INHERITANCE

A dark and sadistic tale set in England during the First World War

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, sm and incest 

Chapter 5, Abigail Williams

It couldn't have been an easy journey from London for these children, but 
that didn't concern Victoria, who was just pleased that they had finally 
arrived.

The children stood in two rows, the boys on the left, the girls on the 
right, and were listening to Simon's welcoming speech, whilst their new 
teachers, Miss Baker and Miss Park eagerly made notes of any 
disobedience. 

This gave Victoria the perfect opportunity to look them over and to 
wonder what they would look like naked; their limbs tied wide apart and 
struggling to cope with the pain and pleasure they were going to have to 
endure.

Victoria could feel all the excitement of this new venture starting to 
build inside her, and could also see the same thing happening to her 
brother. But she felt nervousness too, a nervousness that came from 
having to rely upon others to keep the clandestine activities at 
Birchwood Grange a secret.

What is worth it she wondered? 

Her eyes wondered along the two rows of children and stopped when she 
came across a very pretty, but precocious looking little girl. Unlike the 
others who wore ragged clothes, she looked much better kept and carried a 
rag doll, something the others looked upon with expressions ranging from 
scorn to envy. 

Looking down the list, she read the scribbled notes beside her name and 
calculated that she must be Abigail Williams. At twelve, she had been 
made an orphan, when her mother committed suicide rather than face life 
without her husband, now dead in the trenches. 

The other children all came from much poorer districts of London and 
looked as if they'd had a harsh life, but not Abigail Williams, who was 
acting like a proper little lady. 

When Simon had finished his welcome speech, Victoria looked directly into 
their frightened eyes, almost as if she was challenging them to disobey 
her.

"Now listen to me very carefully!" Victoria said.

"Here at Birchwood Grange you will be fed, clothed and educated, but mark 
my words, if you disobey, you will be punished," she told them, her eyes 
as cold as ice.

"Do you understand?" Victoria asked them sharply.

"Yes Miss," the children chorused. 

A real sense of excitement started to build inside Victoria as she 
listened to their nervous reply, and from her knowledge, that due to the 
sadistic nature of the staff, they didn't have to disobey, in order to be 
cruelly punished.

"Right! Boys with me, girls with Miss Baker," Miss Park ordered.

As their teachers escorted them into the priory, Simon and Victoria 
withdrew discreetly upstairs to the special storeroom that Anne had 
recommended be conveniently built in-between the dormitories and the 
bathrooms.

The storeroom, had six spy holes in total; two on the far wall that 
looked into each of the dormitories, depending on which you put your eye 
to, left or right, and four more, two on each wall with the two on the 
left looking into the boys bathroom, and the two on the other wall, the 
girls bathroom. 

They watched as the children were escorted into their dormitories and 
assigned a sturdy cast iron bed each, which they had to stand at the end 
of and await further instructions. 

Just looking at the children and imagining all the things that could and 
would be happing to them, caused Simon and Victoria to pant with 
excitement.

"Which do you want first, a girl or a boy?" Victoria asked in a hot 
whisper. 

Simon had his eye to the girl's dormitory spy hole and was admiring all 
their girlish forms.

"Oh! A girl of course," he told her, breathless with excitement.

Victoria did too, she decided. 

The boys would take longer to train, to have them become the perfect 
slaves to her passions, and able to hold their erections long enough to 
pleasure her. The girls, from her experience, would do anything to avoid 
being punished.

Through her peep hole, she could see the boy's undress and put their 
clothes in a large hamper before stepping obediently back to the end of 
their bed, covering themselves with their hands before being told sharply 
to stand to attention again. 

Their cocks and balls dangled enticingly, some starting to erect from to 
the cold, some completely hairless, and a few had a splattering of hairs 
that would have to be pulled out. 

As they were marched into the bathroom, Victoria's thighs tightened as 
she caught of brief glimpse of their handsome little bottoms, as yet 
unmarked by any punishment. 

