~Subject: FANTASIA: Lords and Ladies (Part 2/10)
~Keywords:  (sm, bondage, rape etc)
~From: an117711@anon.penet.fi

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                     LORDS AND LADIES
                      by V.P. Viddler
                           2

   Lady Aldenby was never the same after that night.

   Nor was I.

   Each time I saw the lady, I could not but recall her as she was
then, humiliated and violated by us all. I saw her naked, twisting
body stretched out upon the large dining table, each wrist and
ankle held firmly by one of us on the orders of Lord Aldenby; her
arms and legs spread wide and taut, her degraded body open and
blazingly helpless. Of course it had not been necessary to hold
her, for if Lord Aldenby had commanded her to lie still for us to
do with her as we would, she must have done so. It was the lord's
will, though, to have his proud wife pinned down and raped by
force, to add to her shame.

   And each time Lady Aldenby saw me, or I suppose any of us, that
memory suffused her mind also. As haughty in her carriage as ever,
still her face showed that she recalled that singular night--and
that she knew that I was recalling it also. A tremor of her body,
a slight avoidance in her eyes, told me, and also, I am sure, added
to her mental horror and humiliation. The awareness and the memory
made my cock stiff as a board.

   One day, Lord Aldenby, in the lady's presence, commended my work
and asked what particular thing I would like as a reward. I took a
good breath and gazed directly into the lady's eyes. I saw fear in
them.

   To Lord Aldenby I said boldly, "I would like a night with Lady
Aldenby, my lord. Alone. With your command to her that she obey any
and all of my orders."

   "No," Lady Aldenby whispered.

   Lord Aldenby smiled. "Done," he said. "Tonight. My dear, you
will submit to all commands. Promptly and docilely. Is that
understood?"

   The lady shook. "Yes, my lord," she said softly.

   And that night she came to my room.

   It was most gratifying to watch the proud, haughty and
aristocratic Lady Aldenby quaking with shame, fear and rage as she
awaited my commands. I had her strip slowly, very slowly, standing
and turning in front of me until she was completely naked. I then
had her walk about the room, watching and watching as she displayed
her body in delightful motion, watching the swaying of her breasts
and the rippling thighs. And then I had her go to her knees, and
crawl. I sat back and brought out my hard cock while I watched her
crawl back and forth, back and forth. She began to sob.

   "Oh, my lady," I said, "your shameful crying is joyful music to
my prick. Do crawl over here now and take it into your voluptuous
mouth."

   The lady did, slowly, as I said. Her quivering lips were magic
around my prick. The lovely head bobbed up and down, and her soft
hair brushed across my crotch.

   "I will shoot into your face," I said, and I did, listening with
joy to her degraded cries as my gism spurted over her mouth, her
eyes, her hair, her nose and chin.

   "And now spread out," I said. "I shall fuck you on the floor...