The Golden Age

Chapter 16: After The First Course

It was late in the evening when the outer door to the barrel cell was swung open again. Alice, Sally and Hermione looked up to see Jean being led back into the cellar.

She was no longer struggling or shouting as she had been when she left. She walked quietly along, still naked, behind the guard, following him without the need for the slightest tug on the leash that was fastened to a heavy collar locked around her neck.

The others watched as the guard opened the outer cage door and pushed Jean into the cell. He touched the back of her left calf with the cane her carried and she dropped to her knees without a sound. The guard fastened the chain from the wall ring to her ankles, unlocked her collar and stood up.

Jean said nothing. Staring blankly, straight ahead, she seemed unaware of her surroundings. Hermione turned towards the guard. “What have you done to her? What's happened to her?” she demanded.

The guard ignored her but turned to Alice . Without a word he grabbed her wrists and twisted her arms behind her back. Pinning her against the wall of the barrel and ignoring her cries and the protests of Sally and Hermione he pulled some lengths of cord from his pocket and tied it tightly fixing her left wrist to her right elbow and her right wrist to the left. As he did so, Sally stretching to the end of the reach of her chain tried to hit out at the guard's legs. He swung around catching the girl a blow on the side of her head with his cane that sent her crashing back against the cell wall, stunned. Hermione was quick to her side, cradling her companion to shield her against any future blows, but the guard simply continued with his work. The vicious bondage was followed by a knotted scarf jammed into Alice 's mouth and tied off as a gag. A further scarf followed blindfolding the girl, then came the collar and leash that had been used on Jean. Only with Alice bound, gagged, blindfolded and collared did the guard unfasten the chain that held her to the cell's wall and drag her from the cell.

“No, come back, bring her back,” Hermione called as first the cage and then the outer door slammed shut.

Sally moaned as she recovered from the blow that the guard had dealt her. Hermione comforted her but then the two girls turned toward Jean who was till kneeling, silent and motionless where the guard had left her. Hermione went across to Jean's side.

“What's the matter, Jean?” she asked. “Are you all right? What have they done to you?”

Jean went on staring straight ahead, her eyes unfocussed and her look blank. “We talked,” she said in a flat, emotionless, tone. “We talked, Dr Insing and I. Just talked, that's really all it was, talk. Just talk. And then…” She fell silent.

“Then what? What happened? After you talked? What then?”

“Then I knew. Then I knew that I had to do as they say. Only do as they say. Just do as they say. Do you see?” Jean still hadn't moved from the spot where the guard had left her.

“Oh, Jean,” said Hermione, “What have they done to you? What's happened to your spirit? Yu must fight them. We all must fight them.” Jean didn't react. “Come on you should get some rest.” Hermione and Sally drew an unresisting Jean to her feet and towards the end of the barrel where they now had a few thin blankets to share. Sally tried to wrap a blanket around Jean but she brushed it aside.

“No,” she said, more firmly than anything that she had uttered since she had been returned to the barrel. “No. I must not be covered unless they say so. No.” But then she lay down on the floor, staring up at the ceiling seeming to want to sleep but unable to close her eyes.

Sally and Hermione looked on in horror, terrified less they and Alice faced a similar fate.

Beyond the cellar, though, Alice 's fate was more immediate.

She was being dragged, blindfold, through the corridors of the chateau. As she stumbled she cried out into her gag, an act that earned her a sharp blow from the guard's cane. She soon learned to choke back each cry lest she earn another blow. The stairs were the hardest, the guard made no allowance for the blindfold or the chain that hobbled her ankles. The spiral stone steps threw her off balance again and again, slamming her against the wall of the turret that they were climbing, pitching her forward onto her knees. Finally the ordeal stopped. She felt the guard's hands on her arms, heard a knock at a door, and then Bertie's voice, “Come in, do come in.” She was pushed forward.

She heard the guard address Bertie. “The woman you asked for, M'ssieur. Just let me know when you have finished with her.”