Moving to one of the side peepholes, she tried not to breathe quite so 
loudly as she listened to Miss Park explain to them just how she intended 
to ensure that they were clean and healthy.

Their little faces soon turned from pale to flushed, then pale again, as 
they eyed all the fittings and apparatus.
 
Both bathrooms were covered with wall-to-wall white tiling that made them 
appear much larger than they really were. There were no toilets; only 
scary looking enema apparatus with long tubes and large nozzles hanging 
on the back wall, a solid metal beam running lengthwise, and a sloping 
floor that had several grilled drains. 

Built into the ceilings, walls and floors of the bathrooms were tiny 
holes through which powerful jets of warm water was forced, designed to 
give their genitals a through cleansing.

Victoria tore her eyes from the boy's bathroom and hurried across to the 
spare peephole on the far wall, licking her lips as she saw the   girls 
being marched into their bathroom, breasts sprouting from some, and all 
their nipples hard from the cold. 

Only Abigail welcomed the water, as she was the only one to have been 
brought up with the luxury of a bathroom. Their frantic squeals fell on 
deaf ears, as Louisa pulled out any pubic hairs, and then washed and 
scrubbed their struggling little bodies.

Victoria reluctantly took her eyes from the peephole, knowing she'd miss 
them being pushed over the beam, and the enema solution forced deep into 
their lovely little bottoms. 

She slid over to her brother, and ran her hands down his broad back, 
grinning as he groaned.

"They are so lovely, and so trusting!" he breathed.

The first girl was taken and pushed over the waiting beam, and once 
there, Miss Baker made her take a quart of warm soapy solution, and then 
under the threat of being punished hold it in for a full five minutes 
before expelling the solution. 

Simon enjoyed watching them as they desperately tried to avoid being 
punished, and seeing how their lovely breasts held their shape, even as 
they were turned over the beam.

Victoria knelt and carefully unbuttoned her brother, releasing his stout 
cock.

"They excite you! Don't they?" she asked. 

She now held him, and felt underneath for his balls, her delight growing 
as she felt how large and full they were.

"Oh yes! They're such little tarts!" Simon breathed.  

They stood under the jets again after their enemas, stroking flesh that 
looked so smooth and so translucent that he could make out the small blue 
veins running just under the surface. 

Victoria's warm hands slid around his cock and held it still while warm 
lips slid over the head to gently kiss it, and then moisten it with her 
tongue. 

Simon groaned, his breath quickening, as he felt his sister begin to 
mouth his cock.

"What are they doing now?" she asked, removing her mouth from his cock 
for a moment.

"They're soaping themselves," he breathed. 

"Miss Baker has told them to use their fingers to make sure they're 
thoroughly clean," he panted. Right in front of his eyes, the girls were 
using their soapy fingers between their thighs and bottoms to clean their 
genitals. 

The taste of her brother's cock was swallowed and Victoria took more in 
her mouth, wanting the strong flavour and sucking her breath in through 
her nose as she imagined the scene. 

Miss Baker smiled, as she watched the girls' masturbate themselves, and 
all under the pretext of keeping themselves clean. Simon gasped and 
looked away, closing his eyes as Victoria sucked his seed from his cock, 
and licked until he grew soft again.

"Jesus Victoria, when are you going to let me have you?" he demanded.

"When I'm ready," she told him calmly.

"Soon," she admitted when she saw that she hadn't totally satisfied him.

"Let's choose a child to entertain us, tonight," Victoria suggested.

"Yes! One of the girls," Simon breathed.

"What about Abigail Williams? It will be most entertaining to watch that 
precocious little tart being humiliated," Victoria suggested. 

Simon smiled excitedly at his sister and nodded his agreement.

"Tonight! Abigail will join us for dinner, and then later, she will 
provide the entertainment," Victoria promised.

******

Abigail was told that she would be dining at the Grange that evening, 
just when she was feeling at her lowest, and when even thinking about her 
mother brought tears to her eyes. 

