DELIVERANCE A dark and sadistic tale set in England during the Second 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, medical and bdsm Chapter 7, Cruel Pleasures Victoria smiled as she welcomed Sir Cecil Morgan, Simon's friend from the Ministry back to Birchwood Grange. In his fifties, he had a bushy moustache that hid his upper lip, and was turning grey like the rest of his receding hair. He wore a waistcoat and had a gold watch-chain stretched across his expanding chest, and his jowl shook as he nodded to the offer of some refreshment. Mary hurried away leaving Sir Cecil alone with Victoria in the family room, a pleasant room with windows overlooking the lake that was just perfect for putting the important man at his ease. They talked about the war and what it was doing to clothes, food and transport. Victoria had rationed herself to driving two miles a week and disliked it when her pleasure at opening the throttle was tainted by the thought of all the petrol she was using. Sir Cecil laughed and complained in turn about having to take public transport everywhere. "Yes! We've had to give up so much," Victoria sighed. Mary entered the room accompanied by a little girl who was carrying a tray of refreshments, and Victoria smiled when she saw Sir Cecil perk up when he saw the pretty child. "This is Sarah Fielding," Victoria told him. Sarah had been working in the garden when Miss Reed had told her to follow her and she was still wearing her gardening clothes. As she bent to place the tray down on the table, her skirt lifted slightly allowing him a glimpse of her lovely bare bottom. As ordered, Sarah stayed to one side as Victoria poured the tea and offered it to her guest, then made her own. "I don't remember seeing Sarah here when I last visited," Sir Cecil said, breaking his silence and allowing him an excuse to get a really good long look at the pretty child. "No! Sarah is a recent acquisition," Victoria said, with a smile. "How old are you, Sarah?" Sir Cecil asked. "Eleven, Sir," Sarah answered, timidly. Sir Cecil smiled and put his cup down. "Your letter expressed grave concerns, but I must admit I fail to see any," Sir Cecil said. Victoria hadn't been the only one to write to the Ministry expressing concerns about at the quality of children sent to them. Many expected children to be fully educated and able to look after themselves, and Sir Cecil was getting a little tired of pampering to them. "We have an obligation to place all types of children, irrespective of their previous background," he said. "Oh dear!" Victoria sighed. "I was so hoping that you could send me another dozen or so children, of say a rougher nature," she confided. "Rougher nature?" Sir Cecil gasped, nearly choking on his tea. "I wonder! You wouldn't be the son of Sir Mortimer Morgan of Sussex, would you?" Victoria suddenly asked. Sir Cecil blinked in astonishment and then nodded. "Yes! The elder son," he clarified. "Ah yes, but the only one to have visited," Victoria nodded. "Visited?" Sir Cecil asked, now totally confused by this elegant woman before him. "My family used to run an orphanage in Lambeth called St Saviour's," Victoria, explained, watching the man's face as she went on. "While sadly it is now closed, I have kept records of all its patron's and quests," she explained. "I don't see," he began. "Sir Mortimer Morgan with an address in Sussex was a regular visitor to St Saviour's for close on ten years," she explained, sipping her tea and watching his eyes widen with his understanding. "There are records of him visiting with his son; a birthday treat, if I'm not mistaken," she added. Sir Cecil's eyes started to turn from surprise to caution as he began to wonder where the conversation was leading. His career would be at an end if it became known that he had a passion for ravishing little girls. Victoria, noticing his expression was growing cold, started to laugh, further surprising and confusing him. "It's not what it seems," she added, clicking her fingers for Sarah to step forward and the child did so, blushing brightly. "Undress!" Victoria ordered the girl. Sir Cecil's eyes were lost in the child's beauty as she undressed to show her budding breasts, the skin so smooth it might have been made of marble, and so translucent; he could see the trace of slender blue veins branching towards her nipples. Victoria grinned as she helped Sarah to remove her skirt, leaving it to drop away so that she stood naked before Sir Cecil showing him her lovely round bottom and the plump bulb of her young pubis and vulva. "Sweet Jesus!" he gasped, his cock becoming awkwardly erect in his trousers. "Pretty, isn't she?" Victoria asked. "Would you like her to pleasure you?" she queried. Sir Cecil gulped and gasped, his flushed face paling for a moment as he thought of the repercussions. "What if she tells?" he gasped. "She won't!" Victoria told him. "I, I, don't know," Sir Cecil panted. "There's nothing to be concerned about, it's quite safe," Victoria told him. She stood and drew her loose sleeves up then retrieved a leather strap from under the chair slapping it into her palm. "Now Sarah! Give Sir Cecil his first spend in your mouth," she ordered. "Oh my God!" he gasped; his eyes diverted from the girl to stare at Victoria as if she were a goddess. Sarah's hands on his trousers woke him from Victoria's spell and had him shuffling his bottom down the couch to help her work the buttons undone, all the way so she could easily reach in and unfold his underwear. "That's it! Now lift your bottom up," Victoria ordered the kneeling child. Her breath shortening with a delicious mix of excitement and fright, Sarah uncovered Sir Cecil's rampant cock and placed it in her mouth while straightening her legs and offering her little bottom up for the strapping that she knew was coming. His face a mask of surprised pleasure, Sir Cecil felt the girl fill her mouth with his cock and begin licking, whilst pushing her bottom upwards and holding it poised for her mistress to strap. His eyes couldn't have grown any wider, as he avidly watched Victoria stand over them, the strap drawn back, and a look of concentration on her face. The strap descended and smacked sharply into Sarah's