Chapter 5. The lodge at Loch Lomond
In the end the hotel option wasn't open to them. The two hotels in the area that
were actually open for Christmas were all fully booked for special gatherings.
They had set off early in beautiful sunshine with frost on the fields and snow
on the hill tops. Mary had never been out of the very flat countryside of Essex
and had only seen pictures of the mountains, lakes, tarns and lochs like they
had driven through in the last few days. Now at mid afternoon with the sun low
over the mountains they arrived at a beautiful old house that had served as a
hunting lodge in a past era. It was three storeys high, had a columned entrance
and a peculiar little tower at one end. Mary thought it more of a mansion and
admired the beautiful setting on the hillside overlooking Loch Lomond and with
Ben Lomond in the distance. Michael stayed outside the house with his arms
around her for some time letting her take in the beauty of the scene and compose
herself for the meeting with her host. Only when Prude came out of the house to
greet them was the magical spell broken.
"Hi, you two lovebirds. Don't stand out in the cold," Prude greeted them.
Flinging her arms around Michael she kissed him fully on the mouth for longer
than a normal greeting. "And this must be the innocent Mary." Prude laughed an
infectious laugh and she flung her arms around Mary and kissed her long and
passionately. Mary felt a little bewildered. She had never been kissed by woman
like that before and Michael was the only man to have kissed her at all. She
could taste the woman's lips on hers and felt the tip of Prude's tongue lick
along the crease of her lips. It was a strange sensation, but not an unpleasant
one. Prude put her arm around Mary's shoulders and led them inside. "Come along
in. Mike, you can put your bags in the main bedroom," she said, "Don't stand on
ceremony. Just treat the house as your home for a few days. I'll get Sarah to
bring in some tea and cakes, I'm sure you must be thirsty after the long
journey." Feeling Mary try to pull away, she went on, "Don't be shy Mary. We're
all friends here and we will be getting to know each other really well." To
emphasise her words, Prude gave Mary another hug.
Still Mary was uncertain what to make of the young woman with the bubbly
personality. Certainly she was older than her, perhaps even older than Michael,
but she was friendly enough and not all like the sex whore she had imagined. No
bright red lipstick, no dyed blonde hair, no shiny slinky dress. Instead a
refined, well spoken, well dressed lady. Mary looked at her and wondered, "Can I
trust her? Will she really make me do things I don't want to do? Either way it
is likely to be a memorable Christmas. Good or bad."
Sarah was the cook/maid. A plump middle aged woman with a very broad Scottish
accent. Roderick, her husband served as butler and general handyman. Both had
been in Prude's service since she bought the house some three years previously.
Somehow they managed to remain aloof at Prude's parties and apparently ignored
other happenings when guests stayed. On the surface they served the meals and
wine as though it was a normal function. Only rarely were they asked to take
part or assist in the goings on. Afterwards though, the sexually stimulating
sights increased their own libido and the springs of their marital bed creaked
loudly and long. Often they discussed the relative merits of the guests, who had
the biggest cock or fullest tits or plumpest arse. Sometimes they tried the
techniques witnessed at the party and even spanked each other. Sarah more than
Roderick, would earn a little extra by servicing a lone guest and again shared
her experiences with her husband. It was always something they did with the full
knowledge of the other partner. In short, while they appeared aloof during the
proceedings, there were always some after effects.
"Mary, please sit on the settee next to me." Prude said to her guest when she
returned after showing Michael where to put their clothing and stuff. "We can
have a little chat while Mike is putting your stuff away. I gather you are very
reluctant to take part in our party." Mary nodded. "Don't be, Mary, Give it a
try. I promise I won't try and push you too far but do free yourself from some
of your inbred inhibitions. Mike tells me you're not into pain and being spanked
is a punishment not a pleasure." Again Mary nodded. "I'll try and prevent you
being spanked or caned this weekend unless you ask for it. Or Michael allows
it." she added. "Let me see what he did to you."
"You can't mean...."