She wiped the tears away and spent the rest of the afternoon dreaming 
about what it would be like up at the Grange, and desperately hoping that 
Master Simon would become besotted with her, even though she was only 
twelve.

Miss Bishop arrived in plenty of time to prepare Abigail, and had her 
moved to a private room. 

As a nurse, Anne preferred the intimacy of a private room, to really 
enjoy the reactions of her little patients as she unleashed feelings of a 
sexual nature, sometimes for the very first time.

Abigail's uncontrolled writhing and bucking as Anne slowly massaged the 
special salves into her skin, indicated that although she liked to act 
the little lady, she was in fact a little tart, just like all the rest of 
them.

It was a nervously but excited Abigail that sat cuddled next to Miss 
Bishop in the back seat of the Rolls Royce, as they were driven up to the 
Grange that evening.

"Now! Remember, you are to do exactly as you are told," Miss Bishop 
whispered in her ear, as they arrived at the tradesman's entrance.

"Do you understand?" Miss Bishop asked sharply.

Yes Miss," Abigail said, but her excitement was starting to fade now that 
she knew that she wasn't going to be arriving at the front door of the 
Grange, like proper guests do.

Thanking Walter the chauffer, Miss Bishop escorted the girl into the 
kitchen where Agnes Harris, the cook was waiting for them.

"Oh dear! You don't look very happy," the cook said as she poured the 
child a glass of special lemonade. 

"Drink this! It will make you feel better," Agnes said with a smile.

By the time that Abigail was escorted to the dinning room, the child was 
feeling the effects of the drugged lemonade, and Anne sensed that 
Victoria and Simon wouldn't be disappointed with the entertainment after 
all.

******

The clock in the hall chimed nine and the gentle laughter that had 
followed one of Simon's anecdotes, gently drifted away leaving a moment 
of silence.

The dinner had been marvellous, with all three adults being able to watch 
and talk to Abigail, learning more about her whims and ideals, laughing 
at her childish misconceptions and thinking just how much she had yet to 
learn.

That Abigail was besotted with Master Simon was clear from the first few 
minutes, when she seemed disinclined to look anywhere else but into his 
deep blue eyes.

He played shamelessly to her, often touching her hand or turning to smile 
at her, outrageous behaviour for a man and a child anywhere else, but a 
perfect little appetizer for the entertainment to come.

The meal came to an end, and June and Mary served liqueurs under the 
sharp eyes of the John the butler, while he helped Simon choose and light 
a cigar. 

They all retired to the library where a welcoming fire had been lit, and 
a large screen placed in the corner. 

Victoria and Simon sat in comfortable armchairs, whilst Anne attended to 
Jeremy and Hannah who had been allowed to watch through spy holes in the 
screen. It was Simon's idea to make them watch and masturbate, so they 
would be fully aroused, for use later that evening. 

Mary had been given the responsibility, under the threat of severe 
punishment of ensuring that they continually masturbated, and was told to 
take over if the stopped. 

Meanwhile, Abigail was looking at all the wonderful paintings of horses 
that hung on the library walls.

"Oh! The Grange is so lovely. I wish I could stay here, instead of at the 
Priory!" Abigail said whimsically, hoping someone would hear her pleads 
and suggested that she stayed.

"The rules are very strict here. You wouldn't like them," Miss Bishop 
told her sharply, then slowly sipped her liqueur.

"But I might though, mightn't I?" Abigail asked. Miss Bishop slowly 
sipped her liqueur, letting the moment be drawn out so that Victoria and 
Simon could enjoy the child's anxiousness.

"No, I don't think so," she said at last. 

Abigail looked crestfallen. Her little shoulders slumped and then her 
head fell, hiding the hot tears that slid from under her eyes to drop 
onto her lap. 

There was silence for a few moments as the adults drank in the lovely 
sight, their hearts hammering as they looked at her, and imagined the 
rest of the evening, and how entertaining it was going to be.

Then, at last, Simon cleared his throat. 

"Couldn't she at least, be given a chance?" he asked. 

He sounded so beseeching; it was all Victoria could do not to laugh.