little bottom bringing a squeal and jerk from the girl, communicating directly with Sir Cecil. With a gasp, he reared into her mouth staring ecstatically at Victoria as she prepared to strike the girl a second time. "Yes, yes!" he gasped, feeling his sperm rise. The strap swept down; hard enough to make Sarah dance with the pain and pleasure whilst his large manly hands gripped her head and held her mouth firmly over his erupting cock. Swallowing around the pulsing cock and still dancing to the swift hot sensation pouring into her bottom, Sarah reached between her thighs and masturbated her own pulsing flesh, closing on her fingers as her own blessed eruption soared through her. "Oh dear! It's not often I come that quickly," he apologised. Truth was, it wasn't often he grew erect so quickly either. The young girl finished licking and swallowing the last of his spend and stood, her face brightly flushed as she licked her lips and looked timidly at the face of its owner. "That's why I had Sarah suck you first," Victoria told Sir Cecil, smiling her understanding. "Come!" Bend over the arm of this chair," she told the girl curtly, well aware of how excited she had become. Sarah pouted, as if unwilling to have her bottom strapped again. Yet she turned and made for the chair, rubbing her bottom and letting the old man watch. At the chair she hesitated and licked her lips. It would be natural for her to bend herself over it and bury her head in the cushion her mistress had just recently been resting against, perhaps inhale her scent as her bottom was brought to a glowing red, ready for the man to ravish her. But the tart imagined that she was lying along the arm's length, her thighs forced apart by the thick padding, her cunt exposed. Looking for permission, she began to climb astride the arm and felt a flare of excitement inside her as her mistress smiled and nodded. Sarah blushed hotly with pleasure and bent forward to hug the well- upholstered arm of the chair, her thighs bent forward to give her bottom a further roundness and press the apex of her cunt into the thick cotton. Biting her lip, she felt Miss Victoria's hand stroke her bottom, then pull cheek from cheek to further expose her to the seated man. "There are only a dozen or so children here at the Priory that we can treat this way," Victoria told her guest, prising Sarah's taut bottom cheeks apart so he could admire how cutely the child's anus quivered, then pouted with excitement. Victoria stepped back and then brought the strap down most viciously across Sarah's little bottom, thrilling inside when the girl shrieked and arched. "Most, surprisingly, are the boys," Victoria breathed, reaching back before landing yet another stroke across her little bottom. The girl shrieked again, and then, quivering visibly, took up position again, her little cunt now unfurling between her parted thighs. "You can join in whenever you wish you know," Victoria told him, a moment before landing another stroke of the strap, one that made the girl squeal, then squirm like a fish out of water, her bottom cheeks often parting for an enticing glimpse of her pouting little anus. Sir Cecil nodded his thanks. He'd never been able to enjoy himself as much as he'd wanted that last time, at St Saviour's. His father had been present; and as Cecil had been keen to gain his approval this had somewhat restricted his enjoyment. With none of those prohibitions limiting him now, he slowly slid to his knees and crawled over to where Sarah lay, his mouth open as he watched the leather strap landing across her lovely little bottom again and again making her scream. "See how the dirty little tart likes it?" Victoria asked, sending two questing fingers between the child's spread thighs to part the thick pink girlish labia and expose the succulent inner flesh. "Oh my!" Sir Cecil gasped. He was hard again, his cock drooling as he squeezed it. Hands trembling, he reached out to feel Sarah's bottom, his breath quickening as he actually felt the swollen bands of flesh where the leather had so cruelly landed. "Would you like her now?" Victoria asked. Sir Cecil gulped and looked down at the pretty little cunt between the girl's thighs. Victoria eased it open again, revealing the wet flesh just dying to be filled. He nodded and climbed quickly to his feet, hands and fingers working to free himself from his clothes, only half succeeding by the time he was stood with his legs bent behind the girl, his cock ready. "You'll last longer for having come in her mouth already," Victoria promised. Sir Cecil groaned and gently pressed himself against her little cunt, crying out as he pressed his cock head to the unforgiving entrance to her burning body. "Harder!" Victoria told him. He pushed more violently and felt his breath leave him as he breached her cunt. She squealed again, and he pushed once more, fighting for breath as he felt her burning tight cunt surround him. "Look!" Victoria urged, and he looked down to see himself half buried in her little body, her bottom scored, her waist so slender, and her body so small. "Again!" she urged. He pushed and grunted, now fully in her little cunt while she squealed and wailed from the pain of his stout cock. He tried remembering if it had been this good all those years ago and couldn't. He'd been too young to fully appreciate it. "Spank her!" Victoria told him. Panting with delight, Sir Cecil withdrew all but the tip of his cock to then landed a sharp spank to her bottom, before driving his cock back deep into her hot little cunt. "Oh, you're good!" Victoria told him. "Now imagine dozens of little girls, girls whose parents wouldn't care what was done to them, all freely available to you when you come for your regular inspections," she asked. He did, his breath quickening. "I'm coming!" he cried, thrusting forward. ****** As late afternoon turned to evening there was another knock on the surgery door and a young boy peeked in, bright freckles plastered across the bridge of his little upturned nose. "Yes?" Daniel asked, looking up from the book of studies conducted by German Doctors on the theory of chromosomes. "Please Sir! I'm Robert," the young boy said, stepping into the white tiled surgery