

Annoyed that the girl hadn't learnt her lesson from the last time she 
spilt the refreshments, the matron dismissed the girl swiping her cruelly 
across her pert little bottom with the dog whip, which almost caused her 
to drop the tray.

"We rarely have visitors who are Royalty," she told them. 

Richard had enjoyed the spectacle, but waited for the young girl to leave 
before turning to his hosts.

"Please remember, that we are here on a very private matter. You must 
never tell anyone."

"Oh yes. We understand. Don't we Maud?" the bursar said, shaking with his 
nervousness.

"Oh, of course, of course." the matron told them.

"We were told that we could rely on you both," Alice confided. 

"Oh, you can, you can!" the bursar told them. "Discretion is out by-word, 
isn't it Maud?"  "Oh yes. Our by-word," she told them as she folded her 
arms across her amble bust and smiled.

"Then perhaps we could inspect the children now?" Richard asked.

"What all of them?" Maud said in surprise, a touch of nervousness in her 
voice.

"Didn't you receive my instruction, that ALL the children should be 
available for a thorough inspection?" Alice replied with a frustrated 
tone.

"We didn't think you meant ALL the children," the bursar said; sweat 
beginning to build on his brow. "We thought that you were only interested 
in the younger ones." 

Alice suspected that it was because the older children were being hired 
out to wealthy gentry. They would be in constant demand by both men and 
women alike and cruelly abused for hours as they desperately struggled to 
do as they were told and entertain them. 

"Well that's not good enough, have ALL the children assembled in the main 
hall straight away." Richard said sharply. 

Alice struggled not to laugh, but waited until the couple had left to 
assemble the children, before having a little chuckle. 

"Are you always so pompous?" she asked him. 

Richard grinned; showing a mischievous side to his character, like that a 
little boy who liked to play games with others, using his name and 
position to get what he wanted.

Alice started to show distinct signs of lust now as she turned to Richard 
and whispered, "I'll do the inspections," acknowledging the return of a 
flushed and excited bursar. Richard smiled, as his passions had always 
been voyeuristic and he was very happy with this arrangement.

"They are ALL being gathered in the hall now my Lord," the bursar said as 
he went to the door to check on their progress, worried that the children 
might not be what the couple were looking for. 

Hard times had hit this orphanage making it necessary to sell the 
children to make ends meet. Amongst the corrupt establishments that Alice 
now started to trade with, this was a most satisfactory solution to their 
problems. 

"Please follow me," the bursar said as his guests rose to their feet and 
then followed him into the main hall. 

Children of all ages stood in three rows, not daring to look directly at 
the fine lady and gentleman, but stood nervously to attention as they had 
been told to do.

"Are they clean?" Alice asked the matron in an abrupt tone as if to 
humiliate the children. 

"Yes madam! They were thoroughly cleansed for your visit," she said, as 
if to emphasise the special preparations that had been taken for their 
special guests.

"Good, in that case remove all your clothes, then line up girls on my 
left and boys on my right, facing each other!" Alice ordered them, with a 
very excited voice. 

"Quickly now! You heard the lady," the matron told the children. 

Alice watched as the children removed all their clothing, enjoying the 
obvious embarrassment that this caused them and was delighted to see 
numerous scares and welds all over their bodies.

She noticed how flushed Richard was as he watched and how rampant his 
cock had become, which caused the front of his trousers to bulge 
obscenely outwards. 

When the children had done as they were told, she stepped forward 
abruptly to start her inspections. Alice decided to inspect the girls 
first, in order to give the boy's cocks plenty of time to get aroused. 

She chose as her first victim, the young girl who had served them 
refreshments, a nervous but attractive child of about 12 years old. 
Stepping around the back of her to admire her shapely bottom and thighs, 
Alice was pleased to see that many of the whip marks still remained. 

Alice was also pleased to see that most of the children had whip marks on 
their bottoms and thighs and started to form a much higher opinion of 
this sadistic woman. It was becoming clear to Alice, that the matron also 
shared her passions for inflicting severe abuse and punishments on these 
unfortunate children.