"Why don't give her some tests!" he asked plaintively.

Abigail, given a straw to cling to, looked up at the two women with new 
hope, her love for Master Simon growing with all his attempts to help 
her. 

He clearly loved her! She thought. Her heart pounded while, in her mind, 
she vowed she would pass any test and adhere to the rules no matter how 
strict they were. 

She would do it for Master Simon, her love, she vowed.

"You do realise! If she fails these tests, that she would have to be sent 
away?" Anne said to Simon, with a sly smile. 

"Oh! I won't fail. I won't!" Abigail cried. 

The very thought of being sent away again, having just found a new home, 
sent feelings of dread through her. 

Anne smiled at her without humour; and Simon smiled encouragingly at her 
filling her heart with love. Abigail returned Victoria's stare and 
waited, her heart in her mouth.

"Alright! Come here," Victoria ordered. Abigail walked briskly over to 
stand in front of Victoria, her eyes challenging her new mistress to give 
a test she couldn't manage to do. 

Victoria's eyes returned her challenge, with the knowledge that she 
wouldn't be satisfied with anything less than total obedience from the 
child.

"Are you ready to be tested?" Victoria asked.

"Oh! Yes Miss," Abigail said meekly. 

Her eyes darting from Master Simon, to Miss Victoria who was smiling for 
the first time now, her eyes taking a moment to enjoy the girl's 
nervousness.
 
"Remove all your clothes!" she told her curtly.

Abigail gasped and, her mouth hanging open, turned to look at each of the 
adults, including her love. He was smiling, encouraging her. She 
remembered to shut her mouth and turned back to look at Victoria, who sat 
waiting and calm, no outward sign of her excitement.

"What! All of them?" Abigail gasped.

"Yes!" Victoria replied curtly.

Victoria was dying to have the child tied down and her limbs spread wide 
for her to ravish. She wanted to straddle the child and smear her young 
skin with her excitement, then ride her face, feeling her weep into her 
cunt. She wanted to watch as ever larger implements were forced deep into 
her tight little cunt and anus, and watch as her orifices were stretched 
to there limit around them.

"Here! In front of you all?" Abigail whispered, her breath leaving her 
with the pounding of her heart.

"Of course!" Victoria chided. "How else are we going to examine you?" she 
asked.

"Examine me?" She squeaked, her eyes looking timidly towards Miss Bishop 
who was grinning wolfishly back at her.

"You See? I said she was too young," Anne told them disdainfully.

Like the flicking of a switch, those words made Abigail jerk as if stung, 
straightening her back and wiping away the tears that had welled up in 
her eyes. 

In silence and near breathlessness, the adults watched her undress, with 
just moments to admire her little breasts, before she had peeled her 
dress away, to reveal her girlish cotton knickers that came right up to 
her belly button.

To Victoria, the knickers seemed to be designed to mould tightly into her 
pubis before settling into the crack of her cunt, and outlining the puffy 
lips. To Simon, the knickers seemed to be designed to show off her lovely 
little bottom.

Not pausing, Abigail slid the cotton knickers down to stand brazenly in 
front of them gloriously naked, her hands on her hips, daring them to 
find fault with her. 

No one did, as they feasted their eyes on her lovely body and waited for 
their chance to fondle and stroke it, hoping that she would do or say 
something they could punish her for, just to take the smirk look off her 
face.

"Come closer!" Victoria snapped.
 
Abigail blushed and bit her lips for a moment, conscious of all their 
eyes upon her nakedness, and meekly stepped forward.
 
"Now! Place your hands on your head, and ask me to examine you," she told 
her as she moved nearer in her seat. 

"Miss, Please examine me," she mumbled, her face burning brightly.

"Good girl," Victoria said.

Her face stern and impassive, Victoria reached for Abigail's budding 
little breasts and caressed them, waking the delicate little nipples and 
watching the pale smooth skin as it began to glow from within.

"Most women and girls like being caressed like this," she told the child 
as Abigail began to squirm under her gentle fondling.