and looking around nervously. "Ah yes! Miss Victoria wants you to be a big boy, eh?" Daniel smiled. Robert blushed and swallowed, his eyes drawn to the knives and clamps sitting beside the sterilizing unit. Rising, Rachel went across to where a tray had been prepared and took it over to the low stool, where her brother could sit with the young boy standing in front of him. "Come here!" Daniel ordered. Robert stepped cautiously forward, licking his lips and swallowing yet again as he saw the large syringe and the long jar like glass object with a rubber hose coming out of it's top. "Miss Park said it wouldn't hurt," Robert said. "And it won't," Daniel told him, grinning at the boy's nervousness while expertly opening his shorts to draw them down along with his underpants. "Jewish?" Daniel asked curiously, taking the boy's circumcised cock and roughly pulling the loose flesh back and forth. The boy caught his breath and shook his head. "No sir! My dad's been cut too," he remarked, his breath quickening as the tingling connected with something else inside of him and his cock began to grow. "That's a good boy," Daniel smiled. He then put his fingers behind the boy's balls and tickled lightly, quickly bringing the handsome cock to full hardness. "Very good," he said, reaching for the long and slender vacuum jar, and wiping the end with petroleum jelly before sliding it over his cock. With the boy's cock and balls now fully in the glass, Daniel worked the foot-pump, drawing air from the vacuum jar until there was enough pressure for him to be able to release it, then he pumped slowly and watched excitedly as his cock and balls started to inflate. "We will leave this on for a while," Daniel told him, reaching for some indecent pictures of girls to help him remain erect throughout his treatment. Every now and then he used the pump to draw more air from the glass vacuum jar, pleased when the cock and balls swelled even further. After nearly thirty minutes of this treatment, during which Robert had looked at each of the pictures at least twice, Daniel removed the vacuum jar from around the boy's cock and balls and quickly, before they had time to shrink, injected them with a special solution. Jerking and whimpering with the insertion of the needle, Robert's feelings changed as he felt the infusion stretch his skin, bloating both his balls and cock till they both felt heavy and looked twice their normal size. "There!" Daniel grinned, proud with the results. Robert's cock, which had once been in proportion to the rest of his body, now looked oddly out of place, both balls and cock seemingly those of an adult, for all their pinkness, smoothness and lack of hair. Drawing the boy's shorts up Daniel complemented the women's thinking for having made the shorts baggy. Anything less baggy, and the shorts would never have fitted over the boy's now swollen cock. "It will go down in a bit, won't it Mister?" Robert asked. "Not for a while." Daniel grinned. "Now! Run off to Miss Victoria because I'm sure she'll be waiting for you," Rachel urged. Robert did as he was told having long since learnt what would happen if he didn't, arriving at the Grange out of breath, his cock harder and larger than it had ever been and bouncing embarrassingly in his shorts as he ran. Mary greeted him in the hall and looked him over while giving him a chance to catch his breath. "Let's see it then," she urged. Robert blushed and undid his shorts to pull them down along with his underpants. "Oh my!" Mary breathed, her eyes widened as she saw the boy's swollen cock and balls. "Well, we better get you in there, before it bursts!" she giggled. "Remove all your clothes, you won't be needed them," she said, kneeling to help before marching him into the Library. Victoria and Simon turned towards the door and smiled as the young boy timidly entered, his hands wrapped around his cock to stop it swaying up and down with his steps, and hurting him as it slapped against his tender balls. "Well, well," Simon drawled. "Impressive," Victoria murmured. "Mr Ackerman seems to think it will stay like this for several hours and won't diminish in size no matter how many times the boy is made to ejaculate," she explained. "Well! Are we going to test it, or just enjoy looking at it?" Simon queried jokingly, leaning forward to nudge the naked little girl at their feet with his empty glass. Wilma Brown rose from her elbows to her knees to take the glass, and then shuffled away to fill it for him, not rising to her feet until she needed to. Then she returned in the same way she had gone, on her knees with her eyes downcast. The only item of clothing she wore was a band around her neck made of leather and silver with little spikes around the edge that dug into her collar bone whenever she forgot to keep her chin high. The marks of her training were still showing across her pointed breasts and her pubis still glowed from its recent burning. Giving Simon his drink, she turned and bent forward again, dropping onto her elbows and presenting her owners with her parted bottom and the fig leafed labia beneath. "We can do both," Victoria grinned. She looked down at her recently acquired pet and once again admired how such a small little aperture such as Wilma's knotted anus, could part as much as she'd made it with her toys. She reached forward to tap her finger on the little dark ring and smiled as it tensed, then relaxed and opened. "I think it's time this little thing was tested with more than rubber and wood phalluses," she murmured, listening to the girl and smiling as she heard her whimper. Victoria slapped Wilma's bottom and then, rising, ordered the young girl to follow her. Wilma turned her head just for a moment to look at the cock that was about to be used on her and winced as she paid the price for the brief view as the cruel collar punctured her neck once again. The nearby coffee table served as an ideal platform, a place for her to kneel and thrust her bottom out at just the right height for the boy to ravish her. "Reach back," Victoria murmured. Wilma closed her eyes and did as she was told, her teeth closing over her bottom lip as she readied herself for the invasion, her hands clawing her bottom cheeks wide apart until her little anus lay taut and unprotected behind her. "Good!" Victoria chuckled. "Now! Continue to be good and you can come to my room tonight. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" she teased. Wilma groaned and shook with the thought. Her mistress hurt her so nicely, making even the sharpest of pains so incredibly pleasurable. She wished she could kneel down to kiss Miss Victoria's feet, but instead just pulled her bottom cheeks wide apart hoping that her mistress was pleased. Robert stared wide-eyed at the scene in front of him, wondering how anyone could be so obedient. Then he was being beckoned forward, Miss Victoria smiling at him whilst her finger continued to stroke Wilma's anus, her little cunt, totally ignored. "Come on boy," Victoria urged. Robert sensed the warning in her instruction and jumped forward, his breath shortening as he thought of what he was about to do. "Now! There's no need for any oil, is there Wilma?" Victoria asked. Wilma sobbed as she imagined the additional pain of having the boy's large dry cock thrust passed her sphincter. "No miss," she whimpered. A finger hooked deep into her anal entrance and pulled her up by it, bringing tears to her eyes before the pain lessened. She guessed she was at the right height now, and the feel of the head of the boy's cock against her confirmed it and made her pant even more quickly. Round eyed and open mouthed, Robert let Miss Victoria guide him forward, her hand first round his solid shaft, then on his bottom, her fingers prying deep between the cheeks making him pant even more quickly. "Push!" she urged, and he tried, his thrusts making the girl gasp, but it still wouldn't enter. "Simon," Victoria called. He put aside his drink and stood, picking up the cane that stood beside the couch before walking over without his walking stick. "Need a little persuasion, do we?" he chuckled. Robert tried again to get his cock head in, groaning with increasing nervousness as her anal ring refused to part enough to let him in. Victoria stood to one side, Simon to the other. Favouring his poor leg, Simon bent his arm back, then landed a sharp cut to the boy's bottom. Robert screamed, his loins jerking forward and, with another strangled cry, embedded the first inch of his swollen cock into the girl's rectum. The girl's eyes widened as she felt the enormous circumference of the cock enter her. Despite the things her mistress had her do, it still made her gasp and pant, her hands clenching on the table beneath her as she tried keeping herself relaxed, the way she had been taught. "Here it comes," Victoria warned. There was another sharp slap of cane meeting the tense boyish bottom, then a surge into her backside as he rammed his rampant cock against her anus again. "Mummy!" Wilma screamed, her face expressing her terror as she felt as if she were being torn apart. "Argh!" Robert screamed, the cane being used harshly now, forcing him to ram his cock deep into Wilma's tight little bottom. "No, no!" he begged, trying to make them understand; he couldn't go on any more. "Are you going to do it properly now?" Victoria asked Robert. The boy nodded through his tears and thrust harshly forward, gaining another impossible inch into the girl's bottom, the surge making her screech and grip the edge of the table more fiercely. "Again!" Simon spat, his eyes wild as he watched the oversized cock force the little girl's anal ring outward. Robert pushed. Wilma squealed. The cock slid inwards, disappearing into her bowls while his loins slapped against her round bottom. "Now" Longer strokes," Victoria urged, breathless with the joy of watching the two children come together. She stroked Robert's hair and urged him onwards, her breath halting as she saw Wilma's anal ring drawn outwards by the long pull of his shaft. The girl wailed, certain his large cock would pull out her whole entrails. The sliding went on and on, and then stopped just before powering back into her. She lost her breath and stared down at the carpet, her tummy rippling as the huge cock in her colon jerked and throbbed, each move sending rippling sensations up her backbone. "That's it!" Simon crooned, grinning as he noted that Wilma had begun to enjoy it, panting as Robert worked his cock into her, then gasping as it reached deep within her before drawing away again. Going round to the girl's head, he dropped to his knees and fished his own cock out, the tip already drooling with excitement. "Come on Wilma! I'm sure you know what to do," Simon told her with a grin. Wilma did and obediently dropped her mouth over it to snort through her nose as the immense cock continued to work back and forth in her bottom. Some oil would have made it easier, and yet lubrication was coming from somewhere, letting the boy quicken the slide of the long thick cock while the one in her mouth demanded attention with jerks and leaking pre-come. Victoria stepped back to watch the show and slid her hand under the loose waist of her skirt to let her fingers play with her own cunt. Occasionally, just for fun, she used the discarded cane to slap at Robert's little bottom, just to see him surge into Wilma's bottom again. Their squeals slid lovingly through her, encouraging her fingers. Robert was first to come, the look on his face telling her he had reached a rare pinnacle of pleasure before a triumphant cry broke through his tight throat accompanied by the jerking of his loins as he shot his seed deep into Wilma's lovely little bottom. Simon quickly followed, grunting and staring at Victoria as he pumped his seed into the girl's mouth, making Wilma choke with the amount he gave her before he left her throat and held her head, demanding she lick him clean. Victoria smiled and told them to part and sit beside the fire where they could recover from their ordeal. ****** An hour had passed during which Wilma and Robert had been allowed to listen to the radio while Victoria and Simon looked through the list of girls in an effort to decide which of them to use for breeding. The three remaining Spanish girls would certainly do, but neither of the adults wanted too many children with the same dark hair and olive complexion. The