His Plaything (closed for CGRaven & I)

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Caroline was terrified. She wanted to fight, to escape from the lethal looking razor, but she was terrified to move, fearing severe and intimate injury. Instead, she squeezed her eyes closed, trying to convince herself that this was a horrible nightmare, and not her reality for the next few days, until Staunton saw fit to rescue her. She was horribly aware that no one else would come for her, and in truth, she would be mortified to be exposed thusly to anyone other than those who had already seen her disgrace.

“So soft……..”

Caroline recoiled from Kali's intimate caress.


“…….So delicious………”

Caroline hissed as she felt Kali's fingers dip into her tight chaste little pussy.

“………..I think I shall make you my loving little bitch Caroline.”


"No! NO! NO! NO! Never!!"

Caroline suddenly felt her head yanked back cruelly, as Kail fisted her hair and pulled hard. Caroline screamed at the pain, her eyes flying open, meeting Kali's gaze.


“Now kiss me my sweet bitch before I have Mahatma shave every hair from your body!”

Tears brimmed, and rolled down Caroline's cheek as she knew knew defeat. She was helpless and at their mercy. She had no weapons against Kali and Mahatma's determination to defile and debase her, but she was unwilling to play an active role in their plans. She leaned back,and spat into the face of her tormentor.

 

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"No! NO! NO! NO! Never!!"

Oh how Kali loved Caroline’s little flare of temper as she so desperately if belatedly tried to preserve some fading bit of dignity. Those big soft luminous eyes shimmering with the hapless little beauty’s tears the way those crystalline tears trickled down the girl’s flawless cheeks. Such a lost little lamb and then a moment of defiance. Kali wiped Caroline’s spittle from her face her dark eyes flashed dangerously and in an instance Caroline could see that her defiance would come with a high cost.

“ Mahatma shave the bitch! “

Their was a deadly coldness as Kali cooed her command, a deadliness like the hiss of a cobra before it struck. The ebony giant came to the bound beauty the cold caress of the razor rasped across the dry skin of Caroline’s arm pit. Slowly pass after pass as every little hair was shaved away till Caroline’s skin was as bare as her firm little ass. Mahatma then turned his attention to Caroline’s left arm pit and again the slow rasping whisper of the razor hissed caressed the girl’s ears.


Kali’s fingers combed through her little pet’s long silken mane. Caroline could feel Mahatma’s hands gathering her luxurious hair and cruelly twisting it together in preparation for shearing that gorgeous hair so her head could be shaved as well.

“Wait!……”

Kali cooed , again her lips were a breath away from her captive pet’s her dark wicked eyes held Caroline’s captive. Their cold hardness let her know that she had but two choices submit become Kali’s bitch or have her head shaved. The sign of a whore for all to see.

 

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Caroline realised that her defiance was but an act of utter stupidity, and knew her error the second Kali's eyes flashed at her, making her recoil in fear. Mumbled apologies died on her lips, drown out by Kali's furious roar.

“ Mahatma shave the bitch! “

The dry razor left a trail of fire across her skin, burning her, making her wonder if she was cut. She was trembling with terror, and sobbing silently. First one arm pit, then the other, and then her long luxurious hair was gathered and pulled high. She would never be able to hide this, and the ignominy was beyond what she could endure.

"Wait!"

Barely aware she had spoken, she looked at Kali, begging silently for mercy.

"I..... I'll do it. I'll give you what you want!"

With that, she leaned forward, and pressed her lips, dry with fear, against Kali's. Realizing that that would not suffice, she angled her head, and deepened the kiss, darting her tongue into Kali's mouth, and surrendering herself, body and soul. Out of her peripheral vision, she could still see Mahatma, the deadly razor in his hand, laughing as he looked at her.

 

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Wait!…….."I..... I'll do it. I'll give you what you want!"

Kali savored the proud English beauty’s defeat reveled in the tears that shimmered in her soft eyes as Mahatma twisted Caroline’s luxurious silken hair into a tight rope ready to be sheared. There was a silence in the dungeon as Caroline hung there bound and spread-eagled to the “X” of St Andrew. Slowly reluctantly the bound young beauty’s ripe sweet lips closed the gap between her s and Kali’s. The girl pressed a chaste kiss to her tormentors lips. Yet the cold gaze from Kali’s eyes told Caroline that she would except nothing less than Caroline’s complete surrender. Blushing with shame she angled her head, and deepened the kiss, darting her tongue into Kali's mouth. Kali let the hapless beauty deepen her shameful kiss until they shared but a single breath, till time stood still and there was no past, no future, just that one kiss in which Caroline offered up her body and soul to her dark mistress. Out of her peripheral vision, she could still see Mahatma, the deadly razor in his hand, laughing as he looked at her. Slowly Kali broke the Kiss and smiled as Caroline gasped to catch her breath.

