His Plaything (closed for CGRaven & I)

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Caroline was relieved to distance herself a little, both physically and emotionally, from the uppity servant girl, with the knowing, and somewhat mocking stare. If only she could get her, and Sir Staunton out of the room, perhaps she could call for a bath, and scrub the residue of her sinful behaviour away.

Certainly she wanted to wash the servant girl's juices from her face and mouth, removing the reminder of the sinful act in which she had so recently engaged.

She also longed to sit in some cool water, hoping to ease the pain in her rear end, which was still stinging from the unnatural act to which it had been subjected.

She wanted them out, but, as her host was in her room, she was unable to order them to leave. Suddenly she screamed as Staunton's hand landed hard on her upturned ass, stinging painfully. Big eyes, watery with unshed tears turned and looked at him, hurt.

“ Kali dress the little Memsab in the most sensual gown you can find. She is not to have any under garments.”

"Oh NO! Please! I have to have some decorum. I dont wish to shock pleasant society."

She didn't add that the person most shocked by that, was her. She had thought that he would give her space, leave her be, at least for a few weeks. Instead, he seemed hell bent on continuing.

She had to curb her desire to rail and scream, to protest, as she knew it would only serve to anger him further. Still, nothing prepared her for what was to come next.


“Oh Kali tell all the servants that the little Memsab is for their entertainment and pleasure…….”

"No! NO! I will not!! They are...... the hired help, servants, far beneath me!! You cannot be seriour Sir!!"

“……until she learns she learns her new place in this household.”

She knew the moment the words left her lips, that it was the wrong thing to say. Hoping that it was not too late to salvage it, she fell to her knees, kissing his feet in utter supplication.

"Please, David, I beg you! Don't subject me to that! Wouldn't you... Would you not rather keep me to yourself??"

 

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"No! NO! I will not!! They are...... the hired help, servants, far beneath me!! You cannot be serious Sir!!"

Caroline’s cheeks blushed scarlet, her soft doe eyes shimmered with unshed tears. The poor little lamb was caught between her brother-in-law’s outrageous demand and the dark little beauty that could draw from her the most sinful desires and carnal pleasures of the flesh. Kali smiled as the proud little beauty prostrated herself before their Lord and Master kissing his feet in utter supplication.

"Please, David, I beg you! Don't subject me to that! Wouldn't you... Would you not rather keep me to yourself??"

“You are mine Caroline to do with as I please. To keep you for myself or to share you with who ever I please my girl…….”

He paused letting the reality of her situation take hold.

“………..That is unless you wish for James and Isabel to learn what you have done, that you have given yourself sexually to another woman and a servant girl at that.”

Staunton turned form the sobbing beauty at his feet.

“Kali when our little Memsab is attired as I desire bring her to my study for my inspection.”

Staunton rose leaving his chaste little sister-in-law sprawled prostrated on the floor.

“Oh Kali tell Mahatma come to my study as well for I will have a tasty little morsel for him to enjoy.”

With his instructions given and Caroline’s fate quite clear he left the terrified little beauty in Kali’s knowing hands.

 

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Numb with shock, and unable to get her mind to accept her new situation, Caroline was almost unaware as Kali bathed her, and then dressed her in an evening gown, with no petticoats underneath, no underthings at all, she was ushered down stairs, and to the Master's study.

It was a masculine room, polished mahogany book casing covered the walls, and every shelf was packed with leather bound books, their gilt titles glittered in the light that beamed in the large Georgian windows.

A huge mirror hung above the fireplace, and when Caroline caught her reflection, she was shocked back to reality. Her dress was far too low cut to be decent during the day, and without her stays, it clung obscenely to her womanly curves. Her breasts were clearly delineated by the fabric, and her nipples lifted were just visible.

Instantly, she crossed her arms, trying to cover herself, and in doing so, she squashed her breasts together, almost spilling them out from the bodice.

She looked at Sir Staunton.

"I... I appear to have forgotten my shawl!"

She turned to Kali, red in the face.

"Run along girl, fetch my lace shawl at once!"

 

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Sir David Staunton sat behind the huge mahogany desk that created the focal point of his study. Kali did not bother to knock but simply opened the door and ushered in her chaste blushing charge. Staunton was quite pleased with Kali’s choice of gown for the prim and oh so proper little Memsab Caroline. The dress was far too low cut to be decent during the day, and without her stays, it clung obscenely to her womanly curves. Her breasts were clearly delineated by the fabric, and her nipples lifted were just visible. A most charming and erotic effect indeed.