"Yes, I do. Lift your skirt and drop your knickers. We are going to be seeing
each other completely naked before long and it is not going to hurt. I'm not
about to spank you. Michael might though if he hears you've been disobedient
again." Reluctantly Mary did as she was asked. "Bend over so I can get a good
look." When Mary did so, she felt soft hands caress her tender bum cheeks. "Yes,
they are very tender and a little swollen too. You must have done something very
naughty to have deserved that." She kissed each cheek. "What did you do? Throw a
book at him?"
"Did she know?" Mary thought before whispering, "Yes. That's why he has the
plaster on his forehead."
Prude laughed. "Really. I only said that. You must be either a bad tempered
bitch or you must have been very annoyed with him. Come sit back down and tell
me. It must have been quite recent by the bruise on his head and the tenderness
of your bum although you are quite small there and so he didn't have too much
area to cover. Go on tell me the gory details." Little by little Prude extracted
more or less the full story out of her and in doing so Mary let her second name
slip out. "So you think I am going to make a whore out of you, then Mary Jane?"
"That's what it seems like."
"Mary Jane, I like that so much better than plain Mary. You should use it
always."
"My mother only used it when I was in her bad books and likely to get a
thrashing."
"Mary Jane, Mary Jane," Prude repeated, "It's got a nice ring to it. Always
introduce yourself as Mary Jane in future. It will make you seem less like a
country girl."
"Perhaps I want to remain a country girl." Mary sounded defiant.
"Perhaps you do, but it won't hurt to try it. But getting back to becoming a
whore. No, that isn't it at all. So far you've only had Mike fucking you. While
he is good, you have never experienced anyone else. This weekend is a chance for
you to try others. Find out for yourself if he is the best for you. Do you enjoy
it when he fucks you, Mary Jane?"
Mary blushed bright red and only muttered, "Sometimes," before Sarah came in
with the tea closely followed by Michael.
"You two got to know each other?" Michael asked, "Been talking about me?"
"Don't let your ego run away with you Mike," Prude giggled, "Why on earth should
we want to talk about you?" Before Michael could reply she went on, "I was
saying we ought to use Mary Jane as her name whenever we introduce her. Sounds
so much more sophisticated. Trips off the tongue nicely."
"It does. Perhaps when she becomes more sophisticated. Life on the marshes is
very rural."
After the tea and cakes, Prude took them on a tour of the large house, The
'party room' was the lofty large main hall with a hammer beam roof.. At the
moment it was completely bare except for a few hard chairs around the walls.
"We'll arrange it in the morning. It won't take long. Sarah and Roderick will
help. We've more than the usual number of guests invited. Over twenty."
Dinner was a little extravagant by Mary's tastes. Grouse with a red wine. Mary
wasn't sure that she liked the rather odd heather taste but ate it and had a
second helping of vegetables. "We need to feed you up Mary Jane," Prude
remarked, "There's not too much flesh on you." After the meal they returned to
the lounge with a glass of wine and all three sat on the settee in front of the
open log fire. Prude in the middle started to massage Michael's groin through
his trousers. Mary tried to look away and ignore what was happening. She
couldn't though ignore it when Prude put her hand between Mary's legs and
started massaging her mound. Mary jumped up.
"Sit down Mary, Mary Jane," Michael ordered, "Remember what I told you. If it
doesn't hurt, try it. I am sure Prude's hand isn't hurting you but you know mine
will if you don't cooperate." Mary returned to her seat and didn't try to object
when Prude lifted her skirt and slipped her hand inside her knickers. Soon
Prude's fingers were manipulating Mary's clitoris and she was well on the way to
having an orgasm. Meanwhile, Michael had unzipped his flies and removed his cock
so Prude could massage that directly. A little pang of jealousy went through
Mary and she closed her eyes to shut out the sight, her own senses going into
overdrive by the manipulations to her clit and cunt.
"You ought to wear a kilt Michael with nothing underneath like a true Scotsman."