“ Cut her hair Mahatma…….”

Kali cooed as she caressed Caroline’s flawless cheek with the back of her hand.


“But not to short shall we say shoulder length.”

That deadly knife slashed through the air searing the thick twisted rope of Caroline’s hair so that it would hang just below the girl’s shoulder blades. He held her sheared lock before the horrified young girl her maidenly honor and pride torn from her as her virtue had been.


“Come to me my little bitch and kiss your Mistress.”

Again the obscene command, a command that if she hesitated to obey would cost Caroline dearly. The dungeon was filled with Mahatma’s laughter as he began to braid and fashion Caroline’s hair into a silken scourge with which to lash her flawless silken skin even as Kali was tormenting her soul with her command that must be obeyed.

 

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“ Cut her hair Mahatma…….”

"W...what??? N... no!"

The last was whispered, as Caroline spoke to herself, despair filling her as she realised that Kali was serious. Caroline loved her hair, it was her crowning glory, and fell to her thighs. The thought of it being sheared off by these... these heathen servants, it was too much to endure, and tears streaked her cheeks.

Kali's caress made her skin burn with a mix of arousal and disgust.


“But not to short shall we say shoulder length.”

She screamed when the razor sharp and leathal blade slashed through the air searing the thick twisted rope of Caroline’s hair so that it would hang just below the girl’s shoulder blades. She looked at the sheared locks, evidence of her battered pride.

“Come to me my little bitch and kiss your Mistress.”

The insidiously treacle of Kali's voice filled the air once more, demanding what had been promised her. She could hear Mahatma's derogatory laughter behind her, but her focus was on her nemesis. She knew that her eyes flashed with temper at the offensive term of address, but she knew too that she was at their mercy. She moved forward and pressed her lips to Kali's, closing her eyes so that she didn't have to witness what she was doing.

 

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Kali loved Playing with the sweet naive little English beauty, so like the English rose, so pampered so delicate, oh so beautiful and yet Kali longed to bare that ancient stock form her own Hymnals. That rose that was so wild, that gained its strength through submission to the inevitable, to come back stronger.

“Come to me my little bitch and kiss your Mistress.”

There was fire in Caroline’s soft brown eyes, as Caroline’s stiff neck pride once more flared. Then slowly she moved forward and pressed her lips to Kali's, her eyes fluttering closed as she surrendered, her pride bowed, as she gave the dark Asian beauty a kiss. That kiss was almost chaste compared to what Kali wanted. Yet she let it linger as the tip of her tongue slid seductively across the sensual bow of Caroline’s lips to slip passed her pearly white teeth that guarded the sweetness of the young girl’s mouth.

Mahatma's derogatory laughter filled the dungeon as he finished fashioning a scourge form Caroline’s sheared hair. It had nine tails of silken hair braided tightly, with silken tuffs at the end of each tail. Braided to tease and seduce soft flawless skin, braided to lash and draw from this stunning beauty gasps of pain to heighten Caroline’s sinful pleasure. Mahatma's lips curled into a evil grin as Kali yet Caroline’s chaste kiss linger and then with a flick of his wrist the cat of nine tails, braided from the helpless girl’s own hair bit in to her flanks and danced across the firm curve of Caroline’s ass. And when the girl gasped in pain Kali deepened their kiss. Demanding more of her pet as Mahatma lashed Caroline mixing pain with the dark pleasure of Kali’s lover’s kiss.

He would wait untill Kali had the young beauty aroused and then he would lash her with out mercy, mixing pleasure und pain till their little English Rose begged to be allowed to cum. Then he would make her cum withering and crawling to him on the floor to kiss his boots and that wash his feet with her tears as she begged for sexual release. Oh how he looked forward to when Kali released the girls bounds and she feel from grace to be their, almost willing, sexual toy.

