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

                    LORDS AND LADIES
                     by V.P. Viddler
                          10

     "I'm sorry, sir," the school principal said, "but Miss
Lucinda is unavailable right now. She is being chastised."
     "Chastised?" Lord Aldenby said. "For what, may I ask?"
     "For nothing, sir. Simply that. Except for the fact that
Miss Lucinda has the most sinfully nubile body I have seen in
many a long day. Many of our instructors have gotten most aroused
by the constant sight of her swaying, bouncing breasts. And her
smooth, curving bare legs. And her full, pouty lips. And her
long, long, swinging yellow hair. And so it was naturally decided
that there was only one fitting way to satisfy their lusts. By
first punishing Miss Lucinda until that sweet young body is a
bloody ruin, and then making her into the slut she is by fucking
her repeatedly, over and over and over again."
     "By god!" Lord Aldenby said. "What a bully school this is!
But can we not see the little slut?"
     "It is most unusual," the principal said.
     "We will pay," said Smight.
     "Ah. Well. Just at the moment, Miss Lucinda is being
stretched on the rack."
     "My lord!" said Lord Aldenby.
     "Hark!" said the principal. "I think, if you listen, you can
just hear the young lady."
     A far away but most shrill and spine-chilling scream could
be faintly heard.
     "The rack!" the lord said. "By god, we must see this!"
     "Well...Miss Lucinda is most certainly not in a position to
object," said the principal.
     And he took them downstairs to a sound-fast room containing
many instruments of pain. The largest was a round wooden rack,
and upon it lay the naked body of young Lucinda, most tightly
stretched and obviously in horrible pain. Screams came
continually from her wide open mouth. Her head, the only part of
her body that could move at all, rolled wildly from side to side,
and her long yellow hair hung down almost to the floor. But she
was the most erotically beautiful sight in the world. The taut,
straining body was curved and hollowed in mouth-watering relief.
The elongated calves and thighs were exquisite. The thrusting,
quivering, luscious young breasts cried out to be touched--or
beaten. They did not bounce now, but that they could sway and
swing until they drove a man mad, was most obvious.
     "By god," Lord Aldenby said softly. "I would pay five
thousand dollars right now, to be able to slash those titties
with a whip or a riding crop."
     The girl screamed louder.
     "How many lashes, my lord?" said the principal.
     "A dozen," the lord said. "Ten thousand for two dozen."
     "You may pick any whip you wish, my lord."
     "Thanks," the lord said. "This will do."
     As he moved toward the bound and helpless girl, whip in
hand, Lucinda tried desperately to twist against her bonds. That
tight, curving body twitched and spasmed in a futile attempt to
avoid what was coming.
     Lord Aldenby raised his arm. Frantically, Lucinda tried to
stop gasping and yelling long enough to say something, to beg and
plead. Lord Aldenby smiled happily.
     "Ah, my dear young Lucinda," he said. "Such fine, fine
breasts. Take that." And his arm came down.
     A loud, cracking sound that made Smight's cock hard in a
moment. A terrible, vibrating scream that rebounded off the
walls.
     The whip rose again. And fell.
     "Oh, Christ," said Smight through Lucinda's blasting shriek,
"I must add to this wonderfully suffering whore's agony. Or
perhaps, still better, I can fuck her squirming young cunt while
Lord Aldenby whips those tortured tits."
     "I will pay," Lord Aldenby said. "Do it, man!"
     "Thanks," Smight said, forcing his cock between Lucinda's
curving thighs and putting his weight onto her horribly taut
torso.
     "Miss Lucinda howls so nicely, does she not?" the principal
said.
     "Join in, man," the lord said. "Go on. Burn her, for god's
sake. Take this, you filthy young cocksucker. Take this and this
and this!"
     Crack! Slash! Whack!
     "How beautiful her body is in her pain!" said Smight. "How
this cunt spasms! Hurt her some more, my lord. Whip harder as I
come inside her twat. Burn her, principal!"
     "I am burning the slut now. Burning the writhing little
yowling bitch. Ah, Miss Lucinda, hurt, you whore. You young,
smooth, soft, breast-bouncing, hip-swinging Miss Lucinda. I kiss
you with pain..."