Prude's giggle and infectious laugh seemed to ease the situation. "For now
though, get those trousers and pants off. I want to have a good look at your
cock and balls. I need to see if they are still in good condition and make sure
Mary Jane hasn't worn them away. Have you worn them out Mary Jane?" Poor Mary
could only blush a deep shade of red. It wasn't long before Prude was kneeling
between Michael's legs, his cock deep in her mouth and was lustily sucking him
off. Mary shut her eyes again.
"Mary Jane. Yes, I so like the sound of that," Michael remarked, "Get yourself
down on the floor here where you can watch Prude and learn from her what she
does and how she does it. You might as well learn to suck a man off properly. It
doesn't hurt and gives him much pleasure and I am sure Prude is getting pleasure
too but in a different way." Prude made some comment but with her mouth full it
was difficult to understand. At first Mary tried not to watch but soon became
fascinated by the way Prude sucked and was using her tongue as well as her
fingers to stroke the shaft.
Glancing up to Michael, she saw his eyes were closed and was seemingly
enraptured by the expert fellatio. Again a twinge of jealousy came over Mary but
she rejected it. "Why should you feel anything for this man?" Her mind asked,
"You're only a toy." Guessing Michael's climax to be near her mind wondered what
Prude would do with the semen. "Will she swallow? Or spit it out? Or take her
mouth away at the last moment?" Neither proved quite correct. With a few little
groans and a jerking of his prick, Michael came and blasted the contents from
his balls into Prude's mouth. She kept her lips closed around the shaft the
whole time until Michael had spent all his seed and sat quietly.
Suddenly without any prior warning, Prude turned her head to Mary and kissed her
fully on the lips. Her hands eased Mary's jaw open and her tongue forced its way
into the surprised girl's mouth taking with it some of the sperm Michael had
deposited. Of course Mary resisted but Prude kept their lips in close contact.
Mary knew the taste of Michael's sperm from the times she had sucked his cock
after sex but somehow it seemed more obscene to take it from another woman's
mouth. Prude only laughed at her struggles and opened her mouth for Mary to see
the sperm still inside. "Relax, Mary Jane. Don't fight me. Open your mouth and
let our tongues fight. You'll enjoy it." Mary didn't believe her but when
Michael reinforced the instruction by again ordering her to comply or risk
another spanking, she hesitantly did so. Prude pushed Mary down so she was lying
on the floor. "Open wide," Prude ordered as she placed her open mouth on Mary's
and thrust her tongue inside. For a while Mary lay passively but Prude didn't
allow that for long. One hand slid inside Mary's blouse and then inside her bra
until she could manipulate the nipple with her index finger and thumb. Slowly
Mary succumbed to the stimulation and responded fervently to the woman's kisses.
"You actually enjoyed that didn't you Mary Jane?" Prude asked. Grudgingly Mary
nodded her agreement. "And I bet if I put my fingers in your cunt, it will be
wet," Prude went on, acting on her own suggestion. Mary was indeed wet. "It's
okay Mary Jane, nothing to be ashamed of. I'm just as wet as you." Taking Mary's
hand Prude put it under her skirt and on her bare shaven mound. Mary had almost
given up being surprised at this woman and her ways but was taken aback when
Prude announced, "Well Michael's had his orgasm so it is time we did too. Take
all your clothes off Mary Jane and we'll have a little fun together." Michael
had to help her but in the end she was naked and blushing from head to toe in
front of an equally naked Prude.
Prude stood proudly displaying her beautiful body, thrusting forward her firm
tits and standing with her legs slightly apart so slit of her smooth cunt could
be seen. Mary on the other hand was much smaller and wiry. Her breasts were
small and her arse more like a boys. "You've never done it with a girl have you
Mary Jane?" Prude asked with a statement and when Mary shook her head, Prude
went on, "Not even with your sister?" Again a shake of the head. "We'll try a
little sixty-nining then. Do you know what that is?" Mary had read of it and
nodded. Taking Mary's hand Prude led her to a deep pile rug and laid herself
down on it with her legs spread wide. "Your bum is still sore Mary Jane, so I'll
be on the bottom this time. You lay on top of me, with your lovely little cuntie
over my mouth and your mouth on mine."
