~Subject: FANTASIA: Lords and Ladies - Part 8 
~Keywords:  (rape, pain, torture etc)
~From: an117711@anon.penet.fi

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                       LORDS AND LADIES
                        by V.P. Viddler
                               8

    Lady Julia was covered with piss. It glistened on her body and
oozed onto the wounds striping her skin. She lay in a slimy puddle
of piss and shit. She had lain there for many hours, and would go
on lying there for many more. Her mouth was distorted by an ancient
hinging gag, which held her mouth wide open, straining her jaws and
allowing passage for any fluids that might be poured down her
throat. Horrible gasping, rasping sounds came out of the gaping
mouth. Particularly when the dogs and pigs and goats were set upon
her helplessly bound body.

   Nearby, Lady Judith was hanging from a tree by her hair, wrists
bound in back of her, as two men fucked her front and back and a
third stuck small spikes all over the soft flesh of her young,
wildly twisting body.

   It was this sight with which Lord Aldenby introduced his cousin,
the Marquis of Smight, to life at his manor.

   "My good lord!" the marquis said in shock. "What--or who-- will
be your next victim, I wonder?"

   "Your wife," Lord Aldenby said.

   "Ah," Smight said. "How ingenious. Anna is coming now."

   Lady Anna was tall, slim, lusciuosly curved and had long dark
hair. My mouth watered, for I knew I would soon see this fine lady
naked and bound and squirming with pain. Lady Julia and Lady Judith
had spoiled us, and we wanted fresh young flesh at our mercy.

   Lady Anna knew right away what was in store for her. A small
sound came from her throat as she saw the tortured women.

   "No!" she gasped, choking. "No! No!"

   "But yes, my darling Lady Anna," Lord Aldenby said. "Your
husband has sold you to me for my slave."

   "Ahh no, no!" Lady Anna moaned, shaking. "For god's sake, no. I
beg you, I cannot stand this!"

   "Your fright is most stimulating, my lady," the lord said. "And
I am certain that your body will be also. I would like to see it
now. All of it. You will now take off your clothes."

   "Oh dear god," Anna moaned. "You cannot--I can't--oh John, John-
-"

   "Do as Lord Aldenby says, Anna," said Smight. "You are his now.
His lowly toy and plaything, to do his bidding. Now do it."

   "No...not out in...not in front of..."

   "In front of us all," Lord Aldenby said. "Your body will be used
by my whole staff, in all ways. Now begin."

   ""No, no, no, ah god, help me..."

   "Allow me to convince my wife, my lord," Smight said. And his
crop flashed in a series of hard, brutal blows across the lady's
firm round breasts. Her screams split the air again and again. And
soon we were watching as she took off all her clothing, sobbing
wildly and trying vainly to cover her firm young body with her
hands.

   Whip! Whap! Scream!

   And Lady Anna stood naked in front of us all, hands down, crying
and shaking and absolutely beautiful.

   By that night, when a satiated Lord Aldenby sent her to my room,
Lady Anna had been taught with brutal thoroughness what she was and
what she must do.

   She crawled in at my door. "Oh my master," she said. "I am yours
for this night. I am your humble naked slave, your thing, your
toy." She was sobbing now. I smiled. "I am a slut and a whore. I am
a dirty filthy piece of shit. I am a lowly cock- sucker. My mouth
is yours, my lord; my body is yours, my lord; my tits, my nipples
are yours, my lord; my legs, my hips, my thighs, my back; my ass is
yours, oh my lord. I will do as you command. I will fuck you again
and again, I will suck you with mouth and lips and tongue, I will
drink your piss and eat your shit, I will degrade myself before
you, crawl for you, shame my honor. Destroy my honor and my
dignity, lord. Hurt my body, abuse my young, proud flesh. Whip me
all over." Sob. "B-burn my breasts and my thighs. Ohh god, ohh let
me prostrate this body for you..."

   I told her to stop, I had had enough. I said, "Piss. Right now."

   But she couldn't. So I put out a few cigars on her nipples.
Slowly. Until she pissed on my floor.

   I said, "Drink it," and the lady, in a paroxysm of shame and
disgust, bowed down and obeyed.

   "Wipe it up with your hair," I said. "And then lie flat on the
floor and spread out, so you can get splinters in your tits as I
fuck your tight young ass."

   Next day Lord Aldenby put on an exhibition of whipping, with
Lady Anna as the victim of honor. In front of us all she was hung
up by her wrists in the dining hall and whipped by the lord and the
marquis until she was raw-throated from howling and that body
spasmed horribly as it rotated and dangled as we watched.

   And then she was stretched on the table and raped and raped and
raped...