At the back of the house known as Lady A’s was a stable
block which had been converted into dungeons when Alfred Gascoine, Ninth Duke
of Loughmore had bought the place and turned it into the notorious brothel it
now was. He was currently sitting back in one of the Ottoman sofas provided for
guests while the girl of their choice underwent an invigorating bout of sex
torture. There were four girls at present being worked on in the stalls which
were still divided by the half-walls they had been before, the fronts of the
stalls, however, were now occupied by comfortable chairs and tables for drinks.
A girl bent down and placed a glass of wine
on the table beside Alfred and without taking his eyes off the scene being
enacted in front of him he reached up and fumbled a breast out of her low-cut
bodice and began to knead it and twist at the ripely engorged nipple. She
obediently sank to her knees beside him to allow him to continue enjoying her
without any distraction.
Against the wall of the stable Elise
Ingemeyer was being put through her paces by the Duke of Arinswell. Elise was
Alfred’s long time and long suffering mistress whose masochistic appetites were
greatly appreciated by the habitués of Lady A’s, but currently even she was
clearly fighting hard to restrain her screams and groans.
She had been laid, naked, on her back on a
table, her wrists had been tied together under it and her legs raised and
spread – her ankles fastened to ropes hanging from hooks in the ceiling that
were positioned slightly behind her head. From where the gentlemen sat, all they
could see of her was the backs of her thighs bent back up her body, her
buttocks, her anus and her vulva. And all three areas were taking the full
force of a stock whip.
A girl in attendance was counting the lashes
and had reached forty. The forty-first was a particularly venomous stroke that
allowed the tip of the tail to dig itself directly into the woman’s cunt. There
was appreciative applause as the gentlemen watched Elise’s body lurch upwards
against its restraints. The forty-second lash followed the same path and Elise
finally gave in to a wail as the tail smacked home between her plump lips.
“Excellent, Edward!” Alfred called. “You’ve
The duke smiled grimly and fired in a third
lash that precisely followed the previous two and fetched frantic writhings and
cries from Elise, then he coiled the whip and strolled back towards his
“I have indeed, Alfred,” he said, picking up
a glass and draining it as Alfred dismissed the girl from his side. “I’ve got
some uncommonly fine whipping stock on the estate just at present and I’m
looking forward to showing them at the Gathering. All I need to know is when
you are planning to hold it.”
There was a murmur of agreement from around
the table and from some of the adjoining stalls as well. For a moment the whips
fell silent and the only sounds were the gasps and sighs of the girls as their
torments ceased temporarily. Alfred
swirled his wine in his glass and enjoyed being the centre of attention. He had
avoided setting a date for as long as possible to allow his trainer as much
time as he could give him to train up a heavy horse which he was going to enter
in the trials during the Gathering. Elise had been sent up to London to keep
his friends busy but even her stamina was coming towards its limits now. Lady
Abigail had told him when he arrived the previous day that the poor woman had
hardly had a day without a bitterly harsh flogging.
“I suggest we convene on the 30th,
which gives us all a fortnight to put the finishing touches to our training –“
“And allows the welts to fade,” Robert
Dalrymple finished for him.
Alfred smiled and nodded in agreement.
Diaries were pulled from pockets and notes were made before the whips began to
fall again with renewed vigour and the stable once more resounded to cries of
pain and orgasm according to the natures of the different girls.
The duke went back to work on Elise who added
her warbling cries of distress to the others.
“And what of our wager, your Grace?” Robert
The peasant girl, Meg, had been sent to
Alfred by Robert – originally for her to fight against any two or three girls
Alfred cared to put in a ring with her. If she won it would acquit him of a
gambling debt he owed Alfred. But on seeing the girl, Alfred had seen her true
potential and had taken her into his employ and she was the girl he was going
to enter in the heavy horse class at the Gathering. However, he was anxious not
to give his plans away.
“I have her kept under lock and key,” he said
carefully. “And I fully agree that she is worth putting up against a
combination of other girls – in what combination and with what handicaps, we
can decide on nearer the time. I am quite happy to continue our double or quits
Robert smile happily. In fact Alfred planned
to pay him for Meg and cancel the debt once the Gathering got underway and it
was too late for anyone to try and nobble his trainer or the horse herself and
manipulate the odds.
“I’ve found a couple of quite tough doxies
recently and I’d be happy to contribute them,” he told Alfred.
“Good! It looks as though we can go as hard
as we like with the sluts and not risk running short,” Alfred replied. “I
believe we may count on roughly thirty females attending – not counting ponies
and heavy horses.”
Robert raised his eyebrows. That was a goodly
total and the four days looked like being an orgy well worth being present
at. His thoughts were interrupted by
Elise’s flogging coming to an end. At seventy lashes she gave out a shriek and
lay still for a few moments before stirring sluggishly again.
Alfred smiled as he saw a small flow of thick
fluid ooze from between her reddened and flogged labia. He knew her well enough
to know that after thirty or forty lashes more, she would spurt her juices a
couple of feet. But the Duke of Arinswell wanted to move on and received
another round of applause when he went to another table and took up a needle
and some thin silver wire. Carefully he
threaded the wire through the eye of the needle and pulled it through until the
wooden button at the other end was lodged against the needle.
He returned to the doubled over form of Elise
and took a firm grip on her left sex lip, pulling it up and away from her right
one. Alfred looked on in approval, Elise needed this sort of treatment. She
would scream and cry whilst she underwent it but would emerge from it smiling
and proud. She never orgasmed under the slower procedures like she did under
the whip, but they were just as necessary for her.