"But Miss! It's making me feel funny," Abigail murmured nervously, her 
hips beginning to jerk each time the arrow like sensations shot down into 
her groin.

Victoria smiled.

"Some women and girls also like this," Victoria said, as her fingers 
changed from a light squeezing to a rough pinching. Abigail gasped 
suddenly and rose onto her toes, her body shaking as the cruel pain sank 
deep into her tender little breasts, and her hands darted from her head 
to push Miss Victoria's hands away.

"What are you doing?" Victoria asked sharply, her voice dripping with 
venom.

"I, I, didn't mean to," the child stuttered. "You were hurting me!" she 
whimpered, her hands frantically trying to soothe her painful breasts and 
nipples.

"Learning to accept pain as well as pleasure, is part of the tests," 
Victoria informed her, as she put Abigail's hands back on her head, and 
reminded her to keep them there. 

The child's breasts were nicely marked, the little nipples dark and 
swollen. Taking them one at a time between thumb and finger, Victoria 
pulled on them, drawing her breasts outward, then used three fingers to 
slap at the inner surface, flicking her tender nipples at the same time. 

Abigail squealed and tossed her upper body about, her hands shooting to 
her breasts, rubbing them harshly in an effort to rid her of the 
insinuating heat growing within them.
 
"Keep still!" Victoria spat, her eyes demanding obedience.

"I can't! Miss," Abigail wailed.

Abigail rubbed her breasts, even though they no longer hurt, just to feel 
the warm tingling it sent through her body. It was just like Miss Bishop 
had made her feel earlier.

"Right! If you can't obey, then you will be punished," Victoria told her, 
reaching out to pull her closer.

"Oh no, please Miss. I'll be good, please don't hurt me," she begged.

Abigail's pleading fell on deaf ears as Victoria adjusted her full skirts 
to allow her legs to part, then steered the child astride one leg, 
forcing her to sit upon her clothed thigh before then dragging her upper 
body down and to her side.

The position surprised Abigail, pressing her defenceless little cunt into 
Miss Victoria's thigh, but also scared her, because it widely parted her 
bottom, exposing her most secret places to those who watched.

She wailed in anguish, burning in embarrassment, then wailed again as she 
felt her knee, the one between Victoria's legs, lifted and pulled 
inwards. Victoria closed her legs, holding Abigail's knee against her 
crotch where her jerks and squirming would communicate directly with her 
own cunt. 

Then, with the length of one arm holding Abigail securely bent over, she 
brought her other hand round to give her lovely little bottom a much-
needed spanking. 

Abigail jumped and squealed, and Victoria purred, arching her back as the 
child's knee rubbed against her cunt. She delivered another, then 
another, each one producing another rub of the girl's knee. Another, and 
Abigail was really shaking, her knee seeming to shiver up against 
Victoria's cunt and producing the loveliest of sensations.

Victoria reached between Abigail's bottom cheeks to caress her cunt, a 
sly grin forming on her lips as she felt a hint of moisture there. 

Then her hand rose again and delivered two more, each one sponsoring a 
hard jolt of the girl's little knee into her crotch, flooding her with 
delight. 

Then, once more, Victoria lifted her thigh to rub the child's little cunt 
even harder.

She began a rhythm, two to four slaps, depending on her mood and how hard 
the child's knee jerked against her flooding cunt, then reaching out to 
feel the girl's cunt, spreading the moisture while Anne and Simon now 
crept forward for a better view. 

The rhythm grew to include a squeezing of her bottom and a touching of 
her anus, while the child gasped, sobbed and squirmed. Then the hash 
spanking began again, each fresh spank forced Abigail's knee hard into 
Victoria's crotch.

"Enough," Victoria panted, pushing her away. 

Abigail had unknowingly given her an orgasm, and for Victoria to hold her 
back for another would be ill mannered.

"Go to Miss Bishop, and let's see if you can't perform better for her 
this time," she told the weeping girl. 