Once more Michael had to assist and as he arranged Mary's thighs a little wider
apart he whispered in her ear, "Enjoy it Mary Jane, you liked it when I've have
done it to you and you'll need to get used to the sensation as it may happen
often at the party tomorrow."
Mary felt Prude's fingers part her cuntal lips, felt Prude's tongue lick along
her slit, felt the lips of Prude's mouth caress her labial lips, felt Prude's
teeth nibble her clit, felt Prude's nose rub her bottom hole. Mary couldn't help
but be aroused. "Come on Mary Jane, do to me what I am doing to you. It's not
all take you know, you have to give too." Tentatively Mary licked and nibbled
her partner. Never before had she even seen a woman's cunt that close too,
certainly not one bereft of hair and certainly she hadn't licked or made love to
one. Gradually as her own arousal spread and she became more confident and
familiar with her partner so she put more effort into giving pleasure to the
woman under her even though she knew this same woman could take Michael away
from her if she set her mind to it. Why should she worry about that? Wouldn't it
free her from being his love slave? Her thoughts were interrupted by her first
massive orgasm. Prude didn't stop until Mary had brought her off and had a
second orgasm herself. They were still lying there when Sarah and Roderick
entered. Sarah to collect the tea things and Roderick to make up the fire. Both
appeared unconcerned at the naked couple on the floor but it very much
embarrassed Mary.
*****
Knock, knock, knock. "Mary open the door." Michael spoke quietly through the
panelled mahogany door of the bathroom. He could hear Mary sobbing inside.
"It's okay Mike, it's an invalid lock. I'll get the key and we can open it from
this side. We've had too many guests pass out on us so I had them fitted to save
breaking the door." Prude left and returned after only a few seconds with the
square key.
Michael entered and found Mary clad in a bathrobe open at the front, sitting on
the toilet seat, head bowed, body shaking, tears streaming down her face. She
looked up, open eyed and frightened when they came in. "Mike please don't beat
me. Just let me go. I'll find my way somewhere. Don't hit me please. Release
me."
"I'm not going to hurt you Mary Jane but I am not going to release you either.
Certainly not on a cold night like this out in the wilds of Scotland." Before
she could move Michael gathered her in his arms and took her to the bedroom.
There he sat on the edge of the bed, cradling her in his arms and allowing her
to cry herself out. He realised all the emotional turmoil of the past week or so
had combined with physical tiredness from the long journey and brought on a
state of shock and depression. Memories of being thrashed by her mother and
virtually thrown out of her home, being forced to be a love slave to a stranger,
being beaten by him, finding her long lost sister only to have to leave after
only a few minutes and then coming to this grand house for what she knew was to
be an orgy. She needed comfort not condemnation. Prude decided to leave them for
the time being.
Returning half an hour later she heard them talking quietly, knocked and
entered. Mary Jane was still cuddled baby-like in his arms but her sobbing had
more or less ceased. "I think we all need a drink and perhaps a shower might not
be a bad idea." Prude remarked.
"Sounds like a good idea, but I think this one would prefer hot chocolate and I
think I would too, if you have it Prude," Michael replied.
"I haven't had that as a night cap for years," laughed Prude, her good humour
returning. "I'll join you. I'm sure Sarah can fix it. Ten minutes later when
Sarah brought in the steaming mugs of chocolate, Mary was still clinging to
Michael. He released her carefully and with Prude still bubbling on about
nothing in particular, led them to the shower room. Like the rest of the house,
it was ornate, with three shower heads and gold fittings. Prude started the
water going on two of the showers, dropped her robe and stepped under one.
