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WARNING: All Fantasia stories contain some or all of the                      

following: Non-consensual sex, rape, bondage, heavy pain,                     

torture, incest, degradation, underage characters. If these                   

things offend you, do not read.                                               

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                 MY BARE LADY

                by V.P. Viddler



     Lady Milford was trembling.

     Rufus had not looked up from his work as he had heard her 

coming downstairs to the servants' quarters, nor as she had 

slowly approached the table at which he stood. And he did not 

have to look up now to know that she was trembling badly. Only as 

Lady Milford spoke did he finally look at her, and then it was a 

slow, almost insolent, moving of his eyes upward, over her form 

as she stood across the table from him. Such a look as would have 

been unthinkable had it not been for circumstances that had 

occurred not many days ago. His gaze moving up across Lady 

Milford's body, from her round hips up to her full bosom, up 

again slowly to her face, which, blazing, drawn, exhibited anger, 

and shame, and fear, and most of all a knowledge of what Rufs was 

thinking, of what he was remembering.

     That shaking voice had faltered, but now she swallowed hard 

and began again. "My husband--my husband has commanded me--" 

trying to fix her look upon him but not quite able to do so, the 

dark eyes halfway downcast, as he took in that full yet willowy 

form, that softly cascading blonde hair. "--to ask you to--to 

punish me," Lady Milford said, barely gasping out the words. "To-- 

to the best of your ability."

     "I see," Rufus said, looking at Lady Milford's halfway 

downcast eyes. Hearing her laboring breath. Looking at the high 

bosom, rising and falling. Recalling. "And did he say how I 

should punish you, my lady?"

     "No."

     "I see. My choice, then, is it?

     "I--I--yes."

     "And did my lord specify just what extent of severity I am 

to employ?"

     A near moan from Lady Milford. "No. But--" A sharp breath. 

"He said--he would expect--to hear me, upstairs. To hear me--

screaming."

     "Ah," Rufus said.

     Lady Milford's mortification was highly satisfactory. It was 

of course what her husband had wanted for her. In addition to 

that actual punishment which would result in that screaming he 

was no doubt waiting to hear from his wife.

     This was not the first occasion on which Lord Milford had 

subjected his lady to such mortification, nor to such punishment. 

That had taken place not a month previously. Lord and Lady 

Milford sitting at breakfast. Lady Milford pale, trembling as 

Rufus had come in in answer to his lordship's ring.

     "No," Lady Milford was saying. "Not that, Richard, please. 

Not the servants. You can't. Please, Richard. Not that. Please."

     "But you have been so willful, my dear. You know you have. 

And you must be made to know your place. I am afraid this is the 

only way."

     "Dear god," Lady Milford had whispered. "Oh, dear god. 

Richard, no. I will be--"

     "Rufus," Lord Milford said. "Lady Milford is in need of 

instruction. I want you to assist me in instilling into her the 

principles of submission to her husband. I trust you will have no 

objection to acting in this matter."

     "Not at all, my lord."

     And Lady Milford with a horror-filled moan had slid from her 

chair and fallen to her knees. "I beg you, Richard," sobbing, "I 

am begging you on my knees. You cannot mortify me in this way. 

Not with--"

     "You shall know your place, my dear, and your servants will 

know it also. Rufus, you will accompany Lady Milford and myself 

to the lady's bedroom."

     Recalling this, and what had followed, Rufus gazing at the 

shaking form of his mistress could see that Lady Milford also was 

recalling. As Lord Milford had planned, each time she saw him she 

would recall that horror, and know that he also was thinking of 

it, and know that it could and probably would occur again at her 

husband's pleasure.

     As now.

     "If you please, my lady," Rufus said now. "Remove your 

shirtwaist."

     A short gasp. A swaying of the body, a tightness of the 

fists. "I--oh god, I--"

     "If you please, my lady. Now."

     "Ohhh." And Lady Milford with shaking fingers began to 

unbutton the garment hiding her bosom. But now the dark eyes 

moved, widening with sudden shock and apprehension as she now saw 

Titus, his youthful apprentice, lurking in the gloom of the 

background.

     "What--why is--"

     "Do not stop, my lady. Your husbnad, I trust, did not 

particularly say that your punishment was to be limited to my 

eyes alone."

     "Oh--but--oh, I--no--"

     "Did he, my lady?