Rubbing her bottom, she sobbed fitfully as she stumbled across to the 
older woman. Her stare made Abigail want to run away, and yet at the same 
time the exciting feeling between her legs started to get worse.  

"Miss! Please don't hurt me," she begged.

Miss Bishop smiled, placing her hand behind the child's head to pull her 
face down so she could lick away the salty tears and then gently kiss the 
little quivering lips.

"Are you going to obey me?" she asked.

Abigail nodded, unable to stop trembling as Miss Bishop's knowing fingers 
caressed, squeezed and pinched her, all the while bringing new feelings 
to her inexperienced little body.

"Open your thighs!" Miss Bishop told her sharply.

"Wider!" Miss Bishop crooned as Abigail fretfully obeyed.

Her breath suddenly lost to her, Abigail panted as she felt her cunt 
being caressed. The upper edge of her mistresses hand was pushing her 
labia apart and moving back and forth, a sawing motion that drew her, 
breathless, onto her toes. 

Miss Bishop's fingers and nails now slid along the soft skin of her inner 
thighs, exciting her just as much as the sawing motion against her cunt 
had done.

"I can feel the little tart getting moist," Anne told them.

"No, please. It's naughty," Abigail whimpered. 

The glowing sensation left in her breasts, now matched that in her cunt, 
drawing them together to make her breathless and weak.

"Please! Don't," she sobbed, her hips tossing in an effort to rid her of 
the invading hand.

"What's this? Haven't you learnt to be obedient?" Anne said sternly. 

Abigail swayed, her mouth hanging open in shock and horror and what she'd 
done.

"I didn't mean too," she gasped, fresh tears beginning to flow down her 
cheeks. 

"I'm sorry! I won't do it again, I promise," she said, spreading her 
thighs and pushing her pelvis forward in mute appeal.

"It's too late for apologies!" Miss Bishop told her with a sly smile.

She took the child by the back of the neck and pushed her struggling and 
kicking towards the arm of a chair, sweeping her over the back so her 
face was firmly pressed into the cushion, and her sore bottom was ideally 
positioned facing the screen.

"If you kick me, I will whip you!" Anne warned. 

Abigail mewed with the terrible choice she had, and obeyed, stopping her 
struggling.

Miss Bishop walked over to the screen to check Jeremy and Hannah, and was 
pleased to see that they were both masturbating as they had been told, 
under Mary's strict supervision.

Returning to Abigail, Miss Bishop started to spank her, each slap 
bringing a sharp little blaze of torment that changed into a hot tingling 
that invaded her already sore little bottom. 

Left cheek, right cheek, she continued to spank the child, and then 
stopped to pull each cheek from its partner exposing the girl's cunt and 
anus to all who watched.

Soon, the rioting invasion of sensations made Abigail forget being so 
exposed. Panting, sobbing and squealing, she jumped and struggled, the 
burning growing and growing, the pain even more than she could have 
possibly have imagined.

Spank followed spank, and when they stopped and her bottom cheeks were 
parted, she was just thankful for the respite, and let them look between, 
sobbing into the cushion as she realised it was the better of the two 
options. Then the spanking would start up again and she'd wail and 
wriggle and hope she would stop to look between her bottom cheeks again. 

For a moment she didn't realise her spanking had stopped. 

She kept squirming, just in case, for a few moments on, then dared stop 
to lift her head and look up at the woman. Hands on her hips, Miss Bishop 
looked at her.

"That was a mild spanking by my normal standards," she told Abigail, 
making sure that she understood. 

Clearly, by the way Abigail swallowed and looked meekly up at her, she 
did.

"So I hope that will be more obedient now," Miss Bishop told her.

Abigail nodded. 

Whatever they wanted, she would do, just to protect her sore little 
bottom from any further punishment she thought, as she slowly stood up 
and waited. 

"Go and stand on the rug," she was told.

Biting her lip to stop her crying, she did as she was told, blushing 
hotly when Anne told her how well she was doing, and what a really good 
little girl she was.

"Now! Open you thighs," Miss Bishop ordered her.