While he was savoring the effect of the gown young Caroline caught her reflection in the study’s mirror. Her already crimson cheeks blushed scarlet as the blushing young beauty Instantly, she crossed her arms, trying to cover herself, and in doing so, she squashed her breasts together, almost spilling them out from the bodice.

When her eyes met her brother-in-law’s the girl mustered all the courage and bravado she had left.

"I... I appear to have forgotten my shawl!"

She turned to Kali, red in the face.

"Run along girl, fetch my lace shawl at once!"

Kali of course did not move or even acknowledge the imperious command of the little Memsab but slowly sank to her knees awaiting her Masters command.

“Kali will NOT be fetching you a shawl my girl and you have till the count of three to pace your hands in the small of your back or I shall have you so bound.

His voice was dark rich softly deceptive as if he were speaking to a petulant child yet there was a cold touch of iron to his tone as well. A tone that warned that he was master of this house and his slightest desire was law.

“……..you will maintain that position while Mahatma inspects you to see if he desires to use your body and partake of your sweet charms Caroline.”

An evil smile bowed Sir David Staunton’s lips as he began to count.


“One…..”

His dark rich voice intoned.

“…Two…”

Like the tolling of a bell proclaiming her doom.
“…..Three!”

Caroline’s fate was upon her.

 

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“Kali will NOT be fetching you a shawl my girl and you have till the count of three to pace your hands in the small of your back or I shall have you so bound.

His words, while quietly spoken, carried the full import of his command. She trembled, afraid to move, afraid of what was happening to her. It beggered belief, and she froze.

“……..you will maintain that position while Mahatma inspects you to see if he desires to use your body and partake of your sweet charms Caroline.”

Oh Good God NO!!!! Caroline began to tremble. But then a thought occurred to her. Perhaps he was testing her. Surely no gentleman would subject her to such a thing??? Then again, had he not forced her to pleasure and be pleasured by a servant girl? Had he not sodimised her???

Her lip trembled, as his tone of voice seemed almost to stroke her, as he counted, every word making her shake, as thought she had been struck, and terrified, she remained immobile.

ONE................ TWO.....

At the count of three, she forced her hands away from her chest, clutching them instead in front of her. To grip her hands behind her, as he had said would make her breasts jut against the straining bodice of her gown, something she could not bring herself to do, especially not for another of his native servants. It was too much, simply too much.

She plucked up the courage to raise her gaze, to look him in the eye.

"Please Sir, I beg you. Don't make me do this!"

 

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How adorable Caroline looked her shimmering soft eyes, now grown wide, with disbelief and fear filled at what the Master of number 69 Mayfair Place was demanding of her. The little bow of her ripe succulent lips trembled as he intoned ”One”.


Caroline sublimely delicate body trembled with every word making her shake, as thought she had been struck, “Two”

At the count of three, she forced her hands away from her chest, clutching them instead in front of her. The hapless, young beauty wrung her hands as he called out Three

She plucked up the courage to raise her gaze, to look him in the eye.

"Please Sir, I beg you. Don't make me do this!"

Caroline had plucked up her fading courage and had raised her eyes to meet his. All she found was a stony continence that told her he would not relent.

“Kali……”

His voice dark and hard as flint. Caroline could feel her temptress step closer, so close that she could feel the heat of the girl’s body, her breathe play across the nape of her neck, ready to do her Master’s bidding.


TAP

The toe of his boot softly rang out on the study’s hard wood floor.


TAP, TAP

This time the tap was much louder and left no doubt that he was once more counting to three. This time Kali was at hand and Caroline would be bound if she did not obey his command.

TAP, TAP, TAP

The finality of her situation made clear in each harsh note his boot toe plucked form the hardwood floor.

 

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A little smile kicked the corners of Kali's mouth upward, and she watched Caroline, smugly, knowing that she didn't realise the significance of the foot tapping.

Caroline stood there, sensing the air of expectation, unsure what it signified, and then as the final tap rang out around the room, she finally read the expression on Sir Staunton's face, and clasped her hand behind her back.

Her face heated, and she looked down, unable to face anyone, knowing that her breasts thrust obscenely against the thin fabric of her dress. She was shaking, hoping that this was a test, that he would not allow his manservant to see her life this, to touch her.

Tears shimmered in her eyes, and she jumped as the door opened, and Mahatma entered. Instantly Caroline released the clasp on her hands, and turned to face the wall, mortified at this exposure.