Moving around to the front of the girl, Alice was delighted to see that 
the child's nipples were starting to harden, whether from fear or the 
coldness of the hall it didn't matter and that her budding breasts were 
also scared from a recent whipping. 

Fine hairs had also started to grow around her cunt and she blushed hotly 
as Alice stroked them gently for a few moments, until she felt the girl 
lean into her probing figures. Alice tightened her grip as she watched 
the girl's eyes widen in surprise and pain, her mouth letting out a gasp. 

"I'm going to enjoy pulling these out, one by one," Alice told her 
softly, twisting the curls to make the girl rise on her toes and gasp 
again. 

No hygiene sessions at St Saviour's were ever finished until all the 
hairs are pulled out one by one from around the child's genitals and 
anuses and sealed with hot wax to discourage further growth.

Alice then placed her finger between the girl's legs prying open her 
labia to find it hot and wet, the entrance to her cunt opening to her 
touch.
 
At the same time, she brought her hand sharply down on her already 
bruised bottom and began to spank her in a slow but firm rhythm, until 
the girl started to struggle delightfully.

"Well, well," Alice sneered. "Like pain as well do you?" she asked. A 
long stiff finger invaded the girl's cunt and brought the girl onto her 
toes again, gasping for breath and begging her new mistress for release. 

Alice laughed and released her, moving on down the line and telling her 
over her shoulder to go stand by the door. 

All the girls went through this same ordeal, one after the other and when 
she had finished inspecting them the hall echoed to their screams. They 
stamped their feet and shook uncontrollably, as they struggled to contain 
the severe pain and the frustration of not being allowed any sexual 
release.  

By the time Alice had finished inspecting the girls and had moved over to 
the boys, she noted with delight that most of them now sported rampant 
cocks nicely aroused by this very erotic entertainment. 

Choosing a handsome boy of about 13 years old to start her inspections, 
Alice was delighted to see that several whip marks remained across his 
bottom and thighs as well.
 
Whip marks were just as prominent on the other boy's bodies and there 
were signs of bruising all around their genitals, which was a delight to 
behold for Alice.

Moving around to the front of this Adonis, Alice reached out to draw her 
fingers over the shaft of his cock, and then run her nails along its 
underside, watching his expression, as his well-endowed penis jerked 
uncontrollably. 

A hairy bush of curls enveloped his cock and balls and Alice thought of 
the pain he would suffer, as she pulled these hairs out one by one. 

Releasing her hand from his cock, she took hold of his balls and squeezed 
them hard causing him to bend double, offering his handsome bottom to 
her. 

Lifting her hand above her shoulder, she started to spank him in the same 
way as she had the girl whilst also digging her nails deep into the shaft 
immediately behind the head of his cock, his body jerking uncontrollably 
as he cried out.

Placing her finger at the entrance to his anus, she suddenly pushed it 
all the way in whilst continuing her rough masturbation of his penis. 

"Let it go now!" she told him.

As his cock spurted his seed across the high polished floor, Alice 
glanced over to Richard who was watching the procedure with a smile and 
to the matron who was clearly livid that he could disgrace himself so 
publicly.

"Clean it up!" Alice spat.

The boy dropped down to quickly press his tongue to the bare wooden floor 
and lick up the long trails of seed his cock had produced.

"Go stand with the girl's when you've finished," she told him as she 
moved on to the next boy, who was now trembling in his oversized shoes.

When Alice had finished her inspections there were 6 girls and 4 boys 
standing nervously by the door, not knowing what was going to happen or 
why so many had been chosen.
  
Richard noticed the relief on the faces of the bursar and the matron that 
so many children had been chosen. 

"Why you have ten children there!" the bursar said, trying to make light 
of it.

"Don't worry!" Richard laughed. "We aim to give you two shillings for 
each one as long as you arrange for their transportation to St 
Saviour's," he smiled.