 

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Slowly but surely, Caroline's mind closed to all save the sensations of Kali's kiss, deep, drugging, seductive kisses, that drew her deeper into the web.

She cried out, shocked back to reality as the lash fell across her buttocks, stinging, but shocking more. She wanted to turn, to confront him, but Kali held her face, and drew her into the kiss once more. On and on it went, the drugging kisses, the pain of the lash, pulling her back and forth between pain and pleasure, until, gradually, one merged with the other.

She was shocked when the burning from the strike of the lash began to change, to become a deep throbbing, something that affected her deep inside, making her womb clench in response. With every lash, the kiss she shared with Kali became deeper, more intense, until every square inch of her mouth had been explored.

 

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The pitiful little mewling as Caroline slowly yielded to the seductiveness of Kali’s kiss as the young innocent was drawn ever deeper into Kali’s dark web of sensual seduction. Lost in that kiss of dark sinful pleasure, lost form the grace of her innocence Kali savored the sweetness of her mouth. The dark mistress smiled down into her little pet’s eyes, that grew so wide, with the first kiss of the lash Mahatma had fashioned form the hapless beauty’s own silken tresses. At that gasp of shock and pain Kali drove her questing tongue deeper into Caroline’s mouth as she lead her little pet deeper into the dark world of submission, pleasure and pain that would be Caroline’s new life.

Kali held her face, and drew her into the kiss once more. On and on it went, the drugging kisses, the pain of the lash, pulling her back and forth between pain and pleasure, until, gradually, one merged with the other and she was lost in a dark dance of sinful pleasure and pain older than time itself. With every lash that Mahatma danced across Caroline delicate skin, the kiss she shared with Kali became deeper, more intense, until every square inch of her mouth had been explored and Caroline tittered on the edge of ecstasy. It was then that Kali lips slowly parted from hers. She caressed Caroline’s flawless cheek with the back of her hand..

“Come my little Bitch…….”

Kali’s head dipped to inhale one of Caroline’s taunt peaked little rosebud nipple to be tolled along the ridged roof of her Mistress’s mouth.

“…Come lay down on the rack stretch your hands above your head and spread your legs my sweet bitch so I ma more fully enjoy you.”

Kali stepped from her trembling pet as she held out her arm so Caroline could see the awaiting rack.

 

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It was intoxicating, and Caroline found herself moving deeper and deeper into Kali's thrall, following where she was led, her body betraying her ideals of right and wrong. The firey kiss of the lash set her aflame, until she was unable to distinguish the pleasure and the pain as separate sensations, all now melded into one intense feeling.

And then it stopped. Kali pulled back from the kiss, and, after wobbling, momentarily disorientated, Caroline felt her senses return to her, and her hand flew to her bruised mouth in shock at what she had been doing.


“Come my little Bitch…….”

She began to shake her head, in mute denial of all she had just done, in denial of the hold Kali had over her.

“…Come lay down on the rack stretch your hands above your head and spread your legs my sweet bitch so I may more fully enjoy you.”

As she hesitated, the burn of the lash across her bottom and thighs became more painful, now that the pleasurable, if shameful, kiss had ceased. Her eyes filled with tears, and she glanced around, wondering if she might escape, but knew already that there was no escape for her. Staunton had given her to the heathens for the next two days, and she was at their mercy. No one would hear screams from this far below the house.

The next kiss of the lash sent her stepping forward, toward the rack, and, once one step was taken, the rest were easier, and Caroline found herself quickly standing before Kali, unable to look her in the eye, as she lay across the rack, submitting herself to Kali's whim. She squeezed her eyes shut, wishing that she had been dragged over here, an unwilling victim, exhausted from endeavoring to protect her virtue, but it was not so, she had walked over here of her own volition, subjecting herself with no fight, to the pleasures of those, whose existence she had all but ignored, and who, she feared, she would never be able to forget again.

 

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Such an adorable little Bitch Kali though as Caroline abandoned her self to their sinful kiss. The proud little English rose bent and she gave herself fully to her Mistress’s kiss. He body arched to the caress of the lash as Mahatma skilled fully mingled searing pain with unimagined pleasure. And then it stopped. Kali pulled back from the kiss, and, after wobbling, momentarily disorientated, Caroline felt her senses return to her, and her hand flew to her bruised mouth in shock at what she had been doing. Leaving Caroline empty and more alone than she had ever been in her young life. Then to her horror Caroline heard her mistress’s latest command.