Still clutching at her bottom, she felt the way her cunt lips gaped and 
how the air passing over the long sheaf of her clitty made her tingle 
outside, as well as inside.

"See how large her clitoris has grown," Anne remarked to the others.

Abigail hid her burning face and shook, feeling how distorted she'd 
become down there.

"Show us your face girl," Victoria snapped.

Abigail raised it, weeping softly and uncontrollably as they all looked 
at her.

"Now! Go to Master Simon, and ask him to examine you," Victoria told her.

Her sobbing growing worse as she approached him, Abigail attempted to 
pull herself together; stopping just as she got to Master Simon and 
spreading her thighs wide, asked him to examine her.

With an intent look on his face, Simon reached forward and slid his open 
hand between her thighs. His fingers idly curled to caress her, watching 
her reaction as he touched her cunt, possibly the first man to do so.

Her startled gasp and struggles, and the feel of her labia hanging 
between her thighs, was exciting. Sliding his fingers forward, he met 
with the long shaft of her clitoris and smiled as his idle stroking made 
her pant and quiver, her crying slowly starting to disappear.

"That's a large pleasure button for such a little tart," he observed, 
chuckling when she blushed hotly.

"Do you play with it?" he asked. Simon's fingers slid down each side of 
it, the sensations taking her breath away to leave her panting and 
shaking. 

She shook her head.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"It's far to big, to have never been played with," Simon said as he 
pinched it between his fingers. 

Abigail began to cry, her weeping shaking her body. 

Her hands abandoned her blazing bottom to cup her face, and hide herself 
from the horrible people who were now uncovering all her little secrets 
one by one.

"Have you been lying to us?" Simon said teasingly.

His fingers trailed back, beyond the bulb of her clitty, and tickled the 
little moist entrance to her cunt, knowing by instinct that she was a 
virgin, the membrane quivering in anxiety as his finger lodged in the 
tight entrance to her cunt. 

She sensed it too, the vulnerability of her cunt. She tottered on her 
toes, reaching up away from the finger, panting as it followed her 
upwards.

"Please, you're hurting me!" she cried. 

"My examination, also includes the inside," he told her. Her little cunt 
was vice tight, clenching around his fingertip while her crying grew.

"Come on them, let me see your expression as I take it," he panted, 
trying to get deeper. Abigail fell backwards, off his finger, and rushed 
towards the door.

Abigail never saw Anne's foot edge out, only felt it as she stubbed her 
toes, a moment later falling flat on the carpet, squealing with the last 
of her breath.

******

Abigail came round still on the floor, but on her back, the polished wood 
cold against her shoulder blades, her bottom and back lifted by a cushion 
she could feel, but not see.
 
She tried moving, immediately seeing Miss Bishop and Miss Victoria 
standing either side of her, both grinning down at her as they held her 
arms down with one hand, and slowly raised her legs with their other.

"What?" Abigail asked, confused, frightened and very embarrassed.

Simon appeared and smiled down at her from between her raised and parted 
legs. His shirt already removed, he smiled as he watched her eyes glance 
down to his hands, his fingers busy with his buttons.

"What's he going to do?" Abigail asked, already beginning to cry. 

Deep down she knew. She'd heard of such things, whispered by her parents 
when they didn't think her listening.

"Right! Let's get her bottom higher," Anne was saying.

Two cushions were pushed beneath her bottom and her thighs pulled up 
closer to her chest. Hot tears slid down her face as she shook from side 
to side, as her Master Simon who was naked, stepped closer, and grinned 
as he held his large cock in his hand.

"Please," Abigail cried, looking hopefully at each of the women.

"Struggle all you want my girl! But if you try to escape again, then that 
lovely little bottom of yours, will be whipped," Anne whispered.

"Do you understand? Victoria asked.

Abigail nodded, finding she could move quite a bit before they pushed her 
down again. Thinking she might succeed, she tried harder, pushing and 
pulling, rocking side to side, trying to bite the arms that held her or 
kick the faces of their owners.