“Yes, yes,” said Bertie, “that's fine. You can toddle off now.” Alice heard the door close behind her and then realised Bertie had taken hold of her leash. “Hello old thing,” he said, haven't seen you since yesterday.”

“Ummgh mmiii,” was all Alice could manage in response. She felt Bertie's hands at the knot of her blindfold and in a moment the cloth was pulled away and she was blinking in the light of Bertie's room. “Annghh ooo,” she grunted in gratitude.

“Well,” began Bertie, I'd like to say I'm sorry about this. Trouble is, seeing you like this, can't say I'd be being entirely truthful. Fact is I got a bit tired of your flirty nature up at the club,”

“Ganghh! Hnnghhh!” Alice complained, incoherently.

“Now don't interrupt, Alice , old thing. What was I saying – oh yes. Bit tired of it. Always felt you were giving me a bit of a come-on and then backing orf. Not very sporting. Always wondered what you had under that tennis dress. Now I see.” Bertie smiled at the naked Alice .

“Ggerghee, eggh ee ghhooo.”

“Sorry, old thing, can't make out a word of it. Anyway – ah, mmm, yes well it's all very nice Nice pair of the old boozooms. Ideal size - bigger than tennis balls, smaller than footballs, what? Ha! Still didn't bring you all the way up here just to look at your titties, nice though they are.” Alice looked puzzled. “No, no, never been much of a one for that, not really my favourite area at all. Now let's see. I think you'd best go here.” Bertie steered her to the vast bed and pushed her down on it. “Hope you appreciate the flowers and bubbly,” he said gesturing towards the bedside table. “You girls are supposed to like a bit of romance aren't you?” He picked up a glass of champagne. “I'd offer you one but then I'd have to take the gag out and I must say I'm enjoying not being interrupted for once.”

Alice watched in horror as Bertie's hand went to unfasten his belt and the flies of his oxford bags. As he stepped out of his trousers, she tried to back away from him across the bed almost falling to the floor.

“Come on, old girl, don't be shy,” he said gripping her around the waist and dragging her back. She steeled herself for the inevitable but then Bertie swung her over so that her face was pushed into the pillow he jerked her waist up so that she was kneeling with her buttocks in the air. She squealed into her gag as his hand stroked across her backside. “Very nice,” said Bertie, kneeling behind her. “Boyish really. Quite takes me back – last year at school you know. My eighteenth birthday present, a blonde lad in my form – head of house he was, couple of months older than me and quite the nicest bum I've ever seen, then or since.” Alice tried to struggle but Bertie jerked her leash tight and she gave a choking muffled cry. Then she felt Bertie start to press against her and his prick prodding against her arse. She squealed as Bertie pushed himself home. Bertie grabbed the cords the bound her wrists to her elbows and used them as reins, pulling her up from the bed as pushed against her again and again. “Never tried this with a girl before, old thing,” he gasped. “Not bad at all. Might get a taste for it.”

Alice groaned again and again as Bertie went on, ignoring her protests and struggles. Eventually he spent himself and pushed her away, leaving her sobbing. “Now after that I do need a gasper,” said Bertie, picking up a cigarette from the box on the bedside table.

Jennings appeared at the door and surveyed the scene. “Really Sir,” he said, “I do hope you don't take offence but I really feel I must object.”

“Oh, come on Jennings ,” said Bertie. “Don't be a prude. Worse things happen at sea, eh?” Alice groaned still struggling against the ropes that held her, still only able to grunt into her gag.

“I'm sorry, Sir.” Jennings drew himself up to his full height. “I was not in any sense referring to your current amusements. Far be it from me to comment on such things. However, Sir, I do feel entirely able to object to a pair of trousers just cast down on the floor – you may recall, Sir, that they were freshly pressed this morning. While I wouldn't normally comment, I have to say that the laundry facilities here in the Chateau leave a great deal to be desired and I can't be confident that I can return them to the sharp creased perfection you would normally expect.”

“Quite, old chap. Sorry,” Bertie apologised, “thoughtless of me – had my mind on other things – as you see.”