 

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Kali smiled to herself as the sweet young Caroline seemed not to grasp the significant of her Master’s foot tapping out the girl’s fate. Then as the toe of his boot fell for the last time suddenly Caroline’s eyes grew large and frightened at the expression on Sir Staunton's face, and clasped her hand behind her back.

Kali smile darken with pleasure at the effect the simple act had. The scarlet blush that colored the girl’s flawless ivory cheeks, the way her breasts thrust obscenely against the thin fabric of her dress, and Kali savored the tears shimmered in the trapped beauty’s eyes as she jumped when the door opened, and Mahatma entered.

“Caroline assume the position again or Kali will bind you and I shall have to chastise you for your disobedience.”

All eyes were on the chaste little white beauty as they waited to see if she would obey the Master or suffer the consequences of her stiff neck pride. Mahatma knew that she would be his, his to use as he pleased for the amusement of his master. He took a step forward and Caroline could see that he was a huge man and well muscled a man who could forcibly bend her to his will no matter how she fought or struggled. He eyes were as dark as the mid night sky and his skin as black as sin itself.

 

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Tears swelled, and hung, fat and heavy, trembling on her lower lids before spilling over, and streaking her cheeks. Caroline's face was heated, and she looked down, shamed.


“Caroline assume the position again or Kali will bind you and I shall have to chastise you for your disobedience.”

The Master would bear no further delay, that was clear, and, shaking with fear of what was to happen, Caroline forced her hand behind her back, and clasped her fingers. Her knuckles were white, evidence of the internal struggle she was fighting, between her own modesty, and her absolute belief that Staunton would indeed make good on his threat.

She could feel the almost black eyes of Mahatma peruse her with an insolence she despised. She glanced at Staunton, in a silent plea for mercy, hoping against hope that he was simply showing her that he was master of the house, and, it seemed of her fate, and that she must obey. However, she feared it was more than that, that this was only the beginning of a long journey into depravity.

 

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Both Kali and Staunton watched the moral struggle that brought tears to sweet innocent Caroline’s bright expressive eyes. They watched as a crystalline tear slid down her cheek and the winsome young English beauty, shaking with fear, forced her hand behind her back, and clasped her fingers. Caroline turned her tear shimmering eyes to her brother-in-law begging him to have mercy on her. Not to shame her before these servants these heathen.

“ Kali raise Miss Caroline’s skirts so Mahatma can see her legs and the silken smoothness of her skin.”

Was the only answer that the young girl received. Kali pressed her body to the little Memsab’s as he hands reached around Caroline to gather her skirts in her dark fingers.

Rebel little Memsab I wish to see the Master punish you.

Kali hissed in Caroline’s ear as she began to draw the girl’s skirts up her leg to stop at mid calf.

“ Higher….”

Came Staunton dark command and the helm of Caroline’s skirts crept up to mid thigh.

“Higher!!!!!!”

The material of the gown tickled the hapless young beauty’s thighs as the helm crept higher untill her sweet little pussy was bared to Mahatma He stepped forward and he slipped a dark ebony finger into Caroline’s bared pussy and he rolled her clit under the pad of his finger. Then he slowly began to test the tightness of her hot wet little cunt.

“ The Memsab is tight may I take her here and now Sir.”

The ebony giant requested of his Master as he let his finger slip from Caroline’s treacherous little body. And Kali let the girl’s skirts tumble down her legs .

“ Caroline remove your gown so Mahatma may take his pleasure from your body.! ….or do you need Kali’s assistance?”

 

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“ Kali raise Miss Caroline’s skirts so Mahatma can see her legs and the silken smoothness of her skin.”

No! NO NO! NO! NO!

This wasn't happening! It was a nightmare! A dreadful, horrible dream, but a dream nontheless. Desperately, Caroline tried to block her mind to what was happening, and yet the cool air at her ankles, and the tickle of her hemline against her flesh told her this was indeed happening, and it was happening now.

She flinched when she felt Kali's tongue at her ear, and shook as she fought to hold her position. Only the certain knowledge that the master would tie her hands if she fought prevented her from struggling more.

Rebel little Memsab I wish to see the Master punish you.

Kali's words hissed in her ear, served to reinforce Caroline's resolve to obey.

“ Higher….”

Caroline gasped as she felt her skirts being risen higher and higher still, until she was certain that her mons was on view. She could feel the cool air caress it, and her face, already heated with blush, burned.