twins were easily selected; they were now lost in the system and there was no need to give them back. Hence they were free to be used for any purpose they wished. Similarly, Victoria planned on training several of the girls to be her personal slaves. Even if they did return home, she could be sure that they would run away again, in an effort to return to her arms. They had managed to make some choices when there was a knock on the library door and Mary entered with a young boy, his eyes opening wide when he saw the two naked children sitting by the fireplace. Victoria was delighted to see that the shorts that Mary had insisted on the boy wearing showed off his nicely rounded bottom and lovely pale thighs. "Oh, how lovely!" Victoria said, holding her arms out for the boy to come to her. Grinning, the boy ran over to Victoria and smiled as she sat him on her knee. "What's your name?" Victoria asked. "Jeremy, Miss" the boy replied. "How old are you, Jeremy?" Simon asked. "Twelve, Sir" Jeremy replied with a smile. "Well! We're going to have so much fun with you," Victoria said, as she caressed his smooth thighs and ran her hand through his hair to help comfort him. "Let's start right away!" Simon suggested. Robert was called over and, just as Daniel had promised, the boy's large cock continued to stick out from his loins. Making Robert stand in front of her, Victoria stroked his cock and got Jeremy to do the same. She then showed him how to lick along its length, savouring the flavour before swallowing. Finally, she called for Wilma to come over and hold Robert's cock in both her hands and suck the bloated head. "Remove your shorts! Jeremy," Victoria ordered. Victoria reached down and took them from him then roughly fondled his bottom and pulled the cheeks apart to examine his tight little anus, before feeling to see how hard Robert's cock had become from all the sucking. "Lovely! Just right for his tight little bottom," she told Robert. Jeremy paled and licked his lips, squirming under Victoria's rough handling. "You don't want me to spank you, do you Jeremy?" Victoria murmured. "No, Miss" Jeremy replied, and swallowing nervously. "Please Miss! How do I?" Robert asked uncertainly. "Wilma! Lie on your back with your thighs parted," Mary urged. "Now Jeremy! Crawl astride Wilma and let her take your cock in her mouth. I also want you to see you lick her cunt, do you understand?" Victoria urged. "Yes, Miss," Jeremy, replied panting with the very thought. "They're ready!" Victoria told her brother. Victoria led Robert to kneel behind Jeremy's little bottom and smiled as Wilma reached up from her avid sucking to draw his bottom cheeks apart with her hands and expose his virgin anus. "Isn't that lovely! Just the right size for you," Victoria sighed. A drop of saliva and the boy's anus gleamed. Her breath quickening, Victoria placed Robert's cock to the aperture and pressed, urging it to slyly enter Jeremy's tight little bottom. Robert gasped with delight and gazed down avidly at his half sunken cock. Then, eagerly, he thrust the rest in, its suddenness making Jeremy cry out into Wilma's sodden little cunt. "That's it Robert! Fuck him!" Victoria breathed, watching eagerly while quickly drawing up the back of her dress. Simon was there in an instant, drawing her panties down and bending to kiss her rotund bottom. "Harder!" Victoria screamed, her thighs parting to the limits of her lowered panties, as her brother's thumbs parted her bottom cheeks and his feather like tongue lapped at her anus. Victoria groaned as she watched the three children perform in the hot tableau of debauchery. Knuckles were pressed to her crotch while Simon's tongue wormed into her anus and she sobbed with the pleasure, coming as Wilma squealed around Jeremy's cock, his seed making her choke a moment later before Robert gasped and shook with delight. ****** The mornings had become much busier since Sir Cecil Morgan agreed to send them ten more children. From much harder backgrounds, they were less easily drawn into the regime of harsh discipline, although it had to be said that most proved more than eager to participate in the sexual aspects of Priory life. To help manage these new arrivals Miss Park and Miss Baker recruited those children who already knew the harsh routines. The women hardly minded the extra work, and well before the waking bell, they were up and bathing, cleaning themselves as thoroughly if not more so than they would have demanded their charges. Aware of the task ahead, they slid the toy of the choice into their feminine parts, or chose underwear that would stimulate them unseen under their dresses. On particular days, they decided on both toys and underwear before walking with some difficulty back into the dormitories ready to enjoy inflicting the harsh routines of yet another morning at the Priory. As usual, they would walk down the rows of naked children, admiring their developing young bodies, stopping here and there to stroke or insert a finger, and then make them bend over the end of their beds for a thorough anal inspection. Then, before sending the children to the bathrooms, they would call out the names of those who were to be punished. Breathless with their excitement, the women would watch as the child was placed facing the upturned metal frame, their wrists attached to the headboard and their ankles attached wide apart to each side of the footboard. Invariable, those furthest from the frame would creep forward, half frightened, half excited by seeing the punishment. Both Louisa and Amy knew those feelings well, and would bring them vividly to mind whilst they waited for the child to present their bare bottom and thighs for punishment. The women preferred to use various leather straps for early morning punishments, so they didn't leave the child unable to perform for the rest of the day. Miss Park loved to punish boys, especially those whose erect cocks would slip through the wire mesh and whose balls would slap painfully against the wire frame. She loved watching them cry, and loved the tense compactness of their handsome bottoms as she ran her hands over them, tracing the welts or just letting the heat flow into her palm. Miss Baker