“Indeed I do, Sir.” Jennings peered at the helpless girl. “Can I ask if you intend to do any more with her this evening or should I take her back to where she came from? I understand there's quite a pressing series of engagements for the young lady.”

“Gaaachh,” Alice groaned, shaking her head vigorously.

“Don't worry, Miss,” said Jennings , helpfully, “I'm sure they'll let you know what's going on all in good time.”

Bertie had poured himself a second glass of champagne. “Thank you Jennings , I think I have done with her for now, you might as well take her back down. Might give her another go tomorrow if she's not busy.”

“Very good, Sir,” said Jennings , picking up Alice 's leash. “If you'd like to follow me, Miss,” he said, almost choking her as he pulled her from the bed and towards the door. “I shouldn't be too long, Sir but it's probably better if I take her down than if we bother the guards.”

“Whatever you say, Jennings , old chap, whatever you say.”

Jennings led Alice along the corridor towards the spiral staircase that plunged back down towards the cellars. He stopped beside a door, pushed Alice back against the wall and grabbed hold of her right breast. Alice tried to break away from his grasp. “This is lucky isn't it Miss? We've got some time to ourselves. Why don't we pop in here for a minute or two, Miss?” Jennings reached across her and opened the door. He dragged her inside what was evidently a linen closet and kicked the door shut behind them.

Jennings pushed the girl back against the shelves that held piles of bed linen and towels. “Now, I'm going to take your gag off. You'd like that wouldn't you?”

Alice nodded and grunted her agreement.

“You're to keep quiet, though. Understand?

Another nod, another grunt. Jennings loosened the knot at he back of her neck. As he did so, she forced the knotted cloth out of her mouth and gasped in relief. “Oh, thank you, thank you,” she breathed quietly.

“My pleasure, Miss,” Jennings smirked.

“Did you see what he did to me. Barbaric. Like an animal. Please, how can I get out of here? How can we all get out of here? What should we do?” she begged.

“I really don't know, Miss. Oh, goodness, I think you've misunderstood me.” Jennings gave an embarrassed cough. “I do hope you didn't think I brought you in here to help you get free or anything. Oh dear, I am sorry if I've misled you in any way.”

“But, you took off my gag, and I thought …”

“Ah, sorry for the confusion, Miss. I just thought since the Honourable Bertie had finished I would also take the opportunity to see how accommodating Miss Alice Mottram could be. Alice squealed as Jennings pressed one hand across her mouth muffling her protests, while the other started to unbutton his flies. She struggled more as she realised his intentions but found herself forced to her knees and her face pushed against Jennings 's crotch. He gripped her by the hair, twisting it until the pain forced her to cry out, opening her mouth and allowing him to thrust his cock into it. She was almost choking as it pressed against the back of her throat. “Do try to please me, my dear, it's a skill you'll find helpful, I'm sure. This makes a pleasant change for me, you know. A lifetime in service – it's nice to be served for once.”

Alice whimpered as Jennings , pressed against her over and over, finally coming and spilling his cum deep into her throat. She coughed and choked as he pulled back from her. “There,” he said, “that wasn't too bad. I mean obviously you're a beginner so we can't expect too much. But that wasn't too bad at all.” Alice lay sobbing on the floor of the linen closet as Jennings dressed himself. “Now, you'll be wanting to get back to your friends to tell them of your adventures. I know what you modern girls are like, always gossiping about the chaps you've had. Still we need a gag and a blindfold, I suppose.”

Alice shook her head. “No, please, no,” she begged. Turning to the piles of linen in the closet, Jennings picked up a pillowcase and pulled it over the girl's head. “I sure the Comtesse won't mind us borrowing this,” he said. Then picking up the cloth that had gagged Alice before he retied it over the pillow case, jamming the knot back into her mouth. Pulling the girl to her feet he propelled her back out into the corridor. Naked expect for the pillow case over her head, tied in place by the gag, she was pulled by her leash back towards the cellar.