Simon's excitement flared to new levels as he saw Abigail defiantly 
trying to fight her captors. 

She looked three times more glorious, twisting and squealing, tossing and 
turning, her cunt blinking open and closed with her efforts.

Dropping to his knees, he sandwiched his rampant cock between their two 
bodies. The feel of her skin made his cock pulse with excitement, 
dribbling onto her belly while she screamed.

Her heels kicked him uselessly against his thighs as he slid about on 
her, working breathlessly to find the tight entrance to her little cunt. 

Abigail fought as she cried, screaming breathlessly in a final effort to 
stave off the inevitable.

The ladies drew back to watch, their faces glowing with anticipated 
excitement. 

Simon had possession of the child now, his hands around her wrists, and 
his loins firmly between her thighs. She could struggle all she wished, 
he would have her in the end. They watched his loins lift and drop, 
searching for her little cunt, while his eyes feasted on her expression 
and her soft little breasts.

Slowly, teasingly slowly, her fighting started to slow with her near 
exhaustion, and then all of a sudden, his cock lodged in the hollow of 
the tart's little cunt and, with hardly a pause, Simon pushed it 
downwards.

Watching the bliss on her brother's face, the look so akin to agony, 
Victoria pulled her skirts up and drew her legs apart, watching his face 
as she bared her lower body to him.

There was a whole new excitement to showing her body to her brother as he 
ravished little Abigail, a total innocent. She loved to hear the child's 
cries as he forced himself deeper, each powerful thrust causing her to 
squeal and struggle uncontrollably beneath him.

Victoria framed her cunt, stroking it and letting her brother watch.

Simon sobbed. His cock was in a burning vice, her virgin blood adding 
little in the way of lubrication, but a lot of visual excitement. 

His cock, his balls, his wiry pubes and the top of his thighs were all 
covered in the girl's rich virgin blood, a sight to savour each time he 
rose from the little pink cunt below him.

Yet, his sister sat with her legs apart just feet away, her hands framing 
her shorn cunt, thumbs stroking the exposed flaps of inner lips, gentle 
pressure teasing the lips apart to expose bright inner flesh he yearned 
to taste and touch.

His bottom rose and fell in short powerful jerks, each thrust making 
Abigail's little thighs jerk upwards on either side of him.

Abigail's weeping contrasted with his grunts as he worked to get all of 
his cock into her little cunt, each thrust opening her that little bit 
further, each thrust bringing a fresh little cry from the weeping girl.

He worked automatically, keeping his thoughts from what he was doing lest 
it bring him off prematurely.

It was Victoria who finished it.

Spilling her dew over her fingers, she reached out and smeared the 
wetness across her brother's mouth to then watch him lick it while 
looking down at her cunt. His eyes touched her, and she parted her folds 
to let him look directly on the opening to her body.

His cry brought her off again, his cry, and the deep thrusts he made into 
little Abigail's body, coming with powerful shots of sperm while the 
little girl screamed.

"Good girl," Anne said, reaching for his blood coated cock as he drew up 
off the weeping girl. She stroked it, her eyes sliding past it to admire 
the little cunt it had come from.

"Oh God, you have no idea! This little tart's cunt squeezed my cock every 
time she sobbed!" he gasped.  

Simon's seed dribbled from her little cunt. Stained with her virgin 
blood, it made a thick pool on the cushion beneath her.

"You'll obey next time, won't you Abigail?" Anne asked softly as she lay 
down beside the weeping child to try and soothe her. 

Abigail cried even harder now as she suddenly realised there was to be a 
next time.

"Take her to my room and clean her up, she will be staying here at the 
Grange tonight," Victoria told Anne, her excitement indicating that it 
was going to be a long night of pleasuring her mistress for little 
Abigail Williams. 

It was also going to be a long night for Jeremy who had been sent to 
Anne's room, and for Hannah who had been sent to Simon's room, their 
genitals aroused from all the masturbation, and ready to satisfy them 
through to the early hours of the morning.