loved to punish girls, especially those whose breasts were just starting to develop, and whose pubic hair had only just started to darken around the apex of their little cunts. In particular, she loved seeing their little bodies erupt with pain the moment the strap landed on their bottoms. She adored seeing them screw up their little faces as they wept and the squirming they would make as she began roughly fondling their cunts between strokes. Most of all, she loved it when they lost control of themselves and peed down their thighs, weeping uncontrollably and burning in their shame. ****** Up at the Grange, Teresa was being prepared. Victoria wondered if all Spanish girls matured quite as fast as this little tart as, smoking a cigarette and sipping coffee, she watched Simon and Mary place the naked child upside down on a chair. Sobbing fretfully, the child's shoulders were now placed on the seat of the chair and the base of her back against the top of the backrest with her thighs left free to bend forward. Her arms were tied along each side of the chair and her head left to hang back over the front edge. When judged to be ready, Simon undressed and then knelt down in front of the child, giving her his cock to suck and sobbing as he thrust down her throat. Despite having had it done to her before, Teresa choked on the rapid slide of Simon's cock in and out of her gullet, her panic rising with her loss of breath. Rampant from his abuse of the little girl, Simon stood and then went round to slide his cock into her lifted cunt, a groan escaping him as her position allowed all of his cock to enter her. Each little cough she made tightened her hot little cunt around him, clamping it around his staff as he thrust powerfully back and forth. The view was delicious as he bent over her, grunting with each hard thrust through the roof of her cunt. Coughing and spluttering gave way to gasps as he filled her, then his fingers joined in, pulling and tugging at the forefront of her slit, roughly handling the long hood to feel it swell and watch it brighten. Victoria rose and went to stand before them, watching as her brother worked on the girl before lifting her skirt. Almost immediately she had his attention, as his eyes fixed on the lifting hem of her skirt while his pale body continued to pound the panting girl on the chair. "Fill her!" She told him. Simon sobbed and ploughed into the girl, holding his cock inside her as the sight of his sister's cunt finished him off and hot gouts of seed spurted into the girl and stayed there to flow into her womb, remaining there by her upside down position to give her the greatest chance of falling pregnant. "Make sure that Charlie gives you his all too," Victoria told Mary, dropping her skirt and returning to her coffee and cigarette to idly watch Teresa suck her brother's cock clean. ****** The weather was mild and wet, and the cloud cover made it harder for the bombers but the constant dull grey days and the slow news of the war was sucking at everyone's enthusiasm. However, the growing depravity of the children eased the dull grey days and Victoria and Simon spent more time at the Priory and in the infirmary, helping to oversee the recording of the children's sexual abuse and punishments onto film. The market for these films had become a very lucrative and production doubled, demanding a whole room to store them in and a sophisticated means of distributing the films in the catalogue. Three Spanish girls were now showing signs of early pregnancy and the men took particular delight in continuing to ravish them, and often doing so while being filmed. Victoria and Rachel both enjoyed filming them and the girls were often spanked and pinched before hand so that the camera would capture their tear stained faces. The men knelt down beside their victims to stroke their young bodies, pulling on their small teats in the hope of extracting some milk and stroking the slight but distinctive curve of their bellies. Then, while the men sat on stout chairs, the girls were ordered to sit astride them facing forwards so the camera would capture their extended bellies as they were made to ride the men's rampant cocks. ****** Even after being fucked regularly, thirteen-year-old Jane Wheeler had still not become pregnant. The reason was that ever since her arrival at the Priory she had much preferred being fucked in her bottom. She loved the sharp tingle produced by exploratory fingers or toys being forced deep into her bottom, and also loved men's strong hands about her waist, drawing her body back and forth and filling her with their rampant cocks. Daniel Ackerman examined her on the special surgical chair; the cold stainless steel of the speculum opening up her cunt like nothing else had done before. Jane had seen Charlotte's new cunt and wondered what it was like, to have nothing down there but the long finger of flesh that was her uncovered clitoris, and her two little holes, constantly tinged pink with arousal and always gleaming. Daniel stood and sighed, shaking his head. "There is no reason for you not to get pregnant," he told her, nodding to give permission for her to remove the speculum. Without loosening it, the girl pulled it out, the rush of feeling in her cunt making her pant. Daniel looked at her and considered what to do, then decided to pass her to Charlie Reed. Perhaps he would have more success he thought, although his large cock was sure to cause her some discomfort. Feeling stretched by the speculum, Jane hurried over to the garage and timidly called out for Mr Reed, her heart beating rapidly as she thought of herself being fucked properly for the first time with the aim of getting her pregnant. Charlie appeared, a broad shouldered man who towered over her. He was wiping his hands on a towel and smiling at her, his eyes cutting away her clothes and pinning her to where she stood. "Mr Ackerman sent me," she told him. "To get pregnant," she quickly added, just in case he thought it was for him to punish her. His eyes looked at her, sliding down her form and, without having to be asked, she pushed her hands down to the hem of her skirt, lifting it while she shook to show herself already naked. "This