"Two shillings each," the bursar said with a smile, his fingers counting 
as he rapidly did his sums.

The total would come to a nearly a whole guinea. He glanced over to the 
matron who beamed excitingly as she nodded her head for him to agree.

"All right, but make it a whole guinea!" he told them, thrusting his 
sweaty hand forward to handshake the agreement.

The delivery of the ten children was arranged for the next day, when they 
would be introduced to even harsher routines at St Saviour's their new 
home.

Jeremy Stevens and Greta Foulds were late for their appointment and now 
had to hurry along the long cinder path to the workhouse at Deptford. 
It was a large and imposing building, standing well back from the river 
and designed to house up to 150 paupers. 

On arrival at this workhouse, men women and children are separated, which 
means that the section where the children are kept is isolated and well 
away from any interfering adults. 

The master had agreed that the matron could show them around the 
children's quarters but it became clear that they both wanted to see 
different aspects of the children's routines.
 
The way that they were punished held Greta's fascination and she asked to 
visit the schoolroom, whilst the medical facilities interested Jeremy and 
he had asked to visit the infirmary. 

However, time was not on their side so they had to settle for visiting 
just the dormitories where they were told that many children would be 
waiting for them to inspect.

Although a fine sunny day outside, the children were freezing and they 
huddled together to keep warm. After a tour of the children's quarters 
the matron showed them to the boy's dormitory, which was above the 
schoolroom on the first floor. 

After examining the boy's reactions to having their cocks and balls 
roughly manipulated and their bottoms endlessly poked and prodded, Jeremy 
and Greta selected three handsome young boys to take back to St 
Saviour's.
  
The matron then led them to the girl's dormitory, which was up a steep 
flight of stairs on the second floor. As they were looking around Greta 
spotted a group of three girls huddled together. 

Pulling on Jeremy's sleeve to draw his attention, she moved closer to get 
a better look. An older girl cuddled two younger ones as they sat on a 
bed with a torn blanket over them desperately trying to keep warm. 

They looked up nervously at the two adults approached, softly whimpering 
as they prepared themselves for more rough handling, which they had 
become used to in this god-forsaken place. 

It turned out that these children were sisters and had been orphaned 
recently after a tragic accident claimed their parent's lives. 

Doctor Stevens made the girl's stand up and lift their ragged little 
dresses so he could judge the state they were in. He concluded that they 
were a little on the thin side and would require feeding up, but apart 
from that they were would do very nicely indeed. 

All three girls had attractive little bottoms and thighs, which were 
covered with dozens of marks from recent abuse and punishments. 

It was rumoured that both the matron and the schoolmistress were very 
sadistic with these orphans and this delighted Miss Foulds, as she now 
observed evidence of their splendid work first hand.

From his examinations, Jeremy concluded that all three sisters had plumb 
little cunts; the older one also had nicely developing breasts with cute 
little nipples that stuck out like bullets from the cold and damp 
atmosphere.

Jeremy nodded to Greta who stepped closer to the youngsters, offering 
them a new home in soft tones, so no other children in the dormitory 
would hear her and crowd around for the same opportunity. 

It took some time to convince them, but Greta reached out to tenderly 
touch them, telling them how pretty they would look again, the fancy 
clothes they'd wear and the rich people that would want to come and play 
with them. 

After a while the older girl smiled and nodded her approval, the younger 
ones following her as they held onto the hands of their new guardians. 

The price of one guinea duly paid, the sisters were loaded into the 
waiting carriage, alongside five other children, the three boys and two 
girls who had been chosen earlier.

The driver was well paid for his services and delighted in hearing the 
muffled screams of the children as Jeremy and Greta repeatedly and 
cruelly fondled and abused their quarry during the journey back to St 
Saviour's their new home.

David Smith set out alone in his carriage for the long trip to a little 
village on the Hertfordshire border, a full day's journey there and back 
and many miles from the centre of London. 