“Come my little Bitch…………Come lay down on the rack stretch your hands above your head and spread your legs my sweet bitch so I may more fully enjoy you.”

What a lost little lamb Caroline was as she shook her pretty little head NO and yet took that first hesitant step and then another as she did her Mistress’s bidding. Slowly, sensually the naked English beauty stretched out on the rack so very obediently. Her hands above her head as if eagerly reaching for the bounds that would hold her helpless. Caroline’s finely sculptured legs slowly parted spreading wider as if compelled to do so. Kali’s lips brushed her little Bitch as she cooed.

“Slip your hands into the cuffs my sweet while Mahatma binds your ankles.”

Kali’s mouth claimed Caroline’s once more as she waited for the stunning young beauty to obey her.

“Pain or pleasure first my sweet Bitch?”

 

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“Come my little Bitch…………Come lay down on the rack stretch your hands above your head and spread your legs my sweet bitch so I may more fully enjoy you.”

She was so offended, on so many levels, and it was made worse by the knowledge that she was utterly helpless. She was still shaking her head in mute denial as she moved toward the rack, and positioned herself as Kali demanded. Tears filled her eyes, spilling down her cheeks, yet one glance at the scary Mahatma stilled her tears, as she realised that restrained, she would have no way to deny either Kali or Mahatma her body. Not that she had much resistance anyway, but to be unable to resist, that was so much worse.

“Slip your hands into the cuffs my sweet while Mahatma binds your ankles.”

She wanted to refuse, desperately, but to what end? Slowly, reluctantly, she complied, allowing her wrists to be fastened high above her head, as she felt the big Indian buckle her ankles into restraints, which held her legs wide apart. She was trembling, terrified, and ..... something more. Something that scared her. She was excited. It must be proof positive of her lack of morality, that she could be aroused in circumstances such as these. What would her dear husband say? He would shocked and horrified, and would cast her off without a moments hesitation. Her sister too, and her family, would be appalled! Her pale skin reddened as she imagined them seeing her as she was now, seeming to give herself willingly to these heathens!

Kali's kiss shocked her, and, she threw herself into it, taking whatever comfort she could. Still, the next question shocked her.

“Pain or pleasure first my sweet Bitch?”

Pleasure??? Never!! She glared with all her might, how dare they mock her so!!! This was torture! Nothing would give her pleasure! Nothing! She vowed it! Clenching her teeth in determination, she turned her head, and glared at Mahatma's grinning face, his teeth glowing white against his skin.

"I don't care!! You'll never make me take an active part in this, never!! You are sick, both of you!!"

She was scared by her outburst, but she was also pleased. That had told them! Now, she just had to ensure she didn't make a liar of herself.

 

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Despite the shameful way Caroline was becoming a willing participant in her own corruption and fall from Grace. Despite the rationales she gave to excuse the way she now so willingly gave herself to Kali’s lover ’s Kiss. Sweet young Caroline still could not admit to herself never mind her sensually seductive tormentors that she was in fact gaining a great deal of pleasure form the way they so freely used her gorgeous young body. Pleasure??? Never!! that little corner of her pious English mind screamed defiantly, even as she melted into Kali’s kiss. When the dark Asian beauty’s lips finally slid from Caroline’s leaven the young beauty gasping.

"I don't care!! You'll never make me take an active part in this, never!! You are sick, both of you!!"

Kali and Mahatma saw the fear that flashed in Caroline’s stunning eyes and then the gleam of self righteous piety. Her tormentor’s eyes met and they seemed to with out words decide Caroline’s fate.

“As you wish my sweet little Bitch!”

Kali cooed as she slipped from Caroline’s sight. Mahatma trailed the whip he had braided from the girl’s own shorn locks sensually across her breasts and nipples.

“ Little Memsab I shall savor each tortured scream that bubbles from your sweet moist ruby lips. “

He smiled own into Caroline’s eyes as his dark calloused hand rested in the hollow of her flat abdomen.

“ And when the child kicks in your womb will it be the Master’s or mine sweet Memsab?”

