Chapter 8 Violet's initiation
"Beyers, Martha, bring that unruly wife of mine here." Violet was dragged
screaming and kicking into the centre of the room. "Strip her. Doesn't matter if
the dress tears, just get it all off. It's only her wedding finery. She'll never
wear it again."
Eric moved closer to his Violet and held her hand. He rightly guessed she too
was going to feel the lash. In moments the bride, her fine dress shredded, stood
stark naked. Beyers and Martha held her arms to prevent any further escape
attempt or to cover any part of her body.
"Turn her round so we can all see what she looks like." A couple of revolutions
later, Geoffrey ordered "Stop. So wife, even after only a few hours of marriage
you have decided to defy me. Let me tell you this. First of all your face makes
you one ugly bitch. I have married you only because of your dowry and for the
fact that I believe you are a virgin and have yet to be fucked in any of your
holes." Geoffrey was deliberately being as crude and as cruel as possible. "As
you can see, there are plenty of beautiful ladies in this room. All of them will
take my cock in any hole, anytime I ask so I really don't need another cunt to
fuck. However, as you have seen, I also delight in making women squeal with pain
but if I do that to the servants they cannot work for several days. With a wife
that doesn't matter. You are now a titled lady but in fact your real title is
whore. Lady Whore."
"No! No! You can't possibly mean it. I am your bride. It's inhuman to treat
anyone so." Violet with tears running down her cheeks continued to plead but
they were not heeded. Indeed Geoffrey just treated them with scorn.
"Fasten her to the chair." Promptly she occupied the chair Mildred had vacated
and was trussed in the same way. Geoffrey went and hefted her tits and made sure
his audience could see them too. He squeezed them and pulled the nipples. "Quite
a nice pair. Has any man held them before?" She shook her head, no. "Beyers come
and feel these tits." Violet was shocked and humiliated beyond reason but she
could do nothing to prevent Beyers's large hands mauling her. "Give them a good
squash man. She needs to feel your hands. Now Jackson, come and take your turn."
Before long everyone present, including all the maids had played with young
Violet's breasts. Geoffrey ordered Grace to "Warm these tits like you did
Mildred's."
Young Violet begged and implored him not to but he only replied, "What and spoil
my fun!" With practiced ease, Grace striped Violet's tits just as hard as she
had Mildred's. Violet remained conscious all the time but was soon screaming and
begging for the beating to stop. When it finally ended, Geoffrey again played
with them and sucked and nipped her teats. Once more he invited Beyers and the
rest of the staff to feel and play with them. This time he also insisted they
suck each breast as though they were babies wanting milk.
"Sponge her face and release her." Violet hoped her ordeal was over but it was
only the start. "Fasten her to the whipping bench."
Eric was shaking as he watched the earlier version of his loved one carried to
the low bench and strapped down tightly. Ghost Violet, put her arms around his
fluid body and said, "It's okay Eric, remember it all happened a long while ago.
I don't feel it now." It was small comfort to him as his ears heard the screams
that came from the young woman as her tortured tits were snugged down to the
bench by the straps across her back.
The bench was higher at the buttock end to fully expose the arse area for
punishment. Beyers strapped Violet's feet wide apart to a cross bar at the base.
Though the pain from her tits tended to blind all other thoughts she knew her
sex was fully open to the gaze of those in the room. Her cunt which no other man
had seen was being stared at not only by her husband but by Beyers standing
alongside him. She was certain that Jackson and the other boy could see it too
even though they were further away.
"Well there's a fine sight," Geoffrey now spoke with good humour, "A virgin cunt
and a virgin arsehole all nicely displayed and two lovely bum cheeks that I
wager have never felt the kiss of the cane. Come and have a good look staff, it
is not something you see every day. Have a feel. By this time tomorrow there
will be nothing virtuous about her."
Geoffrey pulled her arse cheeks apart and invited Beyers to put his finger in.