His driver had been in his service for many years and had been sworn to 
secrecy about the many trips David Smith made, looking for children to 
ravish under the cover of the carriage's enclosed compartment. 

The loss of his daughters had made him very frustrated, making his trips 
more frequent and recently, he had also become less concerned about the 
sex of the children he picked up. 

In the sanctuary of the darken compartment he would rape and abuse them, 
their piecing screams completely unheard by anyone other then his driver 
and himself in the openness of the countryside.

After what had been a very long and bumpy ride David was pleased to get 
out of his carriage when they reaching the village. 

He walked towards the village green where Alice had told him an old woman 
would be waiting for him. He was to look for a quaint little cottage with 
a thatched roof and crooked chimney pots next to the duck pond.

"You looking for something mister," asked a voice from a window of the 
pretty little cottage.

David looked around him before looking at the old hag who'd spoken then 
shrugged his shoulders. "Alice Marchant sent me to collect a package," he 
told her.   

"Come round the back," she told him smiling as she disappearing from the 
open window.

He followed the narrow path around the back of the cottage, where the old 
woman was waiting by the backdoor with two children standing in front of 
her, a boy and a girl of about the same age.

David's excitement was now evident as he looked at these adorable 
children who he guessed were about 11 years old. They had pale 
complexions and their large dark eyes spoke to him of their complete 
fear.

"How much?" he asked.

A sly look came across her face as she weighed him up judging him by his 
clothes and manner. "A guinea to you Mr Smith, but you has to take them 
both, I am not going to be left with just the one," she warned him.

David had always preferred girls but lately he had acquired a taste for 
boys as well, so when Alice instructed him to bring back any children the 
woman offered, he was delighted to take them both.

When he had paid the woman, the children were practically thrown at him, 
neither of them speaking as he guided them through the village, his head 
lowered against the prying eyes of the villagers, back to the safety of 
his enclosed carriage.

As they approached the carriage the driver congratulated him on his 
acquisition and David bundled the children inside unceremoniously and sat 
opposite them as the carriage was driven away at speed down the unmade 
and bumpy country lane.

David now had a chance to study the children much more closely as the 
carriage wound its way through the country lanes and through the dark and 
eyrie forests on its way back to London from rural Hertfordshire.

The children stared back without expression, the same facial features and 
the similar ages suggesting that they were in fact twins. 

Perhaps a little thin and under-nourished, they were however very 
attractive and they promised to be a delightful and entertaining 
distraction on the way home.

"Have you got names?" he asked them.

Neither child spoke or moved other than to sit back on the leather seats 
as they were thrown off during the ride. This was most entertaining as 
the children were never really able to sit still properly and kept 
bumping themselves on the floor of the carriage as they slipped off the 
seats.

As the journey progressed, the silence of the children irritated him and 
he tried looking out of the window at the beautiful countryside but this 
was so boring. After a few miles he started to get increasingly annoyed 
at the way that children just watched him and had made no attempt to 
answer his question. 

He would have punished his daughters most severely for being this 
disrespectful and felt that it was high time that these children learnt a 
few painful lessons themselves now.   
 
"Don't you know that it is rude not to answer your elders?" he told them.

The same large dark eyes continued staring at him.

"Stop it." he told them. "Look outside or something," he spat. 

There was silence again for a few more miles until they entered a large 
forest and the girl started to cry. Her brother cuddled her and David 
knew that this was to right time to have some fun with them.   

"Right! Enough is enough!" he said banging on the roof of the carriage 
for the driver to stop.

They were miles from anywhere in a forest clearing. He stepped out and 
bundled the children out after him and threw them to the floor.

"I'll teach to make fun of me!" he said, breathing heavily with lust as 
he half carried and half dragged them towards one of the fallen trees.

"I'm going to wipe that look of your faces!" he told them straightening 
up to remove his belt from his britches. It was a broad belt, made of 
good polished leather. 

He could hold the buckle in his palm and wrap the belt partially around 
his hand to leave a good length for use. It was a method that worked very 
well and he had used this belt many times to punish his daughters with. 