Kali’ laughter filled the dungeon as she returned to place a thick ebony dildo of obsidian between Caroline’s spread-eagled legs. The dark tip pressed to the girl’s pale pink labia in such stark contrast to her ivory thighs. Kali fasten the device in to place as Mahatma slowly drew her body as tight as a bow string. Then Kali flipped a little switch and the ebony phallic began to press into Caroline’s chaste young body, just deep enough to tantalize and tease the bound young beauty but not enough to grant her release. Mahatma shook loose the whip made from Caroline’s own hair and the young beauty’s hellish torment began as pain and pleasures were both expertly applied untill they became one unimagined sensation leaving the pious young beauty trembling on the edge of that dark abyss once more her treacherous young body craving release. A release that would not be granted untill she begged and pleaded to be a most willing participant in her own fall from Grace.

 

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She screwed her eyes tightly closed, wanting to press her hands over her ears, in a desperate bid to block out the taunting words.

“ And when the child kicks in your womb will it be the Master’s or mine sweet Memsab?”

A child! Horror filled her. With her husband abroad, there was no way to pass the child off as his, and as disgraceful as it would be to present her husband with a bastard, a child of Mahatma's would be infinitely worse, recognisable at once as being of mixed heritage.

She began to frantically shake her head from side to side in mute denial of his words. Should her belly swell with child, her disgraceful conduct would become evident to the world, and what would become of her then???? She would be swiftly divorced, disgraced and disowned, her treasured respectability taken from her.

In her tortured state of mind, she welcomed the sting of the whip, her mind clinging to religious doctrines that it would purge her of her sins, and yet, the insidious stimulation from the dildo, making her feminine folds flood with desire. She was at their mercy, her body suffered pain and pleasure in equal measure, while her mental torment consumed her until she was weak and writhing with a desire that horrified her. Her womb trembled, her cunt pulsed, and she teetered on the very brink of fulfillment, but was unable to gain the final impetus to implode. Tortured, she was horrified to hear the broken, desire wracked voice, that she hardly recognised as her own, begging.

"P..please.... Please, I beg you!"

 

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“ And when the child kicks in your womb will it be the Master’s or mine sweet Memsab?”

The horror that Mahatma saw in Caroline’s stunning eyes told him he had found a never a opening with which he could play anything he wanted for the proud little English beauty a power over her by just a mere suggestion. Soon so very soon this gorgeous little Memsab was arching her magnificent young body to the cleansing lash of his whip. Embracing the pain and the pleasure her eyes wild with heathen desire and a longing for sexual release despite her pious upbringing and her station in English country society. It was if in the agony of her pain Caroline was reborn.

"P..please.... Please, I beg you!" “

“First my pet beg Mother Kali to let you please her with your mouth awhile I whip your sweet little shaven pussy.”

Then Mahatma leaned closer to Caroline and whispered in her ear.

“I have an herbal potion that will keep you from conniving Little Memsab, the cost that you deny me nothing ever.”

Mahatma heard Kali’s retuning foot steps

are we agreed Missy?”

Kali let the dark obsidian dildo stop when if fully impaled the pale ivory beauty soon Caroline felt another large dildo pressed between the firm cheeks of her ass. The soft sensual

CLICK

Of a switch then the press of her latest’s unyielding lover to her nearly virgin ass. When Caroline was fully impaled a she felt the dildo in her tight little cunt begin to move and in horror she realized her double defilement would be unending till she became their willing and eager little sexual slave.

 

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Caroline tried to block all her thoughts from her mind, and in doing so, quickly found herself consumed by the duality of pleasure and pain, until the two sensations merged and became indecipherable from one another. She writhed, helpless on the rack, and at the mercy of the defiling dildo, and the debauching heathen and his lash.

“I have an herbal potion that will keep you from conniving Little Memsab, the cost that you deny me nothing ever.”


Her eyes flew open at Mahatma's words, and she searched his face, desperate to see if he was in earnest, or if this was a new torture he had devised for her. Still, she couldn't take the chance, she had to protect herself, and with it, her extended family, who would be ruined by mere association by her, should she bear the Indian's child.

Kali was returning, and he suddenly hissed in her ear.


are we agreed Missy?”

It was the devil's own bargin, but one she had to agree to, placing her trust in Mahatma, and hoping that he was worthy of it. She nodded, and uttered but one word.

"agreed"

She cried out, arching as Kali impaled her, the second dildo stretching her ass uncomfortably making her burn, and the dual penetration tormented her, quickly sending her into waves of ecstasy. She cried out, begging Kali to pleasure her with her mouth, while Mahatma whipped her, as she became a slave to the pleasures of her body, and a willing participant in her own debauchery.