She squeezed her eyes tightly shut, hoping to shut it all out, and yet she gasped when she felt what she knew to be the Indian servant's finger touch her little bundle of nerves, making her tremor. Then she gasped as the finger moved and probed her.

“ The Memsab is tight may I take her here and now Sir.”

She felt her skirts fall, but her relief was short lived, as Staunton spoke.

“ Caroline remove your gown so Mahatma may take his pleasure from your body.! ….or do you need Kali’s assistance?”

NO!!! He could not be serious!!

Panic filled her, and Caroline began to struggle wildly, hitting Kali with her elbow, and lunging for the door.

 

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How adorable Caroline looked with her hands clasped in the small of her back her sweet soft eyes tightly shut as she struggled to obey the Lord and Master of number 69 Mayfair Place even as his man servant's finger touch her little bundle of nerves, making her tremor. Then she gasped as the finger moved and probed her, enkindling the most sinful fires deep within her chaste little body.

“ Caroline remove your gown so Mahatma may take his pleasure from your body.! ….or do you need Kali’s assistance?”

He smiled as the proud young beauty’s eyes shot open in disbelief he saw the fear and a defiant NO !, He watched the panic rise in the girl’s eyes and Caroline lash out in panic striking Kali with her elbow, as she turned and made a desperate dash for the door and safety. Caroline’s was stretching, reaching for the doorknob, her dainty fingers almost closing around it when Mahatma fingers curled into her flowing silken mane yanking Caroline back into the room by her hair. To be thrown to the floor to lay prostrate at her Master’s feet. The click of the door’s lock. That soft metallic click a note of finality that cut off the pale white beauty’s last avenue of escape.

“Up on the desk Caroline and strip your gown off then dance for us excite us before Mahatma takes his pleasure from your body…..or shall I turn you over to Kali’s loving care?”

The dark servant girl rubbed her cheek where Caroline had struck her in her mad bid for freedom. There was an evil terrifying gleam in Kali’s eyes. One that seemed to say Little Memsab you shall pay dearly for striking me.

 

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The click of the lock to the study door had a finality to it, that made Caroline realise she had crossed an invisable line, from which there was no return. While her mind recoiled in horror at all that was happening, she struggled with disbelief, wishing feverantly that this was all a nightmarish dream, and yet, she knew it to be real. Very real.

The eyes of both Kali and Mahatma bore in her, with an insolence that she abhorred. Dearly she would like to take a horsewhip to them both, but she could not. There power was really an illusion. In truth, it was the master of the house who was entertaining himself at her expense, and he was using his servants to help humiliate her in a way that he could not alone. No, Caroline revised that. She had little doubt that it would be possible to plump the depths of Stuanton's depravity. It was something he seemed to enjoy greatly.

While her mind had been wandering, the air of expectation had grown, and her gaze flew to Staunton, shimmering with tears of shame, silently begging for a mercy she knew to be quite absent.

“Up on the desk Caroline and strip your gown off then dance for us excite us before Mahatma takes his pleasure from your body…..or shall I turn you over to Kali’s loving care?”

No! It was too much, too humiliating. She couldn't. The silence stretched, and she knew Staunton to be intractable, and she knew she had no choice but to obey.

Blushing crimson, she climbed onto his desk, in an awkward and ungainly manner. Standing she took a deep breath. she was to dance, and to remove her dress. She knew the steps to the cotillion, and to several country dances, but she suspected that was not what the master demanded. Kali's smirk bore into her, making her burn.

She swayed, and spent as much time as she dared, loosening, rather than removing items of clothing unconsciously making her innocent strip tease, all the more erotic.

 

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Trapped like a sweet little hind between the hunters and the wolf Caroline hesitated, her soft tear shimmering eyes imploring her brother-in law to have mercy on her. Yet all she saw was the stony will of the Master. As the frightened pale beauty’s eyes darted about the ravenous pack that surrounded her. The reality of what she must do became inescapable.

Staunton savored the girl’s moment of defeat when with a crimson blush she mounted his desk her fragile will and chaste modesty no match for the iron of his will. She swayed, and spent as much time as she dared, loosening, rather than removing items of clothing. unconsciously making her innocent strip tease, all the more erotic. Dam! But this little fallen angel was the most sensual little morsel he had seen in years. Dark hands reached out for Caroline when at last she stood naked before the little group she was borne down from the pedestal of her humiliation bent over Her Master’s desk. Mahatma’s manhood pressed to the cleavage of Caroline’s virginal derrière as he stepped between her thighs. Kali reclined on the Master’s desk her fingers lacing into Caroline’s silken tresses as she brought the girl’s mouth to hers for a savage kiss. Kali smiled at the little Chaste beauty reluctance , that was untill Mahatma pressed his lust to the most forbidden of Caroline’s sweet charms.