"She's very dry, Sir," he remarked.
"Good, then she'll feel it all the more when I put my cock in but she may get
wetter after the cane has warmed her a little." Violet knew enough by now to
know that 'warmed' was a euphemism for a very hot thrashing. A thrashing she
could do nothing to avoid, a thrashing that would be witnessed by all the staff
she was supposed to oversee.
Jackson started a new trend when he stepped up to view the virgin opening. After
feeling it for a few moments he put his lip to the entrance and inserted his
tongue. "Does it taste good?" enquired Geoffrey and on receiving the affirmative
instructed the boy to do the same with her arsehole. Jackson didn't expect that
but knew he must comply.
"Martha, you cack handed bitch, get yourself a cane. You too Grace." Both women
went to a drawer where 50 or more canes were stored. They selected rattan canes
about four feet long.
"These will really warm a virgin arse," murmured Martha.
"Yes, and we had better do a good job on it while we has the chance. She might
be the one wielding the cane next week," whispered Grace in reply.
Grace stood by Violet's left buttock, the cane in her right hand with Martha
opposite holding her instrument in her left.
"Mary," Geoffrey ordered one of the maids, "Have the smelling salts ready, If
she passes out bring her round as quickly as possible. I don't want to waste
time waiting for her to wake up."
"Yes, Sir."
"Violet, my dear wife, I am sorry you have to learn the hard way after so short
a time what happens when I am disobeyed. I am sure you will learn your lesson
quickly but if you don't then there are plenty of other ways of punishing you. I
delight in all of them." He gave a derisory laugh.
"Grace, Martha, I want you to start here," Geoffrey indicated just above the
back of the knee, "And continue covering all the flesh to here." He pointed to
the end of the tailbone. Count to eight between each stroke and work alternately
You can start Martha."
Martha tapped the selected area with the end of her rod. All the onlookers
stopped breathing. They knew from painful personal experience how well Martha
could wield the length of rattan. A swish followed by a scream. A livid red welt
appeared across the back of both thighs. Eight seconds later, Grace matched it
with a stripe alongside and almost touching the first. Violet tried to buck and
twist but she was securely held. He mind, so unused to violence since the
episode at home many years previously, tried to shut out the pain but didn't
succeed. It was too terrible. And they had only just started. Martha laid her
next stripe a little more than a quarter of an inch away from Grace's but the
inflammation in the skin soon spread so the stripes appeared to touch.
Before they reached the crease between her arse and thighs, Violet passed out.
Mary revived her and the horrible thrashing continued. Had he been able, Eric
would cheerfully have murdered Geoffrey and the two women but he was powerless
to do anything other than watch. His invisible partner held him as he screamed
invective and insults at them but other than vent his feelings, it did no good.
Only ghost Violet could hear him.
Eventually the beating came to an end. Violet's skin was an awful spectrum of
colours but the skin was not broken. Even Eric had to admit, they knew their
job.
"Mary, make sure she keeps awake. Jackson, you seemed to like putting your
tongue in virgin hole, come and do it now. Flora, come and get your lovely lips
around my cock and get it to full hardness." Geoffrey gave the orders as though
it was an everyday occurrence to have a woman strapped down and whipped and made
ready for rape. His cock was hard enough already, he just wanted to make sure it
was rock solid. "Is she wide awake Mary?"
"Yes, Sir, wide awake." Into Violet's ear she whispered, "Try and keep awake
Miss, it'll be worse if you don't. Sorry Miss."
"Move out of the way then Jackson." Pushing Flora away too, he entered Violet's
vagina until he satisfied himself her hymen was indeed still intact, then he
pulled back and thrust forward at full power. Not much more than a loud groan
came from Violet's lips. Her voice was nearly gone from all the previous
screaming. Geoffrey didn't waste time on any niceties. He plunged in and out,
hitting her tortured flesh with each thrust until he ejaculated. He stayed
inside her for a minute or two slowly moving his hips and grinding his pelvis
against her arse to cause just more pain. He leaned forward, gripped her tits
and pulled himself tight against her. To the ghostly onlookers his cruelty seem
to know no bounds.