His favourite position, when he had the opportunity was to have them on 
their backs in the knees to chest position. 

The advantage of this position was that he could enjoy watching the way 
their genitals and anuses reacted, during the thrashing he would 
administer with his belt, to their widely parted bottoms and thighs.

Remembering the enjoyable times he had with his pretty daughters now 
increased his excitement and he picked the boy up off the ground and 
pushed him roughly towards a waiting tree, which lay on the forest floor 
as thick as a horses back.

"I'll teach you!" he told the lad. He was going to thrash the boy, then 
enjoy himself with his pretty sister afterwards.

He boy squirmed and whimpered, as one large hand held him tight up 
against the tree and the other quickly pulled his britches down and then 
off, baring his lovely tight little bottom.
     
"A belting for you boy, to show your sister what's going to happen to her 
if she doesn't do as I tell her." 

Gripping the boy about the neck he made him straddle the trunk. This 
position fully exposed his anus and squashed his handsome cock and balls 
up against the tree trunk in a most painful and unforgiving way.

Swinging the belt over his head, he brought it down with force across his 
cute rounded little bottom and the boy screamed. David grinned as he 
watched the boy struggle to twist his bottom out of the belt's reach, not 
waiting for the weld to develop before delivering another even harder 
stroke across the same bottom cheek.

"Yes, got a voice now, haven't you boy!" he sneered as he swung the belt 
yet again across his tight little bottom. The lad howled and fought to 
escape, but David only gripped him tighter and continued to thrash him, 
not satisfied until his bottom was covered with welds and was a livid red 
colour. 

Only a few feet away, his sister watched as her brother's bare bottom was 
being thrashed with a horrific fascination. She held her hand over her 
mouth as she cried fretfully, trying to imagine the pain that the belt 
would inflict to her sensitive little bottom. 

With terrible precision, David thrashed this little boy's bottom in a way 
he would never dare do with his own daughters. The reason being that his 
wife was always there to stop him hurting his daughters. However, with 
these children and the boys and girls he picked up, there was no one to 
care what happened to them and he took full advantage of this. 

Letting the boy go, David stood back and watched as he rubbed his bottom, 
his face contorted from his uncontrolled crying. The boy stood facing his 
audience with his cock fully erect and sore from the bark's friction. His 
balls wobbled comically from side to side as he frantically tried to rub 
the pain from his bruised and stinging bottom. 

David imagined, that if he hadn't got the sister to service him today he 
would have enjoyed ravishing this little boy. He would masturbate his 
cock and then roughly squeeze his balls, as he fucking him deep in his 
cute little bottom with long slow thrusts.  

Turning to the girl he was pleased to see the fear in her tear stained 
face, as she begged him with her large eyes not to hurt her. This only 
served to inflame his sadistic lust and he grabbed her by her hair and 
dragged her over to very same trunk.

The opportunity to thrash this child's adorable little bottom had proved 
far too erotic to miss and with a voice made deep from emotion, he order 
her to remove all her clothing. 

With the sound of the boy's crying in the background, David watched as 
the girl undressed, her fingers nervously undoing the buttons on her 
simple dress to make it fall and leave her naked. 

Just as he had imagined, her cute little pubis was nicely bald and 
decorated with a light sprinkling of hairs around her vulva.

"Straddle the trunk like your brother," he ordered the child, his cock 
aching to ejaculate its seed.

The girl did as she was told and straddled the trunk, which exposed her 
anus and tight little cunt forcing her bottom wide apart. The look on her 
face as she turned her head to one side and pushed her little bottom out, 
both quickened his pulse and stirred the lust in his cock.

Then a thought came to mind. The boy still stood to one side, crying 
fitfully, as he rubbed his burning bottom.

"Come here boy!" David ordered.

The boy's crying intensified as he did as he was told, his cock now 
rampant from seeing his sister fully exposed and David grinned, pushing 
the boy down on to his knees in front of him.
 