 

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Caroline didn't think it could get any worse than it was. She quickly found herself reassessing that. It got a lot worse!!

Bent over her brother in laws mahogony desk, her face pressed to the surface, she felt Mahatma kicking her ankles apart, as he pressed down on her shoulders. She was crying, mortified beyond belief. She was to be fucked for the second time in less than twenty four hours, by a man who was not her husband. Worse, he was a servant.... and .... and a foreigner to boot!!!

She was a fallen woman. She could no longer hold her head high, but the only consoling thought was that this was contained in the house. Yes, the servants might gossip, but no one paid attention to them. Staunton was hardly likely to brag of taking his sister in law, and defiling her.... was he???

She screamed in shock when Mahatma drove into her, not into her embarrisingly wet cunt but rather into her ass. She was shocked - both intellectually and physically, and she screamed, the sound echoing off the walls of the study. It hurt, and Staunton's earlier penetration had done nothing to ready her for this. If anything, it made it worse. She was already swollen and sore, and Mahatma's giant cock forcing its way in, was infinitely worse.

Finally, she felt his balls slapping her pussy, and knew he was finally, and impossibly fully embedded within her. He began to ride her, and soon the pain faded as her pleasure rose, and she found herself fighting her own climax. She would NOT cum for him!! Not for a servant, and not being taken in this unnatural method. She wouldn't lower herself further by letting them know that she was getting any enjoyment from this. It was shocking enough to realise that herself, without letting the others know.

The smell of her arousal was strong in the room, and her juices dripped from her empty cunt to drool down her thighs, shaming her more.

 

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Caroline’s screams were silenced by Kali’s savage kiss. When her lips parted from the blushing young Memsab’s the dark musky fragrance of her arousal hung heavy on the still air of the study. Kali laughed as she saw how desperately Caroline fought to deny the pleasures that was tearing at her chaste reserve. Her laughter only grew louder as she watched as Mahatma drove into the girl’s virginal ass. How her gorgeous young body was forced forward with each thrust, her firm young breast pressed to the mahogany desk, her nipples rolled across its unyielding surface. The lewd sound of his heavily laden sack slapping her puffy wet labia as her shameful arousal ran down her pale velvet inner thighs.

All knew that Mrs. Caroline Smyth-Dorian was aroused by this most sinful and unnatural of acts. Kali cooed to her little Memsab.

“ Such a proud little beauty, such a sinful beauty I can smell the scent of your unholy arousal.”

Mahatma grunted with each thrust into the young girl’s buttery forbidden depths, each withdrawal slow tempting and agonizing. Then a grunt and a thrust that pushed Caroline forward on the desk.

“ You know Caroline he will not let you cum untill you beg.”


Another thrust to fan the unholy flames of the girl’s sinful desires.

“And then only if the Master allows it.”

One look at Staunton's unflinching gaze and her own recent experiences at his hands told the Little Memsab that Kali spoke the truth.

Her choices the devil’s own. Humiliate herself and beg for what her traitorous young body lusted for or suffer till she finally was forced to submit to the dark carnal passions that her Brother-in-law had unleashed.

 

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Kali and Mahatma tortured and teased Caroline, until she was awash with sensation, and almost all thought had fled.

He rode her, like a wild beast, and she screamed and moaned into Kali's mouth, as the other girl kissed her deeply. She was, however, acutely aware of Staunton watching everything, like a connoisseur of pleasure.

“ Such a proud little beauty, such a sinful beauty I can smell the scent of your unholy arousal.”

Caroline blushed, mortified at Kali's having announced that to everyone in the room! Mahatma slowed his movements so that she teetered on the brink of a cliamax, but was no longer able to get over the edge. Infuriated, and frustrated, she was sorry now that she had held herself back, when she didn't need to.

“ You know Caroline he will not let you cum untill you beg.”

Tears flooded her eyes. She wouldn't beg! She would not!! But as time passed, and her need increased, she began not only to thrust back against the big Indian, but to look to Staunton.

"Please!"

“And then only if the Master allows it.”

"Oh... please!! I... I need it! I..... can't help it!! I need to cum!! Speed up! Harder!!!!"

