From: an117711@anon.penet.fi
Fantasia Story

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                      LORDS AND LADIES
                       by V.P. Viddler
                           Part 9

   "I will fuck them all," said the Marquis of Smight. "I will fuck
Lady Julia, I will fuck Lady Judith, I will fuck Lady Anna. Who
else can I fuck, my lord?"

   "Fuck your granddaughter," Lord Aldenby said.

   "Ah, I would love to do that, but the girl is but a school
child."

   "So what," the lord said. "Is she not a sexy young bitch?"

   "Ah yes, oh yes, my lord. She has legs like a young colt. Thighs
that make my mouth water. Calves that cry out for stroking. And her
fine, luscious, bouncing, squirming, hard- nippled breasts make a
man's cock throb with want."

   "So then," Lord Aldenby said. "Get her, my boy. Bring her to the
manor, and I assure you you can fuck her all you want. Of course,
I want my share, you know."

   "Gladly, my lord," said the marquis. "But as I say, Lucinda is
in school. And she is still a virgin, I'm sure."

   "Gad, man, what of that?" roared Lord Aldenby. "Get her! I want
her! By god, I shall break her schoolgirl spirit, all right! Would
you not like to see that young, nubile body crawling on the ground
in front of you? Crawling on her belly, squirming, begging to fuck
you if only you will stop hurting her? Hanging by her wrists,
stretched as tight as a rubber band, head thrown back, mouth open
and screaming, legs thrashing, taut body twisting as you..."

   "Oh my god," Smight said, "stop. Your words and the things you
describe have me so aroused..."

   "Good," said the lord. "Take it out on Julia, or Judith, or
Anna, and while you fuck them, think of your young Lucinda and all
the things you will make her do to you. If you take Judith, say,
and lay her out on the bed of spikes inside, she will give you such
a fuck upon her wild, bucking, bouncing body..."

   "I go," the marquis said.

   "Thrash her first," Lord Aldenby told him. "It will make her
pain so much worse."

   Lucinda, he thought. Pretty Lucinda. I want you right now, on
your knees with your sobbing mouth around my cock. Stripping for me
as you suck.

   Who should he fuck now? Anna was hanging in his bathroom right
now, hanging by her hair from the ceiling, waiting for him to brand
her with his cigar tip while she yelled her head off. God, he loved
doing that! Anna did such a stimulating dance for him in mid-air as
he touched the cigar to her flesh all over her body.

   But it was Julia he wanted now, Lady Julia, his wife, whom he
had reduced from a haughty, aristocratic snob to a ruined, broken
hulk. After all the whippings and brandings and torturing and
shaming and public fucking and sucking, he still got a big hard-on
by making her crawl for him.

   "Julia," he called, "crawl in here."

   Julia crawled in awkwardly, for her hands were bound behind her
back.

   "Roll around on the floor, pig slut," he said.

   And Lady Julia got down and rolled, painfully, until he said
stop.

   Soon he was fucking Julia's mouth as his man whipped her thighs
with a riding crop, making her sob and gasp and whimper around his
cock.

   Lucinda, Lord Aldenby thought. A young girl. Firm, hard tits to
torture. Curving young legs to slash to ribbons. Smooth skin to
burn and ruin. A young soft mouth to rape, a virgin cunt to ram
your cock into. Lucinda. Ah, how you will look spread-eagled across
my dining table, limbs pulled so taut the skin will almost rip,
tits flat and curvy, body covered with gism, body and face with
gism from my men. Hundreds of them. Fucking your young, luscious,
delicious, squirming, twisting, arching, bucking, rolling,
thrashing, struggling, bouncing, tortured, tormented, aching,
jerking, ruined body! When I am through with you I will throw you
into the cellar and you can amuse the servants. And the dogs.

   Judith howled loudly. Ah good. Smight was hurting her. Judith
was no longer a masochist. Pain is not fun when it is suffered
constantly, incessantly, and horribly. Only for the sadist is it
fun. Ah, yes. Scream. Julia will scream also. Anna will scream
delightfully.

   "I will bring Lucinda," Smight said, coming in.

   "Good," the lord said. "Right now, you can fuck Julia's mouth as
soon as I finish, and I will go see what you have done to Judith."

   "I hope Anna is in pain," Smight said.

   "Upstairs, hanging in my bathroom by her hair, my boy. Go pay
your luscious wife a visit. Would you loke to thrash the bitch on
the breasts?"

   "I want to do it to Lucinda," Smight said. "My god, the tits,
the young, bouncing tits. To lay the crop across them and watch her
howl and struggle and beg...to lie on top of her, forcing her to
curl her young thighs around my waist, forcing her to wriggle and
twist under me. To shoot up her virgin pussy, and kiss her yelling
mouth, kiss her twisting lips and let her scream down my throat,
kiss and kiss her while I pull her hair and slap her tits and kiss
and fuck and hurt and pull and kiss kiss kiss my Lucinda..."