Michael removed his and Mary's bathrobes and took her to the other. Showers were
a luxury not found at Stockman's House and certainly not one with a pulsating
jet like here. Mary was intrigued. It was something she hadn't heard of let
alone seen. It lightened her mood but the warmth of the massaging water made her
sleepy. Even so she would hardly let go of Michael as he dried her and himself
and carried her to the bed. All three climbed in, with Michael in the centre.
Exhaustion overcame Mary and she fell into a deep sleep. Michael too only played
with Prude for a short while before tiredness caused his eyes to close. Prude
though lay awake for some time, wondering just how Mary Jane would fit into the
planned party. Normally no one as naive as her would have been invited.
Especially to a party as big and as way out as this was planned to be.
The red figures of the digital clock proclaimed the time to be 4:37 a.m. but
Michael had to get up and go to the bathroom. In his effort to move from the
centre position in the bed he woke Mary. "I need to pee," he whispered in her
ear.
"So do I," she whispered back. Both crept into the bathroom and closed the door.
Mary peed first and when they were both finished speaking quietly so as not to
disturb Prude she said, "Mike, I'm sorry about last night. It all got a bit too
much for me."
"I know, I know. Such a change from an isolated farm, seeing no one except your
family for days on end, and then being thrust on me and all that has entailed.
Must have been traumatic for you."
"Mike? Thank you for not beating me last night ...... and for looking after me.
I don't think I could take another hiding just yet. My bum still bears the marks
of my mother's belt. Please don't let them hurt me at this party tonight."
Michael, seeing she was still very vulnerable, hugged her and said, "I'll do
what I can to protect you but you must also do what you can not to annoy the
others by refusing to do simple things, sexual things that don't actually hurt
but which you haven't yet experience of. You found Prude's ministrations last
night to be enjoyable, so you may find other things equally pleasant if only you
let yourself go and give them a try. If after the party you don't find them
agreeable, then at least you will know."
Together they walked back to bed and lay awake, Michael's hands playing with
Mary's tits. It wasn't long before he had an erection and took Mary's hand and
placed it around his shaft. Slowly to avoid disturbing Prude, Mary rubbed her
hand up and down it length, stimulating him further. Michael now concentrated on
pleasuring Mary's mound causing involuntary moans.
"For goodness sake Michael, fuck her properly. I'm awake now." Prude's voice was
a little grumpy. She switched on the light and they watched her naked bum as she
padded to the bathroom. Mary stiffly froze when Prude returned and realised
Prude wanted to watch her performance.
"It's okay, Mary Jane. You're not the first couple I've seen fuck, not by a long
way," Prude stated, "And when he's finished with you and recovered a little you
can watch him fuck me. Fair's fair. You'll get to watch plenty of fucking
tonight and you'll be watched as well."
Needing no further encouragement, Michael plunged in and was soon pounding away.
Mary though took some time before slowly and shyly she started to return his
thrusts until her womb was filled with his emission. Feeling Michael withdraw
she half expected to be made her to clean him same as at home but Prude cut in,
"I want to taste that Michael. She can have it after you've done me." Not only
did she suck Michael clean, she sucked Mary's cunt as well and in doing so
induced another orgasm.
They dozed till 7:30.
Tap, tap, tap. The bedroom door opened and Sarah appeared wheeling in a
breakfast trolley. "Thank you Sarah," Prude said, unashamedly showing her bare
breasts to the servant and, as she sat up, inadvertently revealed Mary's as
well. Sarah as usual ignored them and asked if they wanted anything else before
taking her leave.
Part way through breakfast, Prude decided to play with Mary. Taking a teaspoon
of honey she dribbled it on Mary's nipples and proceeded to suck them clean. It
aroused Mary a little but she allowed it to happen without complaint. Prude then
coated her breasts with the sticky substance and suggested her companions might
like one each. Michael willingly complied and Mary soon followed.