 

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Staunton watched impassively to all outward appearances as tears flooded her Caroline‘s stunning eyes. He watched her raw emotions flash in their smoldering depths. She wouldn't beg! She would not!! He watched that self-righteous determination melt away in the dark heat of her growing passions of the sinful cravings of her supple young body untill she finally gasped in desperation.

"Please!"

Tears trickled down the young beauty’s cheeks as she shamelessly pushed back onto the ebony cock that ravished her dark star as she sought the sinful pleasure of this most unnatural act.

"Oh... please!! I... I need it! I..... can't help it!! I need to cum!! Speed up! Harder!!!!"

Caroline gasped her piteous little plea.

“ Mahatma the little Memsab wants you to fuck her Harder and faster do give Memsab Caroline what she has so sweetly asked for!”

Staunton’s voice a casual almost disinterested drawl, yet the lust that smolder in the depths of his eyes told quite a different tale.

The Man servant’s hands tightened around Caroline’s trim little waist as he picked up the pace of his thrust and her ravishment. Then as sudden as a summer storm a hand slipped from Caroline’s waist and struck like lightening.

CRACK


Mahatma’s crimson handprint was emblazoned on the girl’s alabaster skin and made her firm little ass jiggle like jelly.


CRACK, CRACK, CRACK

His hand struck again and again as his ravishment built to a blinding crescendo of raw lust.


“You may cum now Caroline.”


That casual almost disinterested drawl of Staunton’s a veiled command for the innocent young beauty he had selected as his newest concubine.

 

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Her ass was on fire, the huge hands of the man fucking her, spanking her, was setting her skin alight - and sending the burning to another part of her, a part which now felt acutely empty.

Her empty cunt wept, and her clit throbbed, and her ass burned, inside and out, and she quivered with unholy and sinful need.

“You may cum now Caroline."

Finally!!

Caroline didn't need telling a second time! The beast riding her, drove suddenly deep, and with a scream which echoed off the walls of her brother in law's paneled study, she came. Her juices spurted from her, soaking her thighs, and the carpet at her feet, as her body convulsed in a climax that went on, and on and on.

 

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Colonel Sir David Staunton savored his sweet little sister-in-law’s fall from grace as Caroline shamelessly embraced the dark pleasure she so craved. The wanton little innocent didn't need telling a second time for with a scream of ecstasy she came. Her juices spurted from her, soaking her thighs, and the carpet at her feet, as her body convulsed in a climax that went on, and on and on untill she was exhausted and spent her supple young body in the throws of her sinful pleasure. And at the moment of her deepest humiliation and shame Mahatma drew her frail body back on his raping cock and the ebony shaft leaped as his white hot scalding lust for her filled her most forbidden of charms. The last gush of his lust splashing onto Caroline’s back as he drew out of her ravished little ass, pooling in the hollow of the divot at the base of her spine.

She had preformed magnificently and Staunton was quite pleased with her progress so far. Mahatma for his part paid no more attention to the little Memsab now that he had taken his pleasure from her body. It was if she were nothing, lower even than the heathen servants in the society of Number 69 Mayfair Place. It was Kali that came to the distraught young girl, it was Kali that kissed away her tears, and it was Kali that gathered Caroline into her arms and cradled her like a babe in arms. Cooing in her ear how well she had pleased their Lord and Master and what a brave little girl Caroline was.

Master May I take the little Memsab to bather and dress her afresh so she may visit her ailing sister?

“Yes Kali bathe her and take her to her sister but I will require her to attend “my Needs this afternoon around three while her sister napes. And make sure she is wearing the clamps.”

And so sweet little Caroline was delivered into Kali’s hands to be bathed and then prepared for their meeting later in the day. Kali would have her for most of the day with only a brief visit to see Isabel.

 

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Caroline was used to having a servant attend her bath, to help her undress, and to pour water over her when required, and of course, to hold out a towel for her, when she came out. She was not used to someone actually washing her, which was what Kali insisted on doing, dismissing Molly, the servant who usually attended Caroline, when she wasn't required by her sister.

Caroline had been looking forward to a few minutes alone. That was not to be, and she made the bath as short as possible, while her mind replayed the events of the preceeding twenty four hours. She was obviously a woman of poor moral strength, that was the only explaination. Yes, Staunton was manipulating her, but she by her own actions, had given him an opening.