 

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Mahatma Din had the dark haired English beauty neatly trapped. He knew that her prim and proper upbringing could not bear the shame of bearing an interracial child whose dusky skin would always be a condemnation of not only Caroline but her family as well a situation that would leave the stunning young beauty with out kith or kin and tossed out on to the streets as if she were nothing more than a cheap little tart.

“ Are we agreed Missy?”


‘ Agreed

That simple word uttered in such despair condemned Caroline not only to be Staunton’s concubine but Din’s willing little Tart to savor when and were he pleased and she a most willing participant to what ever he demanded of her.

Caroline’s scream of pure agony and then her shameful gasp of ecstasy as Kali impaled her tight little ass brought a sadistic smile to Din’s face. Again the subtitle rush of water whispered to Caroline of the pleasure and the pain that was about to claim her once more. The hapless girl once more felt the thick obsidian phallus pushing into her now slick little cunt. Its ebony mass unyielding and so sensually warmed by her own sinful arousal untill the hapless beauty was fully impaled. Slowly her demanding but unyielding lover drew back. It was at that moment that Caroline felt its twin that Kali had pressed to her tight little ass begin to move pressing into her tight chaste little body untill Caroline’s tight little ass was fully impaled and the dildo in her hot wet little cunt just pressed to the girl’s throbbing clit as Din lashed her with the whip fashioned from her own hair. The forlorn little English Rose cried out, begging Kali to pleasure her with her mouth, while Mahatma Din whipped her, as she became a slave to the pleasures of her body, and a willing participant in her own debauchery.

Kali smiled down in to Caroline’s smoldering doe brown eyes as her lips claimed the haplessly lost young beauty. As they pressed to Caroline’s the dark beauty’s part so sensually opening to her little Memsab’s, demanding of the girl to take the next step and to kiss Kali as her lover. Kali would make that kiss a sensual pleasure, the most intimate of sexual acts the height of the erotic for the young girl. A kiss that would sear the young innocents very soul and bind the young Memsab to her as her little sex slave.

Din smiled as he saw what Kali intended. Let her seduce the young girl let Caroline give her heart to ever she pleased he knew that her fear of a dark child would maker his for as long as she pleased him then , well then there would be time for a child to condemn the pour little English Miss. His laughter filled the dungeon ash he lashed the girl with out mercy.

 

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Her skin burned and throbbed, pulsing in time with her swollen clit, as pain and pleasure became indecipherable from one another, and Caroline lost control of her conscious mind, and became a creature of sensation, at the mercy of both Kali and Mahatma.

All thought of her future, and of her past, of her social standing, her pride.. all faded as her awareness focused solely on the twin impalement, and the burn of the lash.

She writhed, moaning and begging - although whether she begged for them to stop or continue, she couldn't say. She felt her body throb, tighten and then with an ear piercing cry, Caroline convulsed as she came hard, her every cell quivering and trembling as waves of unbelievable pleasure washed over her.

"M... more... p..please!"

She was kissed by Kali, and she returned it with passion, as she pressed her body into the hands that roamed her freely, unsure which touch belonged to Kali, and which to Mahatma, but it made no difference who thrust which dildo, or who squeezed her nipples, she closed her eyes, and succumbed to sensation.

 

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"M... more... p..please!"

Caroline gasped in the throws of her orgasm as she gave her self wholeheartedly body and soul to Kali’s kiss. The lost little lamb’s magnificent young body arched to the caresses of her tormentors. She did not care whether it was Kali or Mahatma Din that thrust which dildo, or who squeezed her nipples, she closed her eyes, and succumbed to sensation. Over the next two days Caroline was subjected to the most unimaginable pleasure and pain each seemed to intensify the other until the sweet little western beauty craved both. Din in particular relished Caroline’s fall as the two servants made this once proud little English beauty their loving little bitch. The girl they would return to their Master Col. Staunton would be very different than the girl that had descended in to the heaven and hell of his dungeon.

When Caroline was freed from her time in Hell Din whispered in her ear.

“Remember you are mine any time I desire and any where little Memsab or you will surely become the mother of my child or the Masters. Now dress in a manner that will please your Lord and Master……”

Din paused for only a moment before continuing.