way! You can put your clothes on the bench," he explained as his hands undid the buttons of his overalls. By removing her blouse, her skirt and kicking off her shoes she was naked, her face and chest burning as she watched him climb from the legs of the overalls, no other clothes on him. His cock was as big as the other girls said it was, a truncheon that made her heart miss a beat and her body shake. Knowing the speculum had spread her further than she had been before didn't stop her from worrying whether his huge cock would fit. There was a metal frame between them, used for hoisting engines in and out of cars. Charlie whistled tunelessly as he swung a rope over it, then took the end to fashion a noose, his cock slowly rising the nearer he got to being ready. "What's that for?" Jane asked, stepping closer and wanting to put her hands around the massive cock. "Never you mind!" Mr Reed told her. Jane looked at it and shook her head. "How do you want me, Sir?" she murmured breathlessly. "Shall I suck you first?" she asked him, her mouth growing wet with the thought of his truncheon filing her, his strong flavour pouring down her gullet. His big hand darted out and took her by the shoulder, pulling her under the frame so he could slide the loop over her head, and then tighten it around her neck. "No, no! Please!" Jane gasped, her heart now beating ten to the dozen as she felt the rough hemp around her neck. She reached out for it to loosen it and Charlie laughed and pulled on the other end, tightening it still further and lifting her to her toes. "Please!" Jane wept, her eyes pleading with the tall man. "Whatever I did wrong, I'm sorry," she sobbed. "Wrong? You've not done anything wrong." He told her. "But I do need to lift you to the right height," he explained, grinning again, then pulling sharply on the end of the rope. With a squeal of alarm, she was hoisted into the air by the neck. Her fingers pulled on the noose, trying to keep it from constricting her as her thighs kicked desperately in an effort to reach something, anything. But there was nothing there and, slowly spinning, she could feel her throat closing as her weight forced the rope tighter around her neck. Grinning sadistically, Charlie got down onto his knees and shuffled under the girl. Only then did he steer her onto his face, letting her sit upon his nose and chin while he licked the flavour of her moist cunt and thrilled her with flicks of her burning clitoris. Jane squealed and rotated her crotch on the man's face, at the same time trying to reach high enough to loosen the rope. She thought she nearly had it, all the while trying to concentrate as the marvellous thick tongue that pushed into her cunt and made her pant with desire. Charlie pushed his mouth into the girl's crotch, and then moved his head away, smiling as he listened to her choke again. He stood up to watch her, his rampant cock throbbing with excitement as he watched her suspended body slowly hang, her face growing bright while her eyes turned round and wide. Excited beyond anything he'd imagined, he pushed her thighs apart to step between them, and then hold them wide apart to bring her cunt to where his cock could being able to enter. The tightening of the rope around her neck had lowered her a little below what he would have wanted, but none the less he could put his cock to her and fuck her remorselessly. Jane gave a choked off cry of pleasure and tried balancing her body on his hands, even as his forward thrust toppled her backwards to hang around her neck by the rope again. Charlie watched her struggle with the rope, her tongue sticking out and her eyes panic stricken. His loins went back and forth, his hands holding her still to his thrusts. She was liquid heat, her little cunt nipping him each upstroke, squeezing him until he pulled away. Looking down, he admired her concave belly, her hairless pubis and the stretched apart leaves of her labia, drawn either side of his gleaming cock as it thrust once more into her little body. "I'm going to come soon," he panted. Jane gurgled and fought for breath, hot tears sliding down her cheeks as she wondered what he intended to do; to let her hang, or take her down. Staring at the dimming ceiling, Jane watched her eyesight fade away with an odd detachment. She stopped her struggling to consider it, knowing she should be concerned that she was no longer breathing; yet not really worried. Charlie had thrust hard into her and he was crying out from seemingly miles away. As darkness welled up over her, Jane felt the pumping of his seed and wished for a boy. Coming back to his senses, Charlie cut the swaying girl down and loosened the noose before checking her pulse, sighing when he found it. Victoria wouldn't have been happy to learn of a death, certainly not from a girl old enough to have children. ****** Samantha and Sophia popped their heads around the surgery door and grinned nervously. "Come in!" Rachel told them. "Can we play some more games?" Samantha asked for them both. "Yes of course! But first you must remove your clothes," Rachel told them, patting a chair over which there garments could be placed and closing the door. "What's are those?" Samantha asked as, she looked at the stools that Daniel was carrying into the middle of the surgery. The top of the stools, instead of being flat as they normally would be, were shaped like that of a saddle with the leather sliding away with a mushroom shaped knob made of metal protruding from the base. "Just another experiment!" Daniel told her, checking the wires were in position. "It won't hurt, will it?" Samantha asked. "The last one did," Sophia murmured accusingly. "That's because you didn't do it right," Rachel told her curtly. Placing two puzzles on a table in front of the stools she explained the game. "When you have completed the puzzles, we will know just how much electricity to give you," Rachel explained. "What if we can't?" Samantha asked as she tried making sense of the two jigsaw type puzzles on the table. "Oh, you'll have plenty of time. At the end of each minute a buzzer with sound, then the electricity will be turned on for the last ten seconds. Each minute, the electricity will be turned up, to