Mortified at her loose behaviour, and even more so when she recalled how she had begged to cum, and how she had screamed when she did so, Caroline closed her eyes, hoping to block the mental images. Kali chose that moment to wash Carolines mons, her swollen clit still super sensitive, and despite her best intentions, she was soon moaning and writhing. She didn't get to cum though, as the disloyal servant stopped her ministrations, and Caroline's pride prevented her from acknowledging how close she'd been.

She dressed, in a sensible, typical day dress, and went to see her sister.

Isobel was sitting up in bed, reading a book.

"Oh, I'm glad to see you looking so much better!"

"yes, I'm feeling much improved, however, I need to be careful, I don't want to risk a set back. Now, I hear my dear David took you to the ball last evening. Do tell, did you enjoy yourself like never before?"

Caroline blanched, terrified that her sister knew,and that she was just building up to kick her out. She had no recollection of what she said, but it seemed to keep her sister happy.

"Now, you mustn't over tire me! Run along now, and thank you. I know I can count on you to play hostess should David require you! it takes the pressure off me, knowing I can leave things in your capable hands!"

With that, Caroline found herself dismissed, and her mind reeling. She was hoping that Isobel would be soon recovered, surely that would curtain Staunton's plan - but then, perhaps he would simply expect that dreadful servant to act in his stead!.

It seemed like only moment later, than Kali loosened the bodice of Caroline's dress, and then with a flash of pain, Caroline's nipples were crushed, and pain, acute initially, and then throbbing, pulsed through both her breasts. Caroline had just gotten her breathing back under control, when Kali laced up her bodice once more, leaving the clamps in place.

 

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Kali took great pleasure in bathing the proud little white beauty. She smiled wickedly as Caroline melted to her touch, gasp ands sigh in wanton lustful pleasure as her dark fingers slid along the length of the girl’s puffy labia teasing and pleasing even as the heel of Kali’s hand rolled the hapless beauty’s throbbing clit until Caroline was left panting in lewd need with her pride stopping her form asking for, no begging for what she so desperately desired. Nor as Caroline stepped from the bath was her torment t over as Kali enfolded her in the coarse towel and continued the sensual assault on the young beauty’s breasts nipples and her hot dripping cunt. Finally the aroused little beauty was allowed to dress in a sensible, modest, day dress so typical of her but denied any undergarments.

“ You must be ready to please The Master or Mahatma when ever they desire your body.”

Kali hissed into Caroline’s ear as her hands cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples through the thin material of her dress.

Or if I desire to play with you my dear. “

Only then was Caroline allowed to visit her sister Isobel. As usual she was dressed in a bed gown propped up on a sea of pillows looking drawn and pale. She extended her hand to Caroline.

"yes, I'm feeling much improved, however, I need to be careful, I don't want to risk a set back. Now, I hear my dear David took you to the ball last evening. Do tell, did you enjoy yourself like never before?"

There was a far off look in Isobel eyes as she prattled on about nothing in particular. She never noticed her sister blanched terrified look.

"Now, you mustn't over tire me! Run along now, and thank you. I know I can count on you to play hostess should David require you! it takes the pressure off me, knowing I can leave things in your capable hands!"

With that, Caroline found herself dismissed.

“Play time my dear!!!”

Kali cooed as she forced Caroline up a against the wall her talented dark fingers quickly loosened the bodice of Caroline's dress A glint of golden light, a white hot of flash pain. Caroline's nipples were crushed between the serpent sharp teeth of a pair of cruel nipple clamps. Pain, acute initially, and then throbbing, pulsed through both her breasts. Caroline had just gotten her breathing back under control, when Kali laced up her bodice once more, leaving the clamps in place.

“Now go to your Master and offer yourself to him girl.”

Kali gave Caroline’s firm little rump a sharp slap to send her on her way. Kali knew well that The Master would have his new little pet dance and strip for him and he would spare her no humiliation till she cooed like a little turtle dove for him and then her training would really begin.

 

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“ You must be ready to please The Master or Mahatma when ever they desire your body.”

Kali's hands made free with Caroline's body, tormenting her, teasing her.

"Or if I desire to play with you my dear. “

Those ominous words, and her nakedness beneath the dress played on Caroline's mind, fogging it, consuming her with lewd visions as she tried to conduct a typical conversation with her sister. She wriggled in her seat, squirming, wanting to get away before her sister discovered something was up, and yet, wanting to prolong the visit, assuming she was "safe" for as long as it went on. Still, it was only a brief visit, with Isobel dismissing her quickly, reminding her that she was dependent on Caroline to play hostess in her stead. If only she knew! Thank the Lord she didn't!! Caroline was quite certain that taking on her sister's duties as hostess did not extend to entertaining Isobel's husband. Isobel would be horrified, and hurt, and Caroline would be the one blamed by society, by her family, by her sister.


