Enslaved Chapter 35

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Enslaved Chapter 35“Enjoy yourself?” It was Rosalie asking the question.“Sure thing,” nodded Havers. He was sprawled in an armchair, looking a shade tired. “In fact, Rosalie,” he went on, “I should say that it was the best fuck I’ve ever had. ” Julia, standing in the background, having been exalted from scullery maid to parlour maid, could hear every word, of course.“Really?” Rosalie raising her eyebrows.“Yes… really,” said Havers sipping the Scotch Julia had just brought for him. “How about the girl?” “Oh… she enjoyed it very much too…” “Is that so, Julia?” “Y-Yes… Miss…” “Come here, girl.” Julia stepped forward with her naturally seductive hip-swivelling stride. Havers watched her bottom go past him, quivering delectably, seeing the inflamed weals encircling the nates. “Are you trying to ingratiate yourself with the senior staff here?” asked Rosalie. “I… I don’t under… understand, Miss…”Julia still wore the same garb she had done as a scullery maid. The apron was now rather grubby, partly from work, partly from rubbing upon the kitchen table top. Rosalie regarded her with the sternness of a Victorian housekeeper… a role she had slipped naturally into! “I mean,” she said, “that I believe you were trying to curry favour by pretending you liked being fucked by Mr Havers.” “She wasn’t pretending,” interjected Havers with a grin. “Leave this to me, Mr Havers, please,” said Rosalie with mock severity. “Were you pretending or not, girl?” “I… I w-wasn’t pretending, Miss,” whispered Julia. She was trembling. “You mean you really did like it?” “Y-Yes, Miss…” Oh that bottom, that lovely, luscious bottom, thought Havers, a shade drunkenly! How it squirms… whether it’s caned or fucked! “I see…” Rosalie shook her head wonderingly. “So you didn’t resist at all when Mr Havers made advances?” “No, Miss…” another whisper. “Perhaps it was you who made the advances…” “Oh… no, Miss!” “That’s what you say. But, in any event, I would not call your behaviour very ladylike…” A throaty sob from Julia. What a wonderful time Rosalie was having! “You, a new girl here,” she went on, “open your legs to the first senior Member of the staff who approaches you…” “It’s not that I’m senior,” said Havers thickly, “she just likes a piece of solid prick up her!” Rosalie wrinkled her nose. “Is that so, Julia?” Julia nodded. She did not seem to be able to find words. “I suppose,” said Rosalie, “if I brought half a dozen of the footmen up here, you’d accommodate them all… one after the other…” “She’d love to,” laughed Havers. “Let the girl answer for herself, please Mr Havers.” “I… I don’t think I w-would,” whispered Julia. How long was this hideous charade going on?“You don’t think?” “I… I mean, Miss… I wouldn’t…” “Liar!” interrupted Havers. “I don’t think the girl is lying,” said Rosalie primly. “She knows she can get caned for that, don’t you Julia?” “Yes… Miss…” “She’s just trying to display some maidenly modesty,” said Havers with a leer. “I’d bet my bottom dollar she’d like six footmen to roger her!” “Well,” said Rosalie in a matronly way, “she’s not going to get the opportunity. No so long as I’m housekeeper here. Go and refill Mr Havers glass, Julia, it appears to be empty.” Julia walked to the sideboard and returned with a decanter. As she poured, Havers ran a hand up her thigh and fondled her. “Confess it, girlie,” said Havers in a loud whisper. “You know you’d love bahis firmaları six footmen…” “If… if… you s-say s-so… Sir…” said Julia. Then she burst into a flood of tears! “Now… now… Mr Havers, don’t upset the girl,” said Rosalie. “She’s probably regretting being so forward this afternoon.” “She didn’t regret coming twice,” said Havers. “Twice indeed!”Rosalie’s eyebrows shot up. “That really is immodest of her. Most unladylike!”Julia’s fulsome breasts heaved up and down with her sobs. They were held high by the half-cup brassiere. “There, there, girlie,” said Havers, patting Julia’s bottom in a paternal sort of way. “Don’t take on so. You can’t help liking a man’s cock up you as often as you can get it. Take that decanter back before you drop it.” “She should try and disguise her feelings better,” said Rosalie as Julia moved across the room.“Come back here, girl.”Julia came back.