     "I--ohh--no--but--"

     "Then I think my lord will not mind that Titus--or anyone 

else who may happen in--all of us--will watch, will witness, and 

perhaps as reward for assiduity may participate in that which my 

lord has ordained. Is it not so, my lady?"

     Lady Milford looked faint. Shaking her head slowly.  

"Please--" And a tear was rolling down that pale and beautiful 

face.

     Titus was watching, breathing hard enough.

     "Go on, my lady."

     Looking away now, fingers shaking harder, Lady Milford 

unbuttoned that shirtwaist and with a sob now pulled it apart, 

baring to Rufus and to Titus and to anyone possibly lurking in 

the corners her high proud quivering round pink-nippled breasts, 

Rufus now recalling his first sight of that body bare on that day 

when, having accompanied his lord and lady to Lady Milford's 

bedroom, he had hardly crediting his ears heard Lord Milford say 

to his wife, "Now, my dear, with Rufus's aid I shall punish you 

for your sins. You will undress yourself, my dear. Totally, if 

you please."

     Lady Milford staring in horror, dumbly, then "Oh no. God, 

Richard--"

     "You see how my wife is disobedient," the lord said. 

"Carolina, you will obey me instantly or I shall have Rufus do it 

for you. If necessary I will bind you for him so that he may 

strip you without hindrance. Which is it to be?"

     "Please. Oh please. If you have any--"

     "Rufus--"

     "No!" And moaning and sobbing and flaming and trembling and 

gasping Lady Milford had undressed herself before his eyes. 

Utterly, as her lord had demanded. And then had fallen to her 

knees, hiding her face with her hands, crouching to hide that 

magnificent body. But soon rising again at her husband's command, 

to stand naked in Rufus's gaze.

     "Is my wife not a lady fit for a king?" said Lord Milford. 

"Do you not desire her body, Rufus?"

     A terrible sob from the lady.

     "If you will have my answer sir--"

     "I will."

     "I do indeed, sir. Most strongly."

     "Richard for pity's own sake--"

     "My dear. You will lie on the bed, if you please. For your 

chastisement. On your stomach. Now, Carolina."

     "Richard--send him away--I will--I will obey--you can punish 

me--but for god's sake--not this--not him--"

     "Rufus, you will put Lady Milford on the bed, and hold her 

still so that I may bind her wrists together and lash them to the 

headboard."

     "Richard--"

     But this was done. With that naked supple sinuous body 

stretching on the bed, wrists bound, arms over her head, 

squirming and writhing and pleading.

     "If you hold her by the ankles so that she cannot thrash 

about too much, I will whip this willfulness out of her."

     And with Rufus holding Lady Milford's slim ankles in his 

strong grip, as her body twisted ineffectually on that soft bed, 

Lord Milford produced a thin but vicious-looking leather whip. 

And suddenly raising it and cracking it down savagely across his 

lady's naked twisting back. Making Lady Milford buck sharply, 

pulling frantically against her bonds and Rufus's hands, and 

screaming loudly, loudly and shrilly, the first of a long string 

of screams and howls and cries of agony which tore from that 

yelling throat as her lord brought that punishing lash down upon 

her again and again and again, across her back and her buttocks 

and her thighs, striping Lady Milford's body without mercy from 

shoulders to knees. And that body twisting and arching and 

bucking and squirming.

     And at last Lord Milford paused. And said breathlessly, 

"Turn her over."

     "NOOO!" A spine-tingling shout of terror.

     "Turn her over!"

     And Rufus did, twisting her ankles until the lady's body was 

forcibly turned onto her back. With her arms stretching above to 

pull her breasts high and taut. And her bareness blazing at him, 

shaming her even in her fear.

     "Shall I whip your breasts, my dear?"

     "No! No! Richard, no!"

     But he did. Once. Twice. And again.

     And as Lady Milford was just beginning to diminish the awful 

howls and whippings of her body, her husband said, "Now, 

Carolina, having so sluttishly aroused Rufus with your nakedness 

and your writhings and squirmings, you will allow him to satisfy 

his lust upon that same body. I am looking forward to watching 

you possessed by a servant, who will take you mercilessly and 

violate you as you deserve. Rufus, I want you to rape my wife."

     And as Lady Milford, hoarse with screaming, yet began to 

scream again, and as with the releasing of her ankles she pulled 

that aching body up into a ball save only those still bound 

hands, crying and babbling to her husband to spare her this most 

awful, most sordid, most shameful, most horrifying, most 

mortifying, most unthinkable violation, Rufus was removing his 

clothing.