"Now it's your turn Michael. No prizes for guessing where I am going to dribble
the honey." Prude had a mischievous smile on her face. "It's time we brought
that sausage of yours back to life. I need it in my cunt this time." With Mary
and Prude taking turns to clean the honey off, Michael's prick soon became fully
hard. "Looks like it's ready now, have you had it like this Mary Jane?" Prude
asked. Prude lay on her back and pulled her ankles back to her ears fully
exposing both her cunt and arsehole. "This way you get to see what is happening
and he has a choice of holes." Mary watched as Michael slid into the woman's wet
cunt and began fucking at a fast pace.
"Ease up a bit Michael and put it in my other hole." Poor Mary could hardly
believe what she was seeing. Her one time experience of having a his prick up
her arse was painful and she had no real desire to repeat it. Yet here was this
woman asking to take it there. Michael of course complied with the request.
Hardly pausing in his stroke he transferred his prick to her nether hole and
with very little change in momentum, pushed fully in. Prude groaned a little and
then continued thrusting her body to meet Michael's. In only a short time,
Michael shot his load and withdrew.
"Your turn to clean up, Mary Jane," giggled Prude. A stern look from Michael
stifled any thought she had of refusing. Closing her eyes she took his cock in
her mouth and sucked it. There was only a faint taste of shit. Prude's arsehole
was much the same. More or less just the taste of Michael's spunk. On impulse,
Mary continued licking upwards until her tongue was deep into Prude's cunt.
"That's nice Mary Jane. Please bring me off." Prude kept her legs as wide apart
as she could to give Mary maximum access and having been stimulated by the arse
fuck, quickly climaxed. Michael watched and idly fingered Mary tits while her
tongue worked to give Prude her satisfaction.
"Have you tried water sports with her yet Michael?" Prude enquired.
"Not yet. Don't know if I dare to for a while at least."
"What water sports?" Mary queried, thinking of the times she had been swimming
in the sea.
"Piss sports, Mary Jane. I'd love to piss in your mouth and over your naked
body."
"You mean...? That's utterly gross. Real sodden gross! I've tasted cow piss a
few times by accident when I was in the wrong place and the cow let go and that
nearly made me sick."
"It's not so bad, Mary Jane. I've tasted it many times. It is pretty sterile you
know. I'm told Ghandi used to drink his every day and I had an Arab Sheik here
who said he kept a girl just for that purpose. When he wanted to pee, he just
clapped and the girl clamped her mouth over his cock and swallowed it all.
Michael's tasted mine and I his. Perhaps later on when we shower together again,
you'll let me taste yours and I'll give you a drop or two of mine and Michael
can do the same. It's much easier for men with their hose thing."
"Please don't let her do that Michael," Mary pleaded.
"As I said before Mary Jane, don't condemn anything until you've tried it. It is
far less painful than a hiding," Michael answered.
Mary was saved the ordeal for the immediate time being. Prude suggested they all
just had a quick wash so they could start to get the hall ready for the
evening's activities. "Some of the stuff will be dusty so we'll get dirty
anyway," Prude exclaimed. So it proved.
"Sarah and Roderick helped lay mattresses on the floor and cover them with clean
white sheets and a liberal supply of pillows. This to Mary all seemed
straightforward for an orgy. It was only when a store cupboard was opened and
various strange pieces of equipment were dragged out that Mary began to have
very severe qualms as to what might happen to her. Prude took great delight in
explaining their use. "This was a vaulting horse as used in a boys school. We
added a few straps so a person can be tied down over it ready for a thrashing or
raping or buggering. These are the frames of indoor goal posts. A person can be
strapped to them spread-eagled either the right way up or upside down ready for
whatever punishment or sexual assault we like to perform. A whipped girl is
usually left in the frame while she is fucked back and front at the same time."
"Stop it Prude," Michael yelled, "She's not ready any of that and as my slave I
shall forbid any punishment of her unless I carry it out myself. You've seen how
sore and tender her arse is already."
"She'll see it done to others though Mike. And she'll have to perform along with
all the other women to satisfy the men. Remember I provide three men for every
woman and all women should have tried a variety of cocks before they get too
old."