“Now listen to me, young Miss… this is a respectable house… and I won’t have goings-on. It’s alright with Mr Havers here. He’s senior and he can do what he likes… so I’ll say nothing about that. But just let me catch you up to your tricks with any of the other servants here and I’ll take you down to the cellar and birch every inch of skin off your backside!You hear me?” Havers saw the quick contraction of the nates at the mention of the birch. “Yes, Miss,” answered Julia meekly. “All right, go back to your place…” Havers watched Julia go past. Saw the smooth, swelling mound beneath the tiny apron… saw the soft sex-lips… saw the long white thighs, flesh quivering with their movement… As Havers, beginning to doze, was closing his eyes, he had a sudden thought. “Where’s Melissa?” he asked. “Down in quarters,” replied Rosalie. “Why so?” “No particular reason. Christ, you’re not thinking of having her again, are you? You should watch it at your age!” “No… actually I wasn’t,” laughed Havers. “Did you have a good time with her?” “Very good,” answered Rosalie. “That girl’s got a mouth like melting honey. She really sends me. Sometimes it’s impossible to believe she’s not a genuine lesbian.” “It’s just training,” said Havers, eyes half closing again. “I know,” nodded Rosalie. “All the same, I had to give her the rest of her ration with the cane.”“Oh?” Havers sat up again. “How come?” “She dropped my powder bowl on the floor. She was using the puff on me after I’d had a bath. Powder all over the carpet…” “Careless slut,” said Havers. “You made her clear it up?” “Of course. With her tongue.” “Excellent. Then you caned her?” “Sure did. Tied her to the dressing-table stool first.” “That’s the way to deal with carelessness.” “I reckon…” “They don’t like the cane you know,” said Havers drowsily, eyes beginning to close again. His right hand, which held the glass, sank slowly towards the floor.“I know,” smiled Rosalie. “I’ve noticed…” The glass fell with a little thump, the contents spreading in a damp pool.“Damn…” murmured Havers. “There’s a piece of carelessness!” snapped Rosalie. “So tired… sorry…” said Havers, opening one eye. “Not you, Mr Havers… the girl!” “Eh?” “She should have seen your glass was going to fall. That’s the sort of thing a parlour-maid’s for…” “Yeh… I suppose so…” “The girl was just daydreaming…” “Not doing her job properly, you mean?” said Havers. “That’s what I mean,” said Rosalie firmly. Julia began to tremble. For a while she had dared hope she kaçak iddaa might escape her full ‘ration’. Rosalie stood up and went over to the sideboard. Out of a drawer came the inevitable cane. There wasn’t a room in Cragness without one! “You’re quite right, of course,” said Havers, sitting erect and waking up fully. “Julia… over to Mr Havers’ chair. Kneel and get your nose in that whisky.” Pale, biting her lower lip, Julia did so. At least, it’s only six, she told herself. In her kind of world, that was something to be thankful for! Rosalie was flexing the rod. “You going to cane her?” enquired Havers. “Yes… unless you want to…” “No… no… you go ahead,” said Havers politely. There would be plenty of other opportunities!“In that case, Mr Havers, perhaps you would be so good as to pull the girl’s arms up behind her back.” “Certainly, Miss Rosalie,” Havers twisted Julia’s soft arms up to her shoulders. The curving bottom came up higher. It was so close to him.“Go ahead,” he said. Six full-blooded strokes whiplashed across Julia’s bottom, falling at about five second intervals… One!Rosalie teeth clenched… the sound of willow biting into flesh… Julia yelping agonisedly…Two! A louder yelp… that bottom squirming so frantically… Three! Yet louder… yet more frantic… Four! “Yyaaieee… m-merceeeee!” Five! Oh God, what it was to watch a woman be thrashed! Six! “Aaaiiieeee… aagh… aaggh… oooohhhhhh… oooohhhhhh…” Havers released Julia’s wrists and watched the girl slump down on to the floor… moaning and groaning… shuddering and twisting… nails clawing into the carpet pile… And tomorrow, he reflected, she’ll more than likely get the same again! “Shall I take her down now?” asked Havers, when Julia’s sobs had subsided a little. “Might as well,” shrugged Rosalie. She was aware that both she and Havers had probably had their fill of the girls for that day! “Right…” said Havers. “Up, my pretty one…” Julia got up, rubbery-kneed. Her cheeks were wet with tears, her lips trembled uncontrollably. Oh the never-ending torment! Oh the never-ending torment of it all!Worst of all, perhaps, knowing there was no escape! Julia continued to sob heart-brokenly as she followed the heavy, bullet-headed figure of Havers towards the door which led to the slave quarters beneath.