Soon though his cock softened and slipped out. Flora, who was still kneeling at
his side, knew what she had to do without being asked. She took the messy soft
cock into her mouth again and sucked it clean.
"Water, water," Violet croaked.
Mary helped her to sip from the jug. Every one wondered why she wasn't yet
released. It had been the most horrendous punishment they had seen for a long
while. They didn't wonder for long.
"Flora, keep working those lips and that tongue of yours until I am fully hard
again. I want to relieve her arsehole of its virginity." It took about ten
minutes before he was hard enough for his satisfaction. Meanwhile he had ordered
Jackson to perform again to ready her anus for his penetration. Flora too tried
to leave as much saliva as she could on his cock when he finally withdrew from
her mouth.
Again there were no niceties. Geoffrey centred his cock on the opening and
pushed and pushed until he gained entry. It didn't matter to him that she was in
great pain, in fact he was pleased she was. Having climaxed so recently he took
longer this time causing Violet further pain. Finally it was all over. Flora
cleaned him again but now he was sated.
He looked around at his trembling maids and then at the three men who had
obvious bulges in their breeches. Like the women, they were only allowed one
covering on their bodies. No undergarments so their erections were prominent.
"Beyers, Jackson, Jones, drop your britches and let's see how hard those cocks
are." Beyers had a cock that suited his large frame but the other two were
smaller. "It looks as if they need some attention, each of you pick one of the
maids and give her arsehole a good reaming," ordered Geoffrey. All the girls had
taken cocks in their arse many times so it wasn't going to be any hardship for
them, except for Flora who was selected by Beyers. She knew he was like his
master and would do her hard with that over large weapon of his. Jackson and
Jones took pity on Mildred and chose to leave her alone. It was not surprising
none picked Grace or Martha. They were older although still attractive in a
harsh sort of way.
"Grace, Martha and Mildred, take your new mistress and clean her up and then put
her in my bed. Lock the room and Mildred you may take her some refreshments and
sit with her until tea."
*****
"My God, Vi, that was the most horrible thing I have ever seen. None of my films
ever came close to it for sheer cruelty." They were sitting around the stove in
the 1866 cottage which seemed like a halfway house on route to Eric's time. "I
just don't know how you stood all that pain and didn't pass out or die. I know
you said how cruel and mean he was but I never imagined anything that awful.
Come here, let me cuddle you."
"You're the one that needs holding, dear. You're the one that's shaking like a
leaf."
After spending the night at the quaint old house, they returned to 2001 and Eric
spent the day typing in the events he'd witnessed. Just recalling them caused
him a lot of anguish and his usually good typing became erratic. Violet left him
alone for a while and then quietly took him a cup of tea. Noticing all the words
underlined in red she remarked he didn't seem to be doing too well today. Eric
jumped at the sound of her voice and sat back revealing his open flies and an
erect cock.
"I guess having to recall all those events is difficult for you. It frightens
and yet stimulates your cock. It's not abnormal even if the sights were most
unusual both in those times and more so now." She knelt and took his stiff pole
between her lips and suckled and massaged it until he came. "Perhaps that will
settle your nerves and after you've drunk your tea you can get back to work.
It's not something I can help you with. I have never used a keyboard. We had
pens with steel nibs and some of the elders still insisted on quills." Violet
laughed at the memory.
After lunch they went for a short walk. Eric had managed to get the rough draft
on disk but it still needed a lot of work, However, he deemed a break would do
them good and by the time they'd had their evening meal, both were in a happier
mood. It was short lived. Eric asked what happened to Young Violet after she was
taken to her bedroom.
"Are you sure you're ready for another session?" Eric nodded but wasn't really
sure. Violet continued the story.