sort of edge you on, should you need it," Rachel smiled. "What if we can't finish them?" Samantha asked again. "The game will stop after five minutes," Daniel told her. Prodding the girls forward the doctors watched excitedly as they sat astride their special stools with their little cunts squashed against the metal plates. The little knob of leather that looked so much like a small toadstool helped to hold them firmly in place, and as a final precaution, straps had been placed around their ankles and attached to the stools. The twins eyed the straps suspiciously but Daniel and Rachel gave them no chance to think about them, getting their watches ready to start the game as quickly as they could. With the cameras watching them intently, the girls began solving the puzzles in front of them, neither of them aware that the solution was impossible and that they would be receiving the full charge anyway. As they worked on the puzzles, Sophia moved her loins and tightened her thighs, starting to like the feel of the knob in her cunt. The first fifty seconds passed and the buzzer sounded. The girls stopped moving the pieces to each wait, completely still, until the surge of electricity jumped through their little cunts. The doctors clinical detachment was lost as they watched the girls brazenly squirming on the saddles, their flushed faces and wide eyed expressions saying volumes about the pleasure they were gaining from the electricity passing between their labia. The electricity stopped and the girls both stopped, their bodies held still for a few moments, then relaxing. "Hurry and finish the puzzles," Daniel reminded them. Still glowing, the children returned their attentions to the puzzles, moving parts in an effort to get all to fit, their faces beginning to show their confusion and growing tension as the seconds ticked away. Watching the twins squirm, Daniel and Rachel felt their own passions grow. Their eyes devoured the twins pale thighs that hung each side of the saddles and their little cunts that were squashed tightly against the contoured seat, each pulse of electricity now forcing their muscles to spasm and contort, increasing the sensations that coursed through their young bodies. The buzzer sounded and they both looked up, the same look of surprise and anguish on their pretty faces. The electricity was turned on again, this time twice as powerfully as before and the twins jerked and flailed their limbs, shaking on their stools while their squeals and screams erupted as they suffered the full range of sensations through their little bodies. When the ten seconds ended, the girls slumped and fought for breath, both looking exhausted and yet flushed. A quick examination revealed a wetness coating their lovely smooth cunts. "Hurry! Five seconds has gone already," Daniel pronounced as he made notes. Rachel went up behind her brother and gripped his solidly muscled arm, crooning in his ear. "Are they not lovely?" she asked him softly, eager to have him slide his marvellous cock into her again. "When the twins have gone, I am going to have you sit astride one of these stools whilst I fuck you with the current on," Daniel grinned. Rachel sobbed, squeezing her thighs together at the very thought of the pleasure that would give her. The twins were panting now, each looking in vain for a way to finish the puzzles, their eyes glancing across as they each tried gaining knowledge from the other as the seconds ticked away. "I can't do it! I can't do it!" Sophia cried. She gave up moving the pieces of the puzzle and fought against the straps instead, trying with ever-greater desperation to get off the stool and the electric pulses. The buzzer sounded again and she fell still, her anguish clear on her face as she waited that last moment for the pleasures brought by the pain. It came and both girls were forced into complete tenseness, every muscle standing out from their young bodies, their eyes bulging and their young bodies shaking with the strain forced upon them. A high pitched keening filled the room as the girls tried screaming through constricted throats while, down between their thighs, close inspection showed erect clitorises being shook against the leather, inflaming the little tender buttons even more. The children were coming, their heads flung back, both appearing the same as they spent upon the leather seats, then slumped forward with the release of electricity, exhausted. Samantha looked around; amazed she'd found pleasure through the all- encompassing power of the electricity. Sophia burst out crying and tried again to release herself, her hands shaking and her fingers refusing to do as she asked of them. The Doctors took notes and looked forward to reviewing the film where they would then notice things they had missed through note taking. While Sophia wept and tried escaping, Samantha looked passively at the puzzle and then at the doctors. "It can't be done, can it?" she asked. "You have twenty seconds left," Daniel warned. Rachel licked her lips and shook, fighting the urge to spread her thighs and masturbate. The buzzer sounded again and Sophia screamed in anguish, while her sister calmly took a deep breath. The electricity swept into them and immediately jerked them erect and stiff, holding them in it's vice until the ten seconds had passed, releasing them to fall limply forward. Releasing them Daniel placed them in turn on the examination table, spreading their thighs wide apart to closely examine their tender cunts. Both their labia were a bright, sore pink, growing increasingly pink towards their smooth edges and both coated with a sticky, slippery wetness. Parting them revealed an interior gleaming with wetness and small clitorises still slowly shrinking into their long fleshy hoods. "Interesting!" Daniel murmured, as the twins were carried out of the surgery back to the Priory. "As interesting as this?" Rachel asked. She had removed her clothes and was now sitting astride one of the stools with her cunt pressed against the metal plate and her anus pushed back and exposed to her brother. With the remote in her hand she waiting breathlessly until Daniel started to fuck her, and then turned the electricity on full power.