"Now boy," he said, his voice quivering with passion, as he struggled to 
control his breathing. Undoing his britches, he pulled his shirttail 
aside and let his rampant and erect cock spring out in front of the boy.

"If you don't want another beating, you will suck my cock," he panted, 
one hand holding his penis and the other behind the boy's head, guiding 
his mouth towards his manhood.

The boy made no sound and accepted the bloated penis into his mouth, 
licking it softly as he looked into his new master's eyes hoping for some 
small amount of praise. 

It didn't come and David thrust his cock even deep into the boy's mouth, 
sighing with delight as the young tongue sucked deliciously on his shaft. 
He remembered the girl and watched as she tried to turn her head to gaze 
at her brother, her eyes large and round as she trembled in fear. 

"You've lost your chance girl to please me," he told her as he lifted the 
belt high over his shoulder. The feel of the boy's mouth sucking hard on 
his cock and the girl's obscene pose made him lurch excitedly. He then 
brought the belt down with as much force as could muster across her 
bottom, which left a delicious red mark to come to the surface.

The girl's screams were music to his ears and her struggles to free 
herself from the pain in her blisted bottom, matched that of his cock as 
it searched for the back of the boy's throat.

The belt was raised again over his shoulder and David brought it down 
again across the same part of her pert little bottom, wrapping it around 
her thigh to catch her unawares on her tender cunt. 

Her screams rose to a new volume as she struggled, scrapping her pert 
little breasts and tender nipples against the rough bark. 

"Knees further apart," he ordered. The little girl shuffled her knees 
apart to straddle the tree trunk even further; stretching her anal 
muscles far beyond what she was normally used too.

"More," David shouted, bring the belt down directly onto the child's anus 
to teach her a lesson. 

His hand still behind the lad's head keeping his cock deep inside his 
mouth, as he started to draw it back and forth in a slow rhythm.

The girl's thighs were now stretched as far apart as they would go, 
lifting her bottom high up into the air. Using her knees to grip the 
trunk, much the same, as she would ride a pony bareback without stirrups, 
the little girl waited for the pain of the next stroke.

David pushed the boy's head hard down on his rampant cock, not caring 
when the boy gagged, the bloated cock head filling the lad's throat 
completely. In front of him the girl's position straddling the tree trunk 
was a sight to behold and his breathing started to increase. 

A mist came across him, as he let the boy withdraw for air, only to jam 
his mouth over his cock again. As he did, he twisted the belt and brought 
it down sideways directly onto the little girl's cunt, making even the 
forest wildlife react to her piecing scream. 

As the girl writhed from the pain in her cunt, David was unable to 
control his lust and dropped his belt to grab hold of the boy's head, 
driving his cock in a steady rhythm, deep inside his throat until his 
cock exploded. 

Gagging, the boy was made to swallow every bit of David's seed as his 
sister feverously clawed at her burning cunt to numb the pain. 

His lust completely satisfied, David ordered his driver to get the 
children back in the carriage, which he did with a smile on his face. One 
of the perks of his job was being able to watch and enjoy the abuse of 
all the children Mr Smith picked up, making it all the more special.

The trip back to St Saviour's their new home was a long and tiring one 
and the twins fidgeted uncontrollably, as the bumpy country roads 
tortured their sore little bottoms. 

He desperately wanted to rape them both, but Alice had made it clear to 
him that he could punish the children if they needed it, but under no 
circumstances was he to deflower the merchandise. 

"There would be plenty of opportunity for that tomorrow," he thought.

Later that evening, Alice Marchant reviewed the day's exploits with her 
fellow governors and declared the day a complete success. They had 
purchased twenty children, eight boys and twelve girls, all for the 
bargain price of just three guineas.

"St Saviour's will soon be back to normal!" Alice said, as she 
congratulated the governors on a good job well done. 

"Tomorrow," she smiled, we will introduce these poor children to the 
harsh realities of their new life here at St Saviour's."