     "You will stretch out, my dear," said Lord Milford. "You 

will lay yourself out and open your body to this brute. I say you 

will."

     And when she had not, the lord has simply whipped that body 

again, lashing any part of that soft pale skin that was 

available, slashing the whip down so viciously across that flesh 

that each blow sounded like a pistol shot. Until the screaming 

shouting twisting Lady Milford could stand no more, and sobbingly 

laid herself out for him, her lord whipping her across the thighs 

until she unwillingly spread her long sensuous legs.

     And Rufus had fallen upon that body and taken her like an 

animal. It was utter conquest; rape, pillage, spoliation, 

violation, defilement; and Lord Milford watching it all with 

satisfaction as his wife was thus forcibly taught that lesson so 

unsupportable to her.

     "And now, my dear, you will know that this will always be 

with you. And I will know. And Rufus will know. Always. And at 

any time in future that I conclude that you require another dose 

of such instruction, I will, you may be sure, administer it."

     And now Lady Milford with tears in her eyes was pulling off 

her shirtwaist for him, to satisfy her husband who was upstairs 

listening for her screams. And as she did so, not looking at him, 

with her arms wide in the act of pulling off the garment, Rufus 

swiftly picked up a red-hot small branding tool that was handy on 

the table, hissing in its flame, and without warning brought it 

up and pressed its glowing tip directly against the luscious 

flesh of Lady Milford's left breast, just below the nipple, 

holding it against that vulnerable mound in the shocking instant 

that it took Lady Milford to react. Lady Milford, with a terrible 

blood-curdling howl of agony, fell backwards, pulling in horror 

and torment away from the insupportable pain, and in doing so 

fell down upon the floor, crouching there with bent body, 

cradling that tortured breast, further loud horrid cries of pain 

issuing from her twisting mouth.

     "That, I think, should pleasure his lordship, listening for 

your screams, my lady," Rufus said. "Please get up, Lady 

Milford."

     Moans and gasps.

     "I must insist, my lady, that you stand for me."

     "Oh, you--" But Lady Milford slowly, unsteadily, got up to 

stand, swaying, shaking, again before him. "Please--"

     "My lady, I am afraid I must, for the sake of symmetry, 

which I know my lord values, balance that mark on your breast 

with a similar brand on its opposite."

     Lady Milford turned white as a ghost. "No. No! I'll do 

anything--I'll obey you in anything--for pity's sake I cannot--" 

And Rufus picking up the glowing tool once again, Lady Milford 

backed away from him, moving toward the stairs.

     "I don't advise that you run away, my lady. My lord has--"

     "Oh please--don't--I can't--"

     "I will make it easier for you, my lady. Titus--as my lady 

will not or cannot stand still for another taste of this iron, 

you will have to assist her. Come behind Lady Milford and hold 

her still."

     "No! Oh god no!"

     But Titus only too eager to fulfill this duty was now behind 

her, and had seized hold of her arms. Lady Milford twisted 

vainly, her twistings increasing as Rufus brought that tool 

toward her right breast.

     "Hold her tightly."

     "No! NO OH NO PLEASE NO--" Trying frantically to shrink 

back, to break Titus's strong grasp, but Titus held on, pulling 

her arms back, making those shaking bosoms thrust toward the hot 

tool as though asking to be touched.

     And Rufus said, "Look at me, Lady Milford."

     "Oh god no please--"

     And Titus carried away by the proximity of the half naked 

body and her arousing forcible submission twisted a hand in that 

falling down yellow hair and by pulling on it forced Lady 

Milford's head up with a painful cry so that she was looking 

wildly into Rufus's eyes.

     "Look what I am going to do to you, my lady. Look how I am 

going to cause you such pain that your husband would hear you 

scream should he be at the topmost floor of his house, and behind 

closed doors. Look at what power I have to make you suffer. Oh, 

you will scream for me, my lady. Look." And Rufus brought the 

small iron forward to hiss against the lady's breast, holding it 

there as she flailed and thrashed and spasmed in Titus's grasp, 

and Lady Milford's horrifying inhuman ear-shattering screams 

indeed filled the house, again and again, reverberating 

throughout the rooms, upstairs and down, howl upon howl, until 

Lady Milford collapsed, almost unconscious.