Before she knew it, she was outside the door, and the little Indian girl was on her, unlacing her bodice, exposing her breasts. Caroline gasped, and tried to cover herself, but in seconds she was trying to mute her cry of pain as the vicious little nipple clamps were fastened on her nipples. Kali re-laced her dress, yet her nipples protruded obscenely through the fabric, the outline of the clamps too, were clearly visible.

Caroline's breathing was just under control when Kali spoke again.


“Now go to your Master and offer yourself to him girl.”

Tears of shame filled Caroline's eyes as she hurried down the stairs, trying to avoid the looks of disgust from the servants. Word had spread of her antics to the staff below stairs, it seemed, and they were taking a dim view of her meddling with her sister's husband. Of course, her dress did not look respectable, and she rushed to Staunton's study, eager to remove herself from the censorious looks of his servants. She tapped once on the door, and flung it open, not waiting for a reply, shutting and locking the door behind her, shutting the staff outside, not wanting to take the chance of their confirming their suspicions about her.

"Master, I was told you wanted me.... er... wanted to see me."

 

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“Now go to your Master and offer yourself to him girl.”

Kali gave Caroline’s firm little rump a sharp slap to send her on her way. The dark servant watched as the proud little Memsab hurried towards the Master’s study. She knew that the staff already knew that Caroline was no longer an honored guest but the Master of number 69 Mayfair Place newest play toy. The women looked upon her with distain and the men with a lecherous desire that the Master might share her with them. The catcalls and obscene suggestions followed sweet little Caroline to Staunton's study, eager to remove herself from the censorious looks of his servants. She tapped once on the door, and flung it open, not waiting for a reply, shutting and locking the door behind her, shutting the staff outside.

"Master, I was told you wanted me.... er... wanted to see me."

Stanton face was impassive as he watched the stunning young beauty her bosom heaving from her quick flight from her sister’s bedchamber to his study. He could see Kali’s handy work, her nipples protruded obscenely through the fabric, the outline of the clamps too, were clearly visible.

“ Yes My dear I do want to see you….”

There was a lecherous gleam in the colonel’s eyes as he leaned against his desk.

“If you would be so kind as to remove your frock Caroline.”

He paused only a moment before adding in a dark sensual voice husky with his growing arousal.

“…I want you to make a show of it to seduce me as you strip for my pleasure Caroline.”

It seemed that Stanton would no longer accept Caroline’s passive submission but demanded that she take a more active part in her own shameful ravishment.

 

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Caroline's relief on reaching the study was somewhat short lived when she saw the lascivious look in her brother in law's eyes.

“ Yes My dear I do want to see you….”

There was nothing benign about that. She was breathing hard, her full breasts heaving against the bodice, threatening to spill over. The clamps on her nipples were painful, and kept her horribly aware of them at all times.


“If you would be so kind as to remove your frock Caroline.”


Any hope that his earlier comment had been anything other than the prelude to a demand that she strip, evaporated, and she hesitated, wondering if she should flee - but where to?? That was the conundrum. There was no where to go, and she was very much at Staunton's mercy, as they both well knew. She was helpless, and powerless, and had no option but to obey, lest she wish to become in fact the things the servants whispered about her.


The tension was palpable. He was waiting. Waiting for her to obey. She looked up as further instruction issued.

“…I want you to make a show of it to seduce me as you strip for my pleasure Caroline.”[/B

Her face red with shame, she began to sway to a tune in her head, unlacing the bodice of her gown slowly, each deep breath teasing the ties more, opening the bodice, revealing more and more of the curve of her dress, until her breasts finally broke free of the confines of her dress, and bounced freely before Staunton, decorated as they were with the vicious little clamps. The intensity of the pain was gone, muted now, sending throbbing through her in time with her pulse, to her womb, and to her clit.

The top of her dress was gone, and slowly the skirt followed, while she swayed and danced and displayed herself in the most provocative and lewd manner. finally, she was naked before him, save for the clamps, and she looked about, every where but at him, still swaying, and wondering if she might now be allowed to stop. The movement, slight and all as she kept it, made her breast bounce wildly, which both embarrassed her, and made the throbbing intensify.

She looked up at Staunton, tears shining in her eyes, and uttered just one word.

"Please...."