“ And Col Staunton.”

 

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Caroline was in a total state of shock, the hours of sensual torment blurring into one another, until she was unable to decipher night from day, and could not have said with any certainty, how long she had been confined in the dungeon.

Her body had been made a play thing, over which she had little control, but it was only when she was to be allowed out, that she recalled her unholy agreement with Mahatma Din.

What he suggested, what she had agreed to, was of course, untenable, and she would speak to Staunton, and tell him what he servant demanded. She was certain that he would no wish to see her with child, as her disgrace would reflect ill on him and his household too.

She dressed in the "clothing" Kali provided for her, provocative to the point of being almost obscene. The dress dipped so low as to barely conceal her nipples. It was something more appropriate to a harlot than to a respectable woman! Still, it was preferable to being naked, so, somewhat reluctantly, Caroline donned the garment, which was provided without shift or underwear, and clung to her curves in an unseemly manner.

Finally, she was led from the dungeon in the secret cellar, and presented to Staunton once more.

 

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Din watched as Caroline dawned the "clothing" Kali provided for the proud little English beauty was provocative to the point of being almost obscene. He enjoyed the way that the bodice hardly covered Caroline’s pale pink rosebud nipples The long slit in the skirt that bared her finely sculptured leg to mid thigh. Yet most of all he loved that Kali had kept Caroline barefoot as if she was the lowest of the lowest. He had just one little addition to her ensemble a thin black leather collar to encircle her slender neck as a reminder that Caroline was now a pleasure slave of the house. Finally, she was led from the dungeon in the secret cellar, and presented to Staunton once more.

Col. Staunton was lounging on the settee in his study when the secret panel slid open and Caroline was led out by Kali. When the girl hesitated every so slightly Kali gave a sharp little tug on her lead as Mahatma Din whispered from behind her.

“Dose my dove long to be sent back to her playroom?”

His voice just a whisper in her ear.

The Lord and Master of number 69 Mayfair Place was pleased with how Caroline’s gown fit her like a second skin and clung to her sensual curves in an unseemly manner, accentuating her charms rather than hiding them.

“ Place her on my Desk Kali.”

The Colonel watched as his young sister and law was led to the make shift stage. Watched as she was set on display for his pleasure.

“Very nice Kali……Caroline make a slow pirouette so I can enjoy the effect of your ensemble from every direction.”


When the hapless young beauty had done as she was commanded he smiled his approval at Kali’s selection.

“Now Caroline raise your skirts so I may see what you are wearing under your gown!”

 

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“ Place her on my Desk Kali.”

Caroline's heart began to thunder, as her mind whirled, wondering what lay ahead of her. Kali ushered her up onto the polished walnut desk, and she stood, feeling more vulnerable than she had in a long time. The fact that her brother in law sat on the couch, in full, proper attire, made her feel even more exposed by contrast. Somehow the dungeon had seemed like a different world, but here, in his study, where Staunton conducted his business affairs, she felt the full weight of her fall from grace.

“Very nice Kali……Caroline make a slow pirouette so I can enjoy the effect of your ensemble from every direction.”

She hesitated only a second before complying, twirling around, feeling her skirts fly out from her body, giving a quick peep show of her thighs. She couldn't look at him, and kept her gaze lowered, which brought her almost bared breasts into her line of view, making her blush deeply.

“Now Caroline raise your skirts so I may see what you are wearing under your gown!”

She could feel all three sets of eyes burning into her, and the collar which Mahatma had fastened around her neck felt suddenly tight and constricting, as she breathed hard. It was a constant reminder to her that she was under his power... as well as at the mercy of her brother in law, and Kali.

Her face burned as she raised her skirts, slowly, trying to avoid the inevitable for as long as possible, inadvertently feeding the sense of anticipation among her audience. The hem of the diaphanous gown tickled her thighs as it rose higher and higher, before reaching her waist. The cool air caressed her heated and damp flesh, reminding her that she was aroused in spite of herself. Her pussy and inner thighs were damp with her juices, and she stood there, humiliated and aroused in equal parts, awaiting her brother in law's pleasure.