“OK?” Rosalie had prepared a light, cold collation by the time Havers returned. “Fine…” he replied… and began to eat wolfishly. “They’re both under treatment. On the tables. In two or three hours they’ll be as right as rain again.” A wicked smile spread across Rosalie’s face. “Bad luck for them,” she said. Havers munched away, nodding. He really was a pig of a man, thought Rosalie. How truly appalling to have to service him!“I’ve been thinking…” she began. “Yeh? You don’t say,” said Havers sarcastically. “That was a good game we came up with this afternoon,” continued Rosalie, ignoring his tone. “More or less by accident…” “Wasn’t it just!” agreed Havers. “Yeh… it just seemed to happen, didn’t it? Me… the boss manservant… you the housekeeper. ”“Think the Boss would like to play it?” “You bet!And his Missus. She dreamed up that ‘High Society’ game, remember?” “Sure… that was great, too. Taking them back into their past. Poor bitches, sometimes I almost feel sorry for them…” Havers guffawed. “You didn’t look very sorry a little while ago… when you were tanning Julia’s bottom!” Rosalie kaçak bahis laughed too. “No… suppose not. Still, you know what I mean. The point is, I think we should invent some other games. Then we can practice them so that they’re ready for when the Boss returns.”“That’s a damn good idea, Rosalie,” said Havers. He looked at the woman with something like respect.“They’d both like that. We’d be right in their good books…” “That’s what I thought,” nodded Rosalie. “And that’s where it’s important to be, if we want to stay here…” “And we do… we certainly do…” grinned Havers. “Right… so put your thinking cap on…” “I’ve already had one idea. Though it’s not exactly a game.” “Let’s hear it.”“Well, I don’t know whether you’re aware of it, but we are due to have stores delivered this week…” “Is that so?” “Yeh… they come by lorry to the enclosure that’s outside the main gate. You know where I mean?” “Yes… where those outbuildings are.” “That’s it. And that’s where they unload the stores. For obvious reasons they can’t come inside the actual grounds. Just in case, I mean…” “Quite so!” “So… they unload and I sign for the goods. Then off they go. None the wiser as to what goes on here. But, the point is those stores have got to be brought up to the house.” “Ahh!” “Actually, the Boss has you and me down for that chore. But I’ve got a better idea…” “You mean Julia and Melissa, of course. ” “Of course! Why should we sweat when they can?” “You are right, my dear Mr Havers… very right,” smiled Rosalie.“I like the idea a lot. Even if it isn’t exactly a game.” “I’ll clear it with the Boss first, though.” “How you going to do that?” “He’s telephoning tonight. To see how things are going.” “That’s fine then…” “I thought I’d make them wear yokes.Heavy yokes…” “Yokes?” “Yes, you know, the things milkmaids wore, centuries ago. On the shoulders, chains hanging down, and a paileach side.” “Ah yes… I know the things. That’s a good idea. Nice and menial.” “Or they could pull a cart. Like coolies. With me in the cart…” Rosalie laughed uproariously.“With a horsewhip, I suppose?” “Why not, indeed!” In his mind’s eye, Havers suddenly saw the straining figures before him… two sets of swinging buttocks… the horsewhip flickering them… driving them on. “The more I think of it, the more I like the idea,” he said. “So do I,” nodded Rosalie. “I hope the Boss agrees…” “I’m sure he will,” said Rosalie. “It sounds just up his street. ” “But he might just want to do it himself,” said Havers dejectedly. “Not let me…” “It’s a risk you’ll have to take.” “Suppose so…” “Like me to tell you about my idea for a game?” “Yeh… OK. ” “Making them into schoolgirls!” For a few moments, Havers face remained blank. Then it became wreathed in smiles. “Schoolgirls!” he almost sighed. “What a lovely idea!” “Yes… I thought so,” said Rosalie. “And I’m sure the Boss would like that too. Can you imagine… nice little gym-slips… the lot!” “Super,” said Havers, licking his lips. “And a class-room… blackboard… desks… lessons. And, of course, punishment for naughty girls!” “Oh… I like it… I like it…” “So I’ve decided to go shopping tomorrow,” said Rosalie. “Get the uniforms… and a few other things we’ll require.” “Good idea…” “And I expect you’ll have a few things to do?” “Sure will,” said Havers. “Make those yokes for a start. Lucky I’m good with my hands. And I’ve got some heavy timber to work on!” “It’s going to be fun,” said Rosalie. “I think it’s going to be the greatest fun,” said Havers. His mind was torn between thinking of Julia and Melissa between the shafts… and in schoolgirl uniform!

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