The defeated Claire was back in the woods; tied facing against the thick trunk of a tree with her arms pulled out and around its girth, her breasts were squashed hard against the rough bark. Her legs had been spread with the ankles tied to either side of the base of the tree and a rope bound her wrists tightly to hold her firmly in her crude embrace of the tree. Her buttocks, the backs of her thighs and her back all bore the reddened marks that the riding crop had left on her pale flesh.

The excited Gordon stood behind her, his jodhpurs around his ankles and his hunting coat open. His huge cock reared up as he gripped the girl's hips and positioned himself ready to drive up into her pussy.
"I think that her arse-hole would be a much snugger fit," Fenton said casually as he watched the proceedings.

"Dare I?" Gordon asked excitedly as he stroked the firm young flesh under his fingers.

"You caught the slut, she is yours to do with as you wish. Take command Gordon old boy, use her."

The girl screamed as the huge head of his cock moved to press against the tight puckered entrance of her anus. She screamed even louder as the pressure increased to begin forcing the tight little ring of muscles apart.

"My. But doesn't she wail so pleasingly," Gordon stated and pulled on her hips to drive harder into her.
There was a pause and then a pained wailing as the great bulbous head pushed inside her warm interior. Claire looked tearfully skyward, to the canopy of foliage high above her. The nesting birds scattered noisily at her frantic screaming as the thick rod violated her secret passage. She sobbed as he rutted, pulling her little body hard back onto each violent thrust into her. He was panting hard, she could feel his hot breath on her back, his great belly slapping hard against her with each brutal inward thrust he gave. Her mons was rubbed harshly against the rough bark and through the pain in her rectum Claire felt surges of sexual arousal coming to her.
Her mind was confused, she hated what he was doing, she hated all that she had suffered since being taken from the pub yet she was becoming aroused.

"You see Gordon," Fenton stated knowingly. "The slut likes it - most of them do."

Claire couldn't stifle a gasp as her body shook under the pounding body of the heavy Peer.

'Slut' he had called her. 'She likes it' he had said. Words so insulting and degrading yet so very thrilling. She found herself grinding her mons even harder against the tree to savour the wonderful feelings rushing through her.

"She's coming!" Fenton said excitedly. "The bitch is coming."

It was all too much for her. The dirty words, the burning pain in her backside yet the thrill of being taken so roughly and coarsely excited her like nothing else ever had. She tensed, her internal muscles clamping hard around the cock inside her and then she screamed again as the orgasm tore through her.

***

Charlotte, the serving girl at the Winstanley mansion, dressed that Sunday morning for work. It was her turn on the rota to do a Sunday and she accepted that as the norm. What had occurred yesterday however couldn't be so easily accepted. The way the squire had thrashed her, the way he had caressed her and lastly, the disgusting act of shooting his...his...she didn't even want to think the word and shivered in revulsion as she recalled the act.
Despite the pain and humiliation that she had experienced, she had to admit to herself that it had aroused her sexually. Not so much at the time but afterwards, alone in her room she had thought long and hard on the subject but it hadn't changed a thing, she had become aroused and that was fact. A virgin she might be and with little sexual experience but she knew instinctively that what she had experienced was sexually charged. Feelings so wonderful and intense, wonderful feelings that had made her clitoris tingle and her nipples harden. Sensations that were so powerful and gripping so as to want to experience them again. Her body was awakening, she realised that now, and perhaps the time had come for her to lose her cherry and to experience a man's cock inside her for the very first time. If it could be a Lord, a landowner and member of the aristocracy that should take if from her then even better. He might...just might...even think of marriage and her life would be set and her future assured.
She checked her look in the long mirror on the wardrobe door, smoothing her hands down over the black skirt. Her spirits lifted, she hummed as she viewed herself and liked what she saw. Her mind whirled in a flurry of fantasy as the new feelings washed through her. He, Lord Winstanley, had found her attractive that was for sure, she was attractive, and Charlotte reassured her reflection in the mirror. Her pussy moistened again as she thought of him coming over her, not that she had liked it, but that she had aroused him to such an excitable pitch pleased her greatly.
Charlotte pulled the hem of her skirt higher up her thighs until it rested midway between her knees and the tops of her thighs. It just about covered the tops of her stockings when standing upright but as she now knew, to bend even slightly would raise the hem at the back to almost and indecent level. She shivered delightfully at the thought. The shorter look was great she felt and smiled; the squire would like it too. Hurriedly she changed into one of her own skirts, discarding the uniform skirt in favour of the shorter more modern look. She posed and turned, whirled and curtsied as she admired herself in the mirror.
Her heart began to beat faster, thumping in her chest. Last night she felt that she could never again face Lord Winstanley but now, she simply couldn't wait to display herself and her new look to him.

***

The tall iron gates squeaked on the rusty hinges, as they swung open to allow the men to step inside. The hooded keeper of the caves stepped back and gave a slight bow as the two Lords passed him.

"My!" Gordon gasped in awe as they walked into the entrance tunnel of the caves. "This fantastic."

He stopped and looked around him then up to the high ceiling above. The wide passageway was well lit by electric lamps fixed to the sides at regular intervals to show the darker side entrances running off to the left and right of him.

The keeper approached and offered two velvet masks, both men fitted them into place over their heads and faces.

"Come," Fenton said proudly and walked on deeper into the Hellfire caves.

They turned to the left down a narrower tunnel that opened out at the end to form a large open area with many prison cells cut into the rock. Heavy steel bars covered each entrance and inside each one a girl in various states of undress.

"These are the sweepings of the streets," Fenton explained. "The willing ones are not locked up, they carry on their normal lives and simply attend meetings. These sluts are, shall we say, being educated to that way of thinking."

They moved to the next cell and then the next in turn, looking through the bars at the various female occupants.

Gordon was immediately taken by the tiny little blonde cowering at the back of her cell. She was no more than five feet tall with wide blue eyes and pert little breasts. Her slim hips and firm little buttocks, her tiny frame all gave her the appearance of a woman in miniature - that of a very young girl. Her hands were clasped between her legs to try to cover her sex from their leering gaze.

"Just turned eighteen," Fenton said noting the man's deep interest in the girl. "Like her?"

Gordon simply nodded at first; he licked his lips and gave a deep longing growl. "Could I do you think?" ........

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