     Signaling Titus to let go, Rufus caught his lady in his 

arms, holding her against him. Again she struggled, but faintly.

     "Titus. Strip the remainder of her clothing off her."

     "No--no--"

     But as Rufus clutched that body hard against himself, Titus 

avidly tore her clothing from her, panting, until Lady Milford 

was naked, Titus staring in lust and awe at that lustrous smooth 

long-legged form.

     And Rufus said, "Whip her, Titus. Do not gape at me, you 

oaf. Take your belt and whip her. Hard, mind. Hard, I say!"

     And Titus did just that, laying his broad leathter belt with 

a will across Lady Milford's back and buttocks and thighs, and 

her back again, as Rufus urged him on to hit harder, and Lady 

Milford twisting and writhing and jerking against Rufus's hard 

body, screaming and howling and shouting and shrieking as that 

strap cracked continuously across her agonized body.

     And at last those sounds brought the lord himself downstairs 

to investigate.

     "Most satisfactory," said Lord Milford. "I have been 

enjoying your screams highly, my dear. And I can see Rufus has 

done an excellent job. And for that he shall of course be 

rewarded. What would you ask, Rufus?"

     "I would ask, my lord, permission to violate my lady in a 

way even more degrading, more bestial, more animalistic than 

before."

     "Why not?" her husband said. "You both may. And also any of 

the other servants who would care to participate. I will watch. I 

think Lady Milford will learn from this, will you not, my 

darling?"

     "Richard--anything--I'll crawl for you--I'll be your slave--

anything-- please don't let them--please god please god please no 

don't god--"

     And Rufus and Titus now took the moaning crying lady and 

bound her face down over a large standing chopping block, her 

torso fastened over the top with her wrists and ankles lashed to 

the four legs. Twisting and struggling and pleading frantically 

for mercy, as Rufus stood behind her and slowly, powerfully, 

savagely invaded her hitherto virginal anus with his long thick 

tool. And then proceeded to violate that twisting body as Lady 

Milford again screamed her agony to the world.

     "Titus," Lord Milford said. "You must stand by your lady's 

head, so that she may find employment for that busy mouth by 

using it to pleasure your pintle."

     "NOOOOO!" Lady Milford shouted. 'OH GOD NO RICHARD NO NO NO 

NO NO!"

     Titus's tool was now out and quite stiff. And standing in 

front of the agonized woman's face. "Carolina," said her husband. 

"You will pleasure this lad with your mouth. You will do it until 

you have satisfied him completely and have taken into your belly 

all that he has to give you. Do you understand? Or must I--"

     "Oh god! Please. All right. Yes. Oh no. Oh dear god--"

     And as the lord took a step toward her, Lady Milford with a 

horrifying moan lifted her head and opened her mouth and took 

Titus's throbbing tool inside it. And as her husband laughingly 

looked on, as Rufus ruthlessly deflowered her back passage, Lady 

Milford sobbingly, moaningly, painfully, agonizedly, degradingly 

used her soft lips and crying mouth and pain-driven tongue and at 

last her gulping, gagging, retching but obediently swallowing 

throat to bring Titus such ecstasy as he had never known.

     "Do not unbind my lady," Lord Milford said when Rufus and 

Titus had finished with her. "I wish to savor her in this 

position, so debased and mortified. My dear, such intercourse, so 

to speak, with lowly servants is good for you, I think. and you 

will, from now on, pay such a visit down here on a regular basis, 

once a week. Do not dare to attempt to beg for mercy, my dear. It 

will do no good. And if I warrant you have earned it, I shall 

command such visitations still more frequently. Will you say, 

yes, my lord, as an obedient wife should? Or shall I take a whip 

to you just as you are, which I must say is my strong wish at 

this point."

     "I--I--Richard--"

     "Ah. The whip. Good."

     And the whip it was, and this whipping was so productive of 

wrigglings and jouncings and screamings that Titus and Rufus soon 

became stiff again. Now Lady Milford was bound on her back over 

the chopping block, and for the rest of that day and night the 

cellar shook its walls with her howls and begging and cracking of 

whips and sizzling of burning flesh and the smack of copulation 

as all the servants of the house violated Lady Milford in every 

possible way, as her husband gladly savored the continuous raping 

and degradation and torturing of his lady. Until whe was crawling 

as an animal...

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