 

[cgraven]

The deep crimson blush of shame and humiliation pleased Colonel Staunton watched the helm of Caroline’s scandalous dress creep up her gorgeous sculptured legs. He reveled in the growing fragrance of the girl’s arousal as the helm of her skirt was just below her delicate shaven pussy. One look into Staunton’s eyes told her she would receive no mercy from her brother-in-law. The girl’s cheeks were scarlet, The hem of the diaphanous gown tickled her thighs as it rose higher and higher, before reaching her waist. The cool air caressed her heated and damp flesh, reminding her that she was aroused in spite of herself.

“Mahatma Din give Caroline that little toy you were telling me about. “

Din pressed the “U” shaped dildo into the girl’s trembling hand.”

“Caroline amuse and show us how you can please yourself with your little toy.”

The Colonel made it very clear that his young sister-in-law was to defile her self by masturbating before them as she stood on his desk, for his and her tormentors amusement.

 

[sallythescorpian]

Caroline had thought that her embarrassment could not climb to a higher level - she was wrong. She could feel every pair of eyes burning into her flesh, feeding her heat.

Scarlet, she reached out, and took the U shaped dildo from Mahatma, taking care to avoid his gaze. Her hand trembled, and she wondered if she was able to make herself comply. Logically, she knew she had no choice. She was a plaything until such time as her brother in law grew bored of her, and released her from the deal she had made with the devil.

Taking a deep breath, she tugged at her gown, and pulled it up, up and over her head, leaving her naked, and exposed to the gaze of Staunton, and his native servants. Trembling, she began to trail the dildo down her body, knowing what she much do, and yet mentally rebelling against displaying herself in such a shocking manner.

Unable to stall any longer, she rubbed the dildo along her slit, and was ashamed at how quickly her body lubricated the toy, then she began to slowly work it inside herself.

 

[cgraven]

Then Staunton took Caroline’s debasement to a new and higher level with just a few simple words.

“Caroline amuse and show us how you can please yourself with your little toy.”

Din , Kali and Staunton were devouring Caroline with their lecherous gaze as she raised the helm of her skirts above her trim little waist baring her shaven pussy for all, as the she stood on trembling legs on her Master’s desk like some little harlot in a body show. Caroline hesitated only a moment before she took the toy form Mahatma Din. A dark smiled bowed the colonel’s lips as his sweet innocent sister-in-law could not meet the man’s gaze, ad hew wondered what had caused the sudden moment of demure shyness. He loved the scarlet blush as Caroline, taking a deep breath, tugged at her gown, and pulled it up, up and over her head, leaving her naked, and exposed to the gaze of Staunton, and his native servants. The naked beauty hesitated as her trembling hands trailed down her body with the foul “U” shaped toy. Then came the moment when Caroline was unable to stall any longer, she rubbed the dildo along her slit, blushing with shame at how quickly her body lubricated the toy, then she began to slowly work it inside herself.


“ Pretty Little Missy you have only inserted one of the hors of your delight……..”

Kali cooed up to Caroline as she shuddered with sinful pleasure.

“…………. Perhaps you need Mahatma Din’s assistance to insert the other horn in your tight little ass. “

“ Umm that sounds so delightful!”

Stanton mused at this new defilement of his sweet little sister-in-law.

“ Caroline do you need Din’s assistance the colonel questioned the young beauty.

 

[sallythescorpian]

“ Caroline do you need Din’s assistance"

Her eyes flew to her brother in law, and her humiliation deepened, for it was probable that she needed Din's help. Her ass was still very tight, and the angle wasn't the best. Her eyes flew to the big Indian, silently beseeching his assistance. He smirked, but didn't step forward, and with a sinking heart, she realised she would have to ask him.

"Mahatma, can you assist me please?"

Her words were low, barely above a whisper. She coudln't look at Kali or Staunton, and even Mahatma's gaze heated her flesh.

"Assist you in what way?"

She could have hit him. Did he have to make her say it???

"Can you push .... this... " she gestured to the duel headed dildo ".. into my ... my ass "

He just smiled at her, but didn't move.

"Please..." she added, feeling desperate.

He looked at her again, smirking, and shook his head slightly.

"Please push the other head into my ass Mahatma, please help me!"

At that point, he came over, and pushed her forward, and with little ceremony, he pulled the dual headed dildo from her pussy, and moved it, positioning each head against her pussy and ass, and then he held it firmly, his other hand going to her hips, as he pulled her back against him, making her work herself back on the two pronged toy, as every eye in the